Page 9 of Shared by the Werebears (Hidden Hollow #5)
RONAN
I looked around the living room as I waited impatiently for the Succubus to change her clothes. It was a nice area, I had to admit. But not nice enough to keep me here if she didn’t hurry the fuck up.
I still felt strongly that it was the wrong move to show our weakness to a magic user—especially a Succubus.
I’d heard all the stories about them sucking unsuspecting males dry and leaving them like discarded husks in the forest. Not that I’d ever run across a male in that state—but then I’d never met up with a real Succubus either. To be honest, this one surprised me.
No matter what she said about the Laws of Hospitality, she didn’t really have to help us break our curse. I wondered if she was for real…or if she was just trying to lure us into her bed.
Not that it would take much luring, I had to admit grudgingly to myself. She was fucking gorgeous—I loved her full curves and big breasts. Also, it had been fucking hot to watch Finn stroking her pussy. The soft, helpless noises she made when she was about to come?—
Stop! I scolded myself. You know better—fucking stop it right now! She’s a Succubus—you can’t trust her.
But I was trusting her enough to let her take us to her friend. I wasn’t very fucking happy about that but I had to admit that Finn had a point when he said we needed help or the curse was going to take us over, just like it had taken Thorne.
I still missed the leader of our little Bear Clan. I wondered if there was anything left of his mind or if he was fully a Beast now since he’d been trapped permanently in his Fur Form. If only?—
The thought was wiped from my mind when Goldie came back into the living room. She’d only been gone for a moment, but she’d managed to put on an outfit that put the waitressing uniform she’d been wearing earlier to shame.
She was wearing a pair of jeans so tight I swear they looked fucking painted on.
They hugged her full hips and her heart-shaped ass in a way that made my mouth dry.
On top she had on a slinky black sweater made of soft-looking fur that hugged her tits and showed so much cleavage a man could dive in and get lost.
“Like what you see, Ronan?” she purred and I realized that my eyes were glued to her breasts.
“Fuck!” I muttered and dragged my eyes away. “How long does this lust-spell you put on us last, anyway?” I demanded, staring at a picture on her wall so my eyes wouldn’t be pulled back to her chest.
“I don’t know—this is the first time I’ve tried it,” she said lightly, pulling on a light jacket over the sweater. “Anyway, we have more important things to worry about now. Let’s go see if we can break your curse. Then maybe we can talk about…other things.”
She winked at me and I scowled back. She might be gorgeous and so fucking sexy it hurt to look at her, but I still didn’t trust her.
Not one fucking bit.