Read Constant Cravings for Free Online Page B

in that tight get-up?”
    He pulled two small bags from his upper coat pocket. “Never leave home without it.”

    The tea was good, but the conversation was better.
    “Right after we left she came in Pixie Styx?” I asked.
    “You probably walked past her on your way out.”
    “What was her name?”
    He took another sip before answering. “Tina. She’s a dancer, has the most amazing long legs, and an ass—”
    “Nym, I don’t need to know about her ass.”
    “Well, if you insist on skipping the good parts, it’s your loss. Tina, aside from being a dancer, is a werewolf.”
    “What was she doing in a fae hot spot?”
    “Looking for fairies, of course. They say that once you have a fae lover, you’ll never want any other.”
    “Ooo, that’s sexy.”
    He winked. “Yes, but those who say such things have never had an elf.” I laughed.
    “We went back to her place and after hours and hours of pumping her for information, I found out something useful.”
    I could feel my cheeks burning at the images his words conjured. “Wow. You can make anything sound dirty.”
    “Yes, it’s a gift.”
    Nym paused to take another sip of tea. “The Wolf King, Marco Barak, is in town.
    He owns a club not far from Pixie Styx. If you stop by unannounced, he might see you.”
    “Why would he do that?”
    “Because he’s a nice guy or so I’ve been told. If you try to make an appointment, it might take months. Unannounced is your best bet. He will be able to tell you if any of his wolves have gone rogue. Since you’re looking for a large, hairy monster, I thought it might help if you could rule out werewolves.”
    I jumped up and hugged him. If not for Nym, who knows how long it might have taken me or Liam to find this out? I didn’t even know any werewolves.
    “Thank you so much, Nym.”
    He smiled. “It was no trouble. I enjoy a bit of undercover work now and then.”
    “I’ll bet.”
    28

    Constant Cravings
    Before he left Nym took another look at the basket Liam had sent. “You should keep this by your door. There are spells woven in with the reeds. It will keep anything harmful out.”
    I was impressed. “I’ll do that. I didn’t realize even the basket was magical.” Nym turned to leave and I reached for him. “Wait. There is one more thing I’d like to know, if you’ll indulge me?”
    He turned to me, hands on hips. He didn’t look irritated, I got the impression it was his normal pose. “Your hair could use some more red highlights,” he said, not giving me a chance to ask my question.
    As he reached for my hair, Nym touched my face. With that touch I fell to my knees.

    The room was dark and all I could hear was the sound of his breath. Then I saw him on the bed with a woman. Their limbs were entwined, sweat glistening on their skin. Nym’s long hair clung to his back in wet strands. She raked her nails down his back, but they didn’t break the skin. Upon closer inspection I could see the tips of her fingers were covered with some type of decorative metal pieces. Somehow I knew this was to prevent infecting Nym with lycanthropy. This vision was not like the one I’d had of Liam. It was third person and I moved freely about the room as if my consciousness was floating.
    She wrapped her long legs around him and I watched his ass flex as he pumped in and out of her. I heard her screams, listened to the wet slapping noises as he thrust in and out of her soaking pussy.
    I could feel myself growing wetter as I watched, aching with desire. From the foot of the bed I could see it all. I watched his cock thrust into her pussy, saw the juices running down her thighs as she screamed.
    In this vision I could not touch my own body, but I thought about it. It was as if I no longer required hands. Only thought was enough to get me there. I thought how good it would feel to be fucked like that and I came.

    The next thing I knew I was on my kitchen floor with Nym leaning over me. His blond hair tickled across my