Nature of the Beasts by Trista Ann Michaels

them here, the more unlike herself she felt?
    She hadn’t even told them about the dreams yet. Dreams of running through the woods, of chasing deer for fun, and… Sarah closed her eyes and sighed. It was nothing. It had to be nothing.
    Dmitry’s lips touched her neck, and she tilted her head, allowing him better access.
    But this wasn’t nothing. This was… She didn’t even know how to describe this other than undeniable, mind-blowing lust. She knew they needed to talk. She knew she should put some distance between them, but all she could think about was how badly she wanted Dmitry to slide his hand higher and put it between her legs.
    She was already wet for him, already aching to feel his thick length stretching her. Something large hit the window, cracking it. Sarah screamed and turned her back, expecting whatever it was to come flying through, shattering the glass.
    Dmitry sat up. “Decision made. We’re going somewhere else.”
    “We can protect the house,” Sarah argued as she sat up as well. Her desire temporarily forgotten.
    “No, that would raise too many questions. Let whatever happens happen. Then we’ll fix it later.”
    “Wait,” Sarah called as Dmitry stood and started to walk to the window. “The hands know we’re here, right? The truck’s still outside. We can’t just make it disappear.”
    Dmitry frowned. “We’ll leave it, and we’ll disappear.”
    Sarah stared out the window in awe as lightning illuminated a twister. Dmitry grabbed her arm, but Sarah tried to wiggle free. “Wait. I’ve never seen one.”
    “No!” Dmitry snapped.
    A board busted through her bedroom window. Glass shattered and flew across the room. Dmitry wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and the two of them transported into the protected dimension just a split second before it reached them.
     
    DMITRY WANTED TO continue to hold Sarah to him so much, he shook. This was nuts. His cock was so hard, it actually hurt. Her scent was like an aphrodisiac that just increased his hunger, fueling his erotic need to a fevered pitch.
    “Where are we?” she asked.
    She moved from his hold and stared out the large window that overlooked Manhattan. He felt the loss of her in his arms like a punch.
    “Mine and Dastan’s penthouse.”
    She glanced at him over her shoulder. “In the mortal world?”
    “No.” He waved her out onto the terrace just outside that window. “Take a look.”
    Sarah walked out the door and stared across the moonlit city streets. There were no cars, no people, just the buildings and lights. It was the image of Manhattan.
    “It’s not real,” she whispered. “We’re in the protected dimension?”
    Dmitry followed her outside. “Yes,” he replied. “The ranch is the first mortal home we’ve had in I don’t even know how many decades.”
    “Do you think the twister got the house?” she murmured softly.
    Dmitry could tell by the worry lines around her eyes that she was concerned. “No, I think it will miss it.”
    “What about the hands?”
    “They were at the far side of the ranch. If they needed to take shelter, there’s a cabin on that side. I’m sure they’re fine.”
    Sarah nodded. “Should we tell Sam and Cody?”
    “No. Let them be happy with Keegan for a while. Don’t worry them.”
    Sarah again nodded, but Dmitry couldn’t take his eyes off the way the full moon reflected against her naked skin. Her nipples were hard and pink, her pussy bare and smooth. Dmitry clenched his hands into fists at his sides, unsure he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking her again.
    “I feel more at peace here, somehow,” Sarah said.
    Dmitry brought his gaze back to her profile. She stared out over the city, frowning. If it was a spell that kept her from changing into a wolf, then it would be understandable she felt more peaceful here. The turmoil of her body fighting the spell and needing to shift would be less pronounced here. The spell protecting her was more powerful in the