Page 7 of Beast of the Bayou

He looks me up and down, his golden gaze landing on my groin. "You don't want to scare the poor girl do you?"

My eyes glance down at my dick which hangs heavy even tucked into the boxer briefs.

"Perhaps a nice pair of jeans. Or…a cup," he chuckles.

Sighing, I take off the sweats and put on a pair of jeans. Sliding on some slippers, I take a deep breath. Edgar jumps off the dresser and walks toward the door. I follow behind him. The closer I get, the stronger her scent becomes. Get yourself together, Solomon.

Hesitantly, I open the door.

Her heartbeat skips—

Mine does as well.

But I follow my nose towards her. Down the spiral staircase and towards the kitchen. Her laughter greets me. The sound of her heartbeat is louder now. God…she smells so good. I'm practically drooling at this point. Swallowing, I wipe my mouth and take a deep breath before I round the corner. I stop in my tracks when I see her.

She's gorgeous.

Her skin is rich. The color of molasses. She has thick, dark hair pulled up into a puff. It reminds me of cotton. I can almost feel the texture between my fingers. Her body is all grown woman—full figured with soft arms, plush thighs and full breasts and hips. But she has a babyface which is accentuated by doe eyes. Doe eyes that are now blinking slowly at me.

Her lush lips part slightly. "H-Hi Mr. Mourne. I'm—"

"Your feet are bleeding." I cut her off, my nose picking up the smell as I stare down at them.

"Oh—" She looks down. "They were. But Ms. Lenora helped me clean 'em off. I cut 'em a little bit on some glass I think. I apologize for my unruly appearance."

"Are you hurt?" I ask.

Her face softens. "Not anymore. Thank you."

I nod.

Lenora steps up with a smile. She gently guides the woman towards me. I try not to inhale deeply. "Solomon, I wanna formally introduce you to our new housekeeper—Lila Saint-Claire."

Lila. It suits her.

Lila holds out her hand with a big smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mourne."

I stare at her hand for a second. It seems so small in comparison to mine. Finally, I accept it. Her hand is warm and soft, my huge one swallowing hers. I don't apply any pressure, worried that even the slightest amount would hurt her delicate hand.

She doesn’t seem to notice my hesitation as she continues enthusiastically. "I promise you Mr. Mourne I'm here to help you in any way I can. I cook really well, and I can bake like nobody's business. Not to mention I'm a neat freak so I'll make sure these floors are so clean you can eat off 'em."

"You're chatty," I observe.

She gives me a sheepish grin sliding her hand out of mine. "I'm sorry. I tend to talk more when I'm nervous. But I'll shut up."

"No…I like it," I reply.

Her smile widens. "Well then…guess we'll have plenty to talk about."

Lenora rests her hand on my forearm. "I wanted to take her into town and grab her a few things. You need anything while we're out?"

Lila's smell is getting stronger. But it's not the honeysuckle or nerves this time. It's something deeper. More…primal. My gaze flicks to her and our eyes meet. I observe the way her thighs subtly clench together before her eyes quickly look down.

My mouth begins to water. "No. I'm okay," I answer quickly. "I'll be in my study if you need me." Before Lenora can respond, I turn and rush off just as my canines fully descend. Edgar is right on my trail. I jog up the stairs, leaking a thick trail of saliva. My dick throbs painfully and I grip it as I rush to my study and slam the door.

"Well…I suppose I don't have to wonder how you'll behave in her presence." Edgar chuckles, walking around my feet, his eyes glowing in amusement.

"Shut up or I'll kick you," I growl, my voice coming out huskier as I fight the urge to suppress my wolf.