“Where the hell is everyone?” Gemma strode across the foyer of her too silent house, the stiletto heels of her boots clicked loudly.  “Hello!” she hollered, from the foot of the stairs. Her voice echoed back.  “Dammit.”

All those adult toys from the Adult Halloween Carnival she’d just worked had heated her up, now there was no one around to assuage the ache.  “Guess it’s BOBs turn.” She gave a burst of laughter, lifting her long, silky skirt to climb the stairs without tripping.

The low, animalistic growl behind her halted her momentum.  The hairs on the back of her neck lifted.  Gemma gasped, heart pounding so hard it might burst from her chest; she had one chance at escape.  She launched herself up the stairs two at a time.  Her pursuer closed in behind her… she moved faster,  grabbing the newel post at the top landing, slingshoting around the banister and toward her bedroom.  The scrabble of claws and thump of a body against the wall told her the pursuer hadn’t made the turn as easily.

She made it through the bedroom door, and felt a burst of hope until an arm caught her from behind, squeezing the breath from her.  The boning in her corset bit into her stomach as she was lifted then tossed toward the bed.  Landing with a loud, “Ooompf!” she scrambled forward on hands and knees.  Two huge hands slapped down in front of her face.  The creature came over the top of her, caging her with its body.  Trembling, she was mesmerized by the clawed hand reaching down her body to slowly lift her skirt.

The rasp of claws against her stocking-clad leg, and then her naked thigh sent shivers down Gemma’s spine.  She moaned at the feel of cool air against her exposed backside.  The hairy, clawed arm next to her face transformed into an elegant, long-fingered hand attached to a man’s smooth, muscular forearm.  Gemma cried out as his huge cock slammed into her from behind, the entry rough… but pleasurable all the same.

“God, Gemma,” Colin moaned.  “I could smell your fucking heat when you walked in the door.”

“Shut up and fuck me!” she panted.  Her mate obliged her, pounding in and out of her at a fast pace, pushing them quickly toward completion.  She whimpered when Colin’s callused fingers slid along her hip then into her folds to stroke her clit.  She screamed, her release rolling over her in waves while Colin kept up the punishing pace until he came with a growl.  Her arms gave out and Colin fell to the bed, stopping just short of crushing her with his massive weight by shifting to his side.

Still panting, Colin grumbled into the pillow, “It bloody well took you long enough to get home.  Knowing what you were and weren’t wearing under that damned outfit… all I’ve wanted was to take you with your fucking boots still on.”

Gemma laughed.  “The correct term is ‘fuck-me boots’.”