Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
“Kieran!” My voice was sharp, startling even myself. “This is going too far!” Kieran froze, expression unreadable for a moment. “I’m just trying to-“ “I know,” I said. “I know, and I’m grateful, but…” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I’ve gotten hurt worse than this, and I’m not even that hurt right now, and you’re-”…
My thighs clenched, my pussy throbbing with raw want. I could feel moisture gathering just from the friction, my body betraying me with every pulse. “Kieran.” His name tore out of me, ragged, but it no longer sounded like resistance. It sounded like surrender. He groaned like it undid him, head dipping lower, teeth grazing…
I blinked up at the ceiling for a few disorienting seconds before I summoned the energy to sit up. And then the next thing I knew, his hands were bracing against my back, gently lifting me up to my feet. My first instinct was to lean into him, clutch his forearm, and never let go,…
Fuck, she had nearly drowned. And yet, I couldn’t stop the surge of want, inappropriate and raw, cutting through the adrenaline. I forced my eyes up, away, anywhere but the swell of her chest beneath that soaked fabric. Sera caught me looking. AIR Her eyes widened, and a flush rose across her cheeks, deeper than…
I bent and kissed Daniel’s forehead, lingering longer than I meant to. “Sleep well, my love.” He sighed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he finally gave in to slumber. I slipped my hand from his and stood, the soft creak of the mattress marking my retreat. The villa was quiet…
‘Best for everyone except me,’ I thought bitterly, but didn’t say it aloud. When she left, silence pressed in. The villa felt cavernous at night-the waves distant, the air thick with salt and heat. I walked back to my room, each step heavier than the last. I should have felt relieved. But all I could…
My attention immediately diverted to Sera as her knees buckled and she slid to the ground. Still bracing my arms around her, I pulled her to me, reaching for her injured leg. “Ow,” she groaned, her face scrunched up in pain. “Fuck,” I swore as my gaze dropped to the wound. Two small, sharp puncture…
I surfaced once, gasped, then the next surge dragged me under. My lungs burned, limbs thrashing against the pull. A familiar terror stole over me in the spinning blue-an old memory of pain, of surrender. ‘Not again! Not again!’ Then hands gripped me, strong and unyielding-nothing like the cruel hands that had once shoved me…
And then I kissed her. The dream didn’t hold back-it filled in everything I’d forced myself to bury. The heat of her mouth, the tremor in her fingers as she clutched my shirt, the way her breath hitched when I pressed her against the door of the room she’d been standing in front of. We…
“That’s it?” His voice was low, roughened from sleep. “That’s your only reaction? To tell me to talk to our son?” My chin lifted, jaw set. “What else should I say?” His nostrils flared. “What do you expect me to do? Weep? Beg? Throw myself at you? You once said Celeste was the only woman…