Wolf Curves
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Opening his eyes, Seth fought the urge to curl his hand along the back of her pale neck and pull her to him for a first kiss. The timing sucked -- he had to figure out what her being a latent meant for the clan, not to mention the whole werewolf thing she had to deal with and the memories of her dead sister that had been stirred back to life.
“You can go now.” Leah lifted her chin, tried not to look at him and failed.
Her face was a work of art, the canvas smooth and pale with thin traces of blue beneath the skin. A barely perceptible cleft dented her narrow chin. He pictured his thumb flat against the spot, using it to control the tilt of her head as he kissed her. Those startling green eyes would close in surrender when his lips touched hers.
No, they weren't green. Green was too bland of a description. She stared at him with irises the color of pale liquid moss, the kind he could happily roll around in for hours in his wolf form. Right then, her pupils pulsed, their size huge. Watching them dance, he leaned closer and felt heat flare through her body.
God, what a body. The memory of pressing against her made his cock twitch. Definitely on the plus side, she had rounded arms with wide flared hips that dipped back down to plump thighs. Not at all like the women in his clan who were as hard and muscled as the males.
His gaze moved to her breasts. Full and sensuous, he could bury his head between them if she would only let him. But first he would suck the nipples to a swollen peak. Just thinking about it turned his tongue as hard as his dick.
He blinked, his gaze refocusing on the most lush, fuckable woman he’d ever seen. His woman, no matter how much she might deny it. She was a latent. She’d triggered his mating response. She didn’t understand yet what that meant, but he knew. All the generations before them, all the living, fucking, and dying to make room for the succeeding generations had distilled down to this one woman -- his genetic mate.
He reached his hand up, not so much rethinking the kiss as knowing he had to taste her mouth before he took that hot, sweet pussy. She stepped back, her pupils growing impossibly bigger.
She swatted at his hand. “There’ll be none of that!”
*****
I figure I'm about a week out from the title going live. Hope you enjoy this sample!
Opening his eyes, Seth fought the urge to curl his hand along the back of her pale neck and pull her to him for a first kiss. The timing sucked -- he had to figure out what her being a latent meant for the clan, not to mention the whole werewolf thing she had to deal with and the memories of her dead sister that had been stirred back to life. “You can go now.” Leah lifted her chin, tried not to look at him and failed.
Her face was a work of art, the canvas smooth and pale with thin traces of blue beneath the skin. A barely perceptible cleft dented her narrow chin. He pictured his thumb flat against the spot, using it to control the tilt of her head as he kissed her. Those startling green eyes would close in surrender when his lips touched hers.
No, they weren't green. Green was too bland of a description. She stared at him with irises the color of pale liquid moss, the kind he could happily roll around in for hours in his wolf form. Right then, her pupils pulsed, their size huge. Watching them dance, he leaned closer and felt heat flare through her body.
God, what a body. The memory of pressing against her made his cock twitch. Definitely on the plus side, she had rounded arms with wide flared hips that dipped back down to plump thighs. Not at all like the women in his clan who were as hard and muscled as the males.
His gaze moved to her breasts. Full and sensuous, he could bury his head between them if she would only let him. But first he would suck the nipples to a swollen peak. Just thinking about it turned his tongue as hard as his dick.
He blinked, his gaze refocusing on the most lush, fuckable woman he’d ever seen. His woman, no matter how much she might deny it. She was a latent. She’d triggered his mating response. She didn’t understand yet what that meant, but he knew. All the generations before them, all the living, fucking, and dying to make room for the succeeding generations had distilled down to this one woman -- his genetic mate.
He reached his hand up, not so much rethinking the kiss as knowing he had to taste her mouth before he took that hot, sweet pussy. She stepped back, her pupils growing impossibly bigger.
She swatted at his hand. “There’ll be none of that!”
*****
I figure I'm about a week out from the title going live. Hope you enjoy this sample!
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