Curve Charm

The sequel to Wolf Curves you've been waiting for!

The sheltering of new latents threatens to expose the local wolf clan to a secret society of Hunters intent on driving the shifters into extinction. To strengthen the magic protecting their land, the clan's leader demands an ancient ritual that will bring Esme and Dana together for one sexually charged night but could drive them apart forever -- if the Hunters don't kill them first.








Are you ready? Yeah, yeah? Sorry, not yet. Still a few days out. How about an excerpt in the mean time?

All the way at the opposite side of the house, separated by three walls and sixty feet of floor space, Esme sensed Dana's first step on her porch. The vibrations of the impact rippled across wood and carpet, growing heavier with each step until Esme felt like she was on the ocean, tossed by giant waves.

He didn't knock, just paused outside her door for a few seconds with his palm against the wood, feeling her presence as clearly as she felt his. Still alone in her room, she shook her head. It wasn't right to feel someone so strongly when she wanted nothing more than to forget he ever existed. She inched toward the headboard, stopping when her back met the hard, cold surface.

The knob twisted. Dana pushed the door open, taking everything slow and cautious as he studied her face. His cheeks flushed a dark red. His chest lifted in deep breaths made deeper by the wide flare of his nostrils. Black pupils clouded three quarters of his iris, leaving only a circle of gold around the glittering dark inset.  
His hand brushed along her cheek, cupping her face. "We'll take it slow--" 

She shook her head, the dark blonde curls whipping around her face. She wanted it over and done. This wasn't mating or lovemaking -- only ritual fucking. It required neither time nor desire -- just a shield and its penetration.  

Dana shook his head in return, denying her any hope of a quick ending. His other hand came up to capture the opposite side of her face and hold her immobile as his fingers trailed down her throat to slip beneath the robe's lapel. He pushed lightly, baring her pale white shoulder. 

Shifting his weight, Dana placed one knee on the mattress. He traced her collarbone with one fingertip, the trail descending down between her breasts as his gaze soaked in more of her exposed flesh. Leaning closer, he forced her head to tilt back as his other hand dipped inside the robe to palm her breast.

Heat radiated from his palm, searing her flesh like an open flame. His lips brushing against her cheek, he tugged at her nipple. A kiss followed, just below her ear as he pinched her breast’s swollen peak. "Slow, baby. All night if that's how long it takes for you come to your senses."

Esme turned her head to stare at the lamp, her vision blurring. She sucked a hard breath in, aching with the knowledge that her own body was complicit with the clan's betrayal. When he touched her, it hurt. When he stopped touching her, it hurt even more.

Dana sank to his knees on the floor. One arm rested along the outside of Esme's thigh, keeping her caged between his body and the headboard as his fingers unknotted the robe's sash. She reached for the light, not wanting him to see her.  
He pushed the lamp out of reach and returned to the knot. "You can't hide from me tonight."
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