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And now… an excerpt from Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood!
“Having sex with you is not the only way to show my love for you,” Sean said mischievously.
“Oh?” Amy smiled. “Then how else would you do it?”
He stepped back out of Amy’s reach. She had to drop her hands from his warm body.
Slowly, Sean stepped around her, gazing at her with a heat that made her gasp. She felt his eyes upon her, warming her skin, seeking her soul. Circling around her with a graceful step, he resembled a predator sizing up his prey. Amy’s heart raced. She could hear the music in her mind keeping a steady tempo to his pace. The lute, the recorder, the tambourine. As he passed in front of her, his penetrating gaze excited her. She saw a spark of his animal desire for her. His nostrils flared. His jaw clenched. His raw lust made her shiver.
As he circled behind her, she could still feel his fixed look upon her. Seeing her. Finding her. Revealing her.
When he passed in front again, she gulped at the hungry prowl of his eyes.
Creeping behind her, the invisible tangible vision peering into her heart.
And then…not passing in front.
His circling stopped. He was behind her. What was he going to do to her?
Amy’s breathing became syncopated. The music in her head stopped.
She felt her hair being lifted up, exposing the nape of her neck. Cool air tickled her skin.
Her breathing became heavy. An ache spawned between her thighs. Her pussy tingled.
His breath kissed her neck. His breathing was also getting heavier.
Not just heavier.
The sound of his breathing got deeper, lower. His exhales became huffs. His breaths became growls.
Amy glanced over her shoulder. He was growing a snout and growling through large, bared teeth.
Her blood pounded through her body. She remembered the wolf that growled at her years ago. The one she drew all those pictures of. That wolf could have killed her. Just as any wolf could. What did she really know of Sean’s limits? She had heard of lycans losing control over pheromones. Did that include losing control over the desire to kill? To eat fresh meat?
She had the urge to run, to get the hell out of there. And yet that pounding heart was the same feeling she had whenever she thought of Sean at night. She couldn’t tell if she was scared or excited.
His breaths puffed beside her ear, blowing scattered strands of her hair in her face.
Then his snout sank back. The growls went silent. His face must have returned to its human form.
She felt his lips kiss below her ear at her neck.
Amy inhaled and took in the tenderness.
Sean’s arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against his chest.
She moved his hands to her breasts.
“Say yes,” he whispered. “For this moment.”
In response, she pressed herself against his huge hands.
“Say yes,” he said. “For us together.”
And leaned back into his body.
“Say yes,” he said. “For who we are.”
She sealed her soul into his.
“Say yes,” he said.
“Yes,” she moaned.
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