Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Don’t be.” He grinned. This time, it was feral -- a predator on the edge of control. “Unless, of course, you still plan on returning to your apartment.”
“Well --” Hazel fidgeted. “It would be the first place Ralph would look for me. It might not be wise to place myself where he could find me easily.”
“Good choice.”
Drake scooped her up and took her to his bed. His intense gaze bore down on her. Did she really want this? Was she ready?
“If you’re going to leave, Hazel, you’d better go now.”
“No.” She had to do this sometime, and she somehow knew that Drake would be an attentive lover. He’d definitely make sure she got pleasure out of this. “I’m just nervous.”
Drake mounted the bed at her feet, kneeling astride her ankles. Running his hand up the length of her legs, he pushed her slip up her hips and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties. “Trust me, Hazel.”
Hazel raised her hips so he could drag the silk down her legs. She knew she should say something witty, but she was having trouble stringing two thoughts together, much less words. Deciding sometimes silence is golden, she simply closed her eyes and let nature take its course. Her body dictated her actions, not her thoughts.
Drake slid her black slip off her body easily, caressing each breast as he went. Hazel’s groan surprised her. She never expected anything to feel so good as Drake’s hands on her body.
When she was as naked as him, Hazel was prepared for anything other than what actually happened. Drake simply kissed her mouth once, rolled over to lie beside her, pulled her bare bottom against his erection and covered them both with the sheet.
For a moment, Hazel just laid there, Drake’s arms wrapped securely around her. Her body tingled where he touched her. Even so, her eyelids were heavy and her limbs sore from sitting in that stupid cell.
“Um, Drake?”
“Hum?”
“I thought we were, err, you know.”
“We are.”
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “I may be a virgin, but I know what having sex is and we are not having sex.”
He grinned. “Well, not right at this moment, but we will.”
“I don’t understand.” No man she knew in this same situation would do what he was doing.
“You’re tired. I’m still somewhat under the influence of both your spell and the Halloween blue moon. I think we’ll both enjoy things more after we’ve had a few hours to rest.”
“Oh.” Hazel didn’t know what else to say. He wasn’t going to have sex with her now. Disappointment didn’t even begin to cover how she felt.
As if he’d read her mind, Drake flexed his hips, his cock burrowing between the cheeks of her ass. “Don’t worry, my beautiful witch.” He kissed her neck. “I’ll give you all the carnal knowledge you need.” He palmed a breast. “Once we’ve both rested --” He flexed his hips again. “-- when we can more appreciate each other.”
Hazel shivered, goose flesh popping out all over her body. “This is torture. You’re into that sadistic shit, aren’t you?”
Drake’s chuckle vibrated through her body where it touched his. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I simply believe in making each experience as pleasurable as possible. Your first time should focus on you, and you can’t fully enjoy it as tired as you are.” He shifted to bring her even closer to him, wrap his arms more securely around her. “I refuse to let anything keep you from fully enjoying it.”
“Well.” Hazel snuggled into his arms. “When you put it that way, how can I object?”
* * *
How could she object? What the fuck had he been thinking? Hazel slept soundly. Squarely on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, her temptingly wet cunt enfolding the length of his cock with its lips. All he’d have to do was shift his position slightly and flex his hips and he’d be fully imbedded inside her.
He groaned.
He wished he hadn’t thought of that.
Thank God it was well into the morning and the full moon was no longer a problem. He was back in control of his animal self, but he could feel a tickling sensation inside him. It was a sensation he never thought he’d feel except on those rare blue moons. True, the previous evening was just such an event, but that need to transform he associated with that damned itching always faded with the light.
Not so this morning. That sensation seemed to be centered on the close proximity of the woman wrapped around him…
Could it be that simple?
He tightened his arms around Hazel reflexively. This was his woman. His woman. The need to shift without the presence of the moon was supposed to mean he’d found a mate, and to drive him to mate with her as soon as possible. Was that what was happening to him?