A Very Merry Hexmas: A Woolven Secret Christmas Novella (The Woolven Secret) by Saranna DeWylde

Author:Saranna DeWylde [DeWylde, Saranna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Corvus Corax LLC
Published: 2016-03-18T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Eleanor could admit she might just be in a bit over her head.

She didn’t even want to eat the delicious smelling food that had been brought to their table. She just wanted her hot goblin king to bend her over the table and take her right there.

The incongruity of that thought being in her head was—no… maybe it has always been there. She just hadn’t been willing to see it.

He said she was his mate. So she’d be genetically programmed to want him this way. That’s how it worked, even cross-species.

She didn’t want him to know how much power he had over her, so she tried all the various plates of food that were placed in front of her, trying to ignore the burning rush between her thighs.

He leaned over to her, his breath hot on her neck. “I don’t know how you can sit there and just ignore the burn between us. I can’t.” He slid his hand up her thigh, fingers stopping at the edge of her dress, waiting for permission.

She turned her face toward his, casting a mint spell on them both. She didn’t want to taste anything but him in this moment.

As soon as he tasted the mint, he smiled, baring his teeth to her, which she’d suddenly found mightily attractive.

Desire coiled tightly inside of her, a cobra ready to strike.

He pushed his other hand through her hair and drew her ever closer. His lips hovered over hers for a long moment, building the expectation of the kiss. She wet her lips and they were already bee-stung in anticipation.

Enoch didn’t slam his mouth into hers, they didn’t crash together like two great titans. It was soft, and tentative. It was giving instead of taking.

It was unlike any kiss she’d ever felt before.

She always thought she wanted a man to pull her hair, to kiss her hard. But Enoch didn’t have to prove his strength or his prowess to her. So they were simply free to enjoy the sensations they wrought in each other.

Eleanor sighed and melted into the kiss, into him.

The pergola they’d been nestled into changed so that the table was gone and all that remained were the pillows and gauzy curtains.

For a moment, even as much as she wanted him, she was feeling a little bit contrary. Eleanor had a stubborn heart. She pulled on her crone face and expected his ardor to cool at least a few degrees.

It did not.

She pulled back from him, just to make sure that he could see what he was kissing.

“Do you want me to stop?” He cupped her cheek.

“Do you?” She studied him. He still looked at her with the same intense desire as he had before. She almost had the urge to check to make sure she’d actually pulled on her crone face.

“No. This face is still you, Eleanor. This mating thing is the long haul. It’s forever.” He kissed her again, tenderly. “I don’t care what your face looks like.”

“What about my tits. They’re saggy,” she teased.

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