Howling at the Moon: The Complete Series by Sasha Livingston

Author:Sasha Livingston [Sasha Livingston]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: werewolf romance, bbw werewolf, bbw paranormal werewolf, paranormal romance, Romance BBW, erotica werewolf, werewolf erotica, werewolf bbw, bbw billionaire, alpha male erotica, alpha werewolf
Publisher: Sasha Livingston
Published: 2014-04-11T04:00:00+00:00

*****

I took my second shower of the day. This time, I preferred it hot.

I wanted to get every trace of Mo off my skin. I could still feel his tongue swirling around my sensitive rosebud and his hands all over my body; the scorching heat of his kisses on my neck and his lips on mine. I promised myself that it was our first and last time together. I wasn’t the type to date married men.

The word married bounced around my head a dozen times as I scrubbed my hair. I remembered his grabbing at my hair as he pulled me close. Dammit, even werewolves couldn’t stay faithful.

“They’re wolves, for Christ sake,” I muttered as I lathered up for the third time. From head to toe, I washed myself for what felt like an eternity until the water turned cold and forced me from the tub.

I threw my clothes in the washing machine and put in way more detergent than I should have. I didn’t want his scent anywhere near me.

Dressing in pajama pants and an old t-shirt, I popped the cork on a bottle of wine I’d purchased. I just wanted to eat some junk food and go to sleep.

I sat in the living room with my feet curled under me, thinking of how I needed to change my life. Today was a sure sign that my decision-making skills were too easily compromised when the male species was involved. How had I missed that he was married?

I thought back, trying to recall if I’d seen a ring on his finger, but that was still no excuse. The absence of a ring was not a free-for-all, and I still needed to use my better judgment.

I enveloped myself in these deep thoughts as I drank my wine. I was so caught up in them that I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a knock at my door.

I was unable to move, paralyzed by fear that it was the adulterer coming to apologize.

“Jaime, its Warren.”

Hearing his voice allowed my heart to start beating again. Opening the door, I wasn’t too concerned about how I looked anymore. Once a man inserts his finger inside you, I figured it was pretty safe to say they knew you.

“Hi,” was all he could say when he saw me with a wine glass in my hand. He came bearing gifts.

“What’s that?” I asked, referring to the cake dish in his hand.

“Pecan pie that you didn’t get to eat last night. May I come in?”

I thought about it. I wasn’t sure if I should allow him inside after everything I had been through today. But he was safe. I remembered the picture of my grandma and his grandfather, and all my trust came back. But I still needed something from him before I allowed him to enter.

“On one condition,” I said at last.

He tilted his head to the side and smiled. “And what’s that?” I’m sure he thought it was something naughty, but on the contrary; I needed something longer-lasting than that.

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