Ride the Wicked Woodsman (A Night Falls Alpha Werebear Shapeshifter Romance) by Christa Wick

Author:Christa Wick
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Publisher: Christa Wick
Published: 2015-12-10T05:00:00+00:00

His finger stroked at my lip until I ceased chewing. Then he coaxed me to roll far enough that I faced him. His hand landed lightly on my hip and slid up under the shirt. He scooted a little closer, his hand maneuvering so that his palm was against my back and his thumb rubbed soothingly along my spine.

Taron's touch had a drugging effect -- from that very first point of contact and growing stronger each time his flesh met mine. My lids grew heavy. For a few irrational seconds, I thought I might be just as satisfied if I merely napped in the circle of his arms, snuggled up against the soft matting of hair that covered his chest.

"You're not using some form of alpha energy rohypnol on me, are you?" I half-teased.

He cinched me closer, his gaze dancing as he poked me back. "I don't think a she-wolf broadcasting pheromones for a good mile or more gets to ask that question."

I blushed, innocent but guilty as charged. I forced myself to let out the air I kept holding hostage in my lungs, my body shaking as my breath escaped.

Something flashed across his face and he pulled away. I caught him before he could open any real distance between us, my nails all but embedding in the skin and muscle of his thick bicep.

"I want this, even if I'm also on the verge of freaking out."

I let go of his arm before I drew blood. I rubbed at my cheek, patted it rhythmically in an attempt to calm down.

"Why don't we try this." He caught my hand, drew it toward him and kissed my palm. "You let me undress you."

I started a nod but he stopped me with a warning look.

"I'm going to be touching you quite intimately when I take your clothes off, Onyx."

"Okay," I answered, a little less eager to agree as fresh fear washed through me. I trusted that Taron wouldn't hurt me, not intentionally and not in any way physically that my body wouldn't recover. But walled up most of my life, I really was a babe in the woods.

For a shifter, any wounds that would remain from our joining were those that scarred the heart.

"You're going to get nervous--"

A barking laugh erupted past my lips. I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle it. Slowly I pulled the hand away, uncertain whether another one was waiting to break free.

"You think?" I jabbed.

"You'll want me to go slow at times or pause for a breather."

He expected me to breathe during this? That was going to be a problem because I kept sucking air in and forgetting to let it out.

"Yeah," I agreed and slowly exhaled.

"When you say 'slow' or 'not yet,' I'll slow down or otherwise ease off, same if you say 'no.'"

I felt my eyes go wide at the implication.

No didn't mean no...

"When you really want me to stop, you're going to say something else."

I waited for him to tell me what that something else was.

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