Alpha Curves (Paranormal BBW Shifter Romance): Wolf Clan Book 3 by Christa Wick
Authors: Christa Wick
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if any was available -- particularly by forcing him to take the potion she had just dumped or making him wear the damn wards the wolves used when they went off clan lands.
He looked at Dana, hoping for an unexpected ally in getting Esme to leave. "You said you needed to call the other clan leaders?"
Dana nodded, but Cade hadn't moved quickly enough to get them out. Esme dipped her head to capture Iris's attention. When the she-wolf looked at her, Esme softly smiled.
"I can consult with some of the other healers--"
"No." Iris dismissively chopped her hand in the air, the motion almost violent. Another roll of her lips and she closed her eyes. "Please, don't spend the time on my account. There are bigger problems to deal with than Cade being a pain in the ass."
Grinning ear to ear, Cade pulled the front door open a little wider.
Chapter Seven
Iris bolted upright in bed. It took a full two seconds for her nose to remind her that she was in Esme Foster's former house, the scent of the woman faintly clinging to the room despite the fresh linen and the witch's extended absence. Iris's ears were less than helpful, the familiar screams of her nightmare chasing her from sleep to wakefulness so that she didn’t know which sounds were phantoms and which were real.
She forced her heart to slow. The retreating pound of bloodsurf assured her that the screams were only old memories. Collapsing against the mattress, she fought to keep her eyes open as she silently cursed her acquiescing to Cade guarding her. With Esme's potion in him, he had undoubtedly slept like a newborn wolf while she had tossed restlessly after their late night turn in, alternately haunted by old nightmares and fresh images of Cade and the wolf he had become.
More than images, she had sensed him every time she woke -- with more than just her nose or ears. She could feel him, feel the rhythm of him deep in sleep, sense the flow of blood through his body, especially that last hour before dawn when there had been a thick surge low to his groin, her own flesh burning with awareness as he blithely continued sleeping.
Nightmares forgotten, Iris pushed a hand between her legs and pressed. The sensation too sweet, she knew no amount of pressure would make the need go away. She would have to push through it. She absolutely would not allow herself to stroke it away. Even if the potion muted Cade’s ability to smell and feel her, she doubted it had done anything to dampen his sense of hearing. The tension she needed to relieve with a few quick swipes of a finger up and down her clit would go unabated.
Otherwise, he would hear it and assume the strokes were inspired by his presence. He'd be right, too. She had known something was changing in her body, even if she disagreed with Cade's assessment that she was a wolf in heat. She couldn't argue that her moods recently had become more volatile. Her already sharp senses had intensified, as well. But none of that had translated to arousal until she had sniffed Cade at the strip club yesterday.
Only fear and a long ago nightmare kept her from helping Cade strip the clothes from her body in the van. Her sex had clenched with an urgent need at the thought of him entering her -- even with his driver a mere two feet from them.
Growling, Iris turned onto her side, blinking as the early morning light burned a halo around the edge of the bedroom's dark curtains. Her ears pricked at the sound of water and the groaning of the old cabin's pipes.
She frowned. Had the water been running all along? If not, when had it started?
"Getting sloppy, North."
She should have heard the water when it started or realized it was running when she first woke. Her senses should have told her not only how many people were in the house, but where each one was positioned. Their mood, whether they had consumed alcohol or any other intoxicant, if they were sick, terrified or angry. Thinking of her almost former lover, she hadn't been able to
He looked at Dana, hoping for an unexpected ally in getting Esme to leave. "You said you needed to call the other clan leaders?"
Dana nodded, but Cade hadn't moved quickly enough to get them out. Esme dipped her head to capture Iris's attention. When the she-wolf looked at her, Esme softly smiled.
"I can consult with some of the other healers--"
"No." Iris dismissively chopped her hand in the air, the motion almost violent. Another roll of her lips and she closed her eyes. "Please, don't spend the time on my account. There are bigger problems to deal with than Cade being a pain in the ass."
Grinning ear to ear, Cade pulled the front door open a little wider.
Chapter Seven
Iris bolted upright in bed. It took a full two seconds for her nose to remind her that she was in Esme Foster's former house, the scent of the woman faintly clinging to the room despite the fresh linen and the witch's extended absence. Iris's ears were less than helpful, the familiar screams of her nightmare chasing her from sleep to wakefulness so that she didn’t know which sounds were phantoms and which were real.
She forced her heart to slow. The retreating pound of bloodsurf assured her that the screams were only old memories. Collapsing against the mattress, she fought to keep her eyes open as she silently cursed her acquiescing to Cade guarding her. With Esme's potion in him, he had undoubtedly slept like a newborn wolf while she had tossed restlessly after their late night turn in, alternately haunted by old nightmares and fresh images of Cade and the wolf he had become.
More than images, she had sensed him every time she woke -- with more than just her nose or ears. She could feel him, feel the rhythm of him deep in sleep, sense the flow of blood through his body, especially that last hour before dawn when there had been a thick surge low to his groin, her own flesh burning with awareness as he blithely continued sleeping.
Nightmares forgotten, Iris pushed a hand between her legs and pressed. The sensation too sweet, she knew no amount of pressure would make the need go away. She would have to push through it. She absolutely would not allow herself to stroke it away. Even if the potion muted Cade’s ability to smell and feel her, she doubted it had done anything to dampen his sense of hearing. The tension she needed to relieve with a few quick swipes of a finger up and down her clit would go unabated.
Otherwise, he would hear it and assume the strokes were inspired by his presence. He'd be right, too. She had known something was changing in her body, even if she disagreed with Cade's assessment that she was a wolf in heat. She couldn't argue that her moods recently had become more volatile. Her already sharp senses had intensified, as well. But none of that had translated to arousal until she had sniffed Cade at the strip club yesterday.
Only fear and a long ago nightmare kept her from helping Cade strip the clothes from her body in the van. Her sex had clenched with an urgent need at the thought of him entering her -- even with his driver a mere two feet from them.
Growling, Iris turned onto her side, blinking as the early morning light burned a halo around the edge of the bedroom's dark curtains. Her ears pricked at the sound of water and the groaning of the old cabin's pipes.
She frowned. Had the water been running all along? If not, when had it started?
"Getting sloppy, North."
She should have heard the water when it started or realized it was running when she first woke. Her senses should have told her not only how many people were in the house, but where each one was positioned. Their mood, whether they had consumed alcohol or any other intoxicant, if they were sick, terrified or angry. Thinking of her almost former lover, she hadn't been able to
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