Base Nature by Sommer Marsden Page A

n,” he sai d . G a rre tt t r ac e d the d ip o f h e r small waist with h i s fi n g er tips. Pu ll e d the be lt o f h e r r o b e u ntil it s ub mitt e d and pa r t e d the si de s like c r ims o n c ur tains. “J e s u s.”
    She l o o k e d l ike s he want e d t o sh r ink. T he f u ll r ise o f h e r bre asts u n de r the pa r tially t r ansl u c e nt white ni g htg o wn sh u t d o wn the m o r e re fin e d pa r ts o f his br ain. T he b a re ly visi b le b l u sh o f nippl e s t o fa br ic had him c o u nting in h is h e ad aga i n. He be nt his kn ee s and pick e d h e r u p. S he gave a l ittle c r y a nd h e r ch ee ks b l oo m e d r o se re d with e m b a rr ass m e nt. S he p r o b a b ly th o u ght s he was h e avy. I f he wasn ’ t s o d amn t ur n ed - o n h e’ d la u gh.
    “What a r e y o u d o ing?” she whisp ered .
    G a rre t t k ick e d the d oo r s h u t and hit the st e ps. He t o o k th e m t w o at a time and that was o n ly be ca u s e he f o r c e d hims e lf to n o t d o th e m i n th ree s.
    “ I’ m taki n g y o u u pstai r s. G i ving y o u time t o cha n ge y o u r min d ,” he g r o wl ed . A ll
     

    the while his f i ng er s st r o k e d the wa r m, f u zzy r o b e that b a re ly c o v ere d h e r p er f e ct ass. He was a de ad m a n.
    “W h y w o u ld I d o that?” She p u sh e d h e r lips to h i s th r o at, licking the skin j u st a b o ve h is p u ls e . He slamm e d h is e y e s s h u t f o r a s e c o n d , to st e a d y hims e lf.
    “ Y o u might n o t like m y t ru e nat ure .” He had to b e h o n e st with h er . S he was sp e cial. Diff ere nt.
    “I think y o u’r e w ro ng,” L iv sai d .
    He r o u n de d the d oo r a nd laid h e r o n his bed , be ing ca re f u l n o t t o th r o w h e r d o wn in his h urr y. “I h o pe s o bu t I think y o u m ight b e w r o ng,” he said and l e t h i ms e lf tip b ackwa r d i nto the m o o nlight and shift.
     
     
     
     

     

 
     

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    L iv th o u ght it was the kind o f thi n g that w o u ld make h e r sc re am. She had bee n t err if i e d mak i ng the de cisi o n to c o me h ere . D o wn r ight s haking as sh e’ d l o ck e d u p h e r h o u se and h urr i e d ac r o ss the sil e nt st ree t t o his h o u s e . S o h is s e c re t s h o u ld make h e r sc re am, s he th o u ght. L o r d k n e w sh e’ d h ad e n o u gh to sc re am at dur ing h e r lif e . T his d id n o t m a ke h e r sc re am. T his sti l l e d h e r bre ath in h e r l u ngs s o that all she c o u ld h e ar was the p o u n d ing o f h e r h e a r t a nd the panting o f the b ig s m o k e - g r a y w o lf at h e r f ee t. He c o ck e d h i s h e a d , t o n g u e pink and m o ist and s ee m e d to wait f o r h e r re acti o n.
    “ G a rre t t?” T he w o r d was m o r e o f a s igh th a n sp ee ch and she t e ntativ e ly re ach e d o u t a hand t o his m u zzl e . H e r hand was shaki n g bu t n o t f r o m f e a r , L iv re aliz ed . F r o m a dre naline a nd e xcit e m e nt and a maz e m e nt. “ I s that re ally y o u ?”
    T he g re at be ast app e a r e d to n o d , g iving a sm a ll ch u ff that wasn ’ t a whine and wasn ’ t a w himp er . Wh e n h e r h a nd s ur viv e d the br i e f st r o ke o f his n o s e , she pl u ng e d h e r han d s in t o his thick f u r wit h o u t t h inking.
    T he w o lf re st e d h i s h e ad o n h e r b a r e t h igh, his h o t, h e avy bre ath b l o wing b ack the re d f o ld o f h e r r o be . She rubb e d a nd st r o k e d and re main e d sil e nt a s the h e at o f h i s f u r s ee m e d to w r ap a r o u nd h e r thi g h, h e r fing er s, h e r han d . “ Y o u d o n ’ t sca r e m e ,” she s a i d . “N o t o ne b it. S o i f this was a t e st…” She be nt h e r h e ad and s o me sma l l pa r t o f h e r sat b ack i n amaz e m e nt. She k iss e d the w e t, b lack tip o f his n o se and sta re d in t o ic e - b l u e e y e s. T he e y e s o f a pass