Bewitching Her Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Joanna Wilson Page B

mugs of cider. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I took my first bite of what was a thick delicious stew. I ate two bowls of it, sopping it up with the bread that was almost as thick, and delicious as Amma’s. The warm cider was the perfect complement to the meal.
     
    While we ate, he explained that we were nearly on the other side of the lake from my little community. His family was coming here to hunt, but really he came here to be alone. There was a lot of pressure put on him by his family, but didn’t explain further. But I understood exactly how he felt. That was why I went to the island today. I understood pressure.
     
    After eating, we made ourselves comfortable on the couch, and I was completely distracted by the masculine presence beside me. Brandon was telling me about my rescue from his point of view and he wasn’t painting himself as a hero; instead was saying how grateful he was that we both ended up on the shore. As he was telling the story, he lightly grazed my hand, and I found myself involuntarily moving closer to him. I needed to be closer to him.
     
    We talked for a long time and soon we were facing each other, our knees touching. Each time our eyes met, the attraction became stronger. He took our empty mugs and put them on the end table. When he turned back he took my hands in his and said, “I know you feel it too.”
     
    I nodded looking up to meet his eyes, my heart thudding in my chest. Slowly, so slowly, he leaned toward me and softly pressed his lips to mine. A bolt of lightning shuddered through my body at his warm kiss and passion ignited. I moved even closer to him as his hands left mine to slide up my back and pull me to him. I melted into his arms and gave myself over completely to that kiss.
     
    He eased me down onto my back, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him down with me needing to feel his weight on me. My hands found their way into his hair and I tangled my fingers into the thick softness of it.
     
    I had been kissed before but never like this. Never had I felt this liquid heat flowing through my veins making every nerve stand at attention. His teasing tongue and the increasing pressure of his lips stoked the flames higher fueling my need to feel the warmth of his skin under my fingertips, and the straining of his muscles of his back as he held himself over me. My hands found their way under his shirt as his fingertips slid lightly down my arm to my waist sending a shiver through me.
     
    His hands slipped under my shirt and I shifted to allow him better access as his warm fingers softly traced the outline of my bra. I arched my back up toward him allowing him to unhook the bra that I had secured just an hour ago. I held my breath in anticipation of his touch and tingled with pleasure. His hands were so warm, as he cupped my breast lightly rubbing his palm over my already stiffening peak. My legs involuntarily opened so that he could nestle between them. His desire pressed against me, and I ground myself on him wanting more.
     
    He lifted my shirt over my head, and when he followed it with his, I pulled him down to me again, desperately needing to feel his warm skin against mine. The hard planes of his chest created a delightful friction against my breasts before he pulled back and dipped his head down to capture one pebble hard nipple between his lips. I writhed beneath him, my back arching toward the wet warmth of his mouth. The lightning fast flicking of his tongue sent a rush of moisture and need rocketing through me.
     
    He lavished attention on my other breast as I ran my hands over his back caressing the flexing muscles. I swept my hands back around to explore his chest and stroke the hard ridges of his abs until I reached the waistband of his jeans. He looked up at me with naked lust. I matched his look as I popped the snap open and slowly lowered the zipper.
     
    “Take them off.” I said. I was starting to feel the part of the seductress