Hot Springs Werewolf Complete Series (BBW Werewolf Erotic Romance) by Emily Cantore Page B
Authors: Emily Cantore
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feel it in his voice. I wanted to obey for some mad reason.
"I will be there in a moment." He gently pushed me on my way before turning around and walking off into the crowd.
I floated through the door and came back to earth somewhere on the stairs. I could feel my heart thudding, half from the dancing, half from the nearness of Red. I reached the second floor. It was carpeted and quiet, the music from the hall a low backing track. I walked down the hall suddenly aware of every sensation. I could feel my dress touching me. I could taste the faintest trace of white wine from when Red kissed me. I could hear the carpet fibers flattening under my feet. I opened the door to the end room and walked inside, closing it behind me. It was an office of sorts. The walls were covered in newspapers framed in glass. Along the side wall was a long black leather sofa, comfortably worn. There was a polished wooden desk on the other side, below a window looking out on to the starry night.
Red would be here soon... and I still had not done as he commanded.
I reached up under my skirt and wiggled my way out of my underwear. It was easy because they weren't crazy tight. Once I had the lump of fabric in my hand I looked around for where I could stash it. I had no pockets. I saw a waste-paper basket under the desk at the same time as I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. I tossed the underwear in the most perfect three-pointer in history. Nothing but net. Red opened the door a second later and then closed it behind him.
Silence again, thrumming with tension.
"I heard you walking up the stairs."
"I was stomping so you wouldn't be surprised."
"Who said I didn't want to be surprised?"
I could hear the banter in my own head as I said it. See myself with one hip cocked and eyes half-lidded. A very tiny part of me said I was under Red's spell but then said what the hell, go for it.
Red took off his hat and spun it across the room to land on the sofa. I followed it with my eyes, only taking them off him for the barest of moments and then he was next to me. I gasped at his speed and silence but had no time to speak because he kissed me again.
This time he didn't pull away. He kissed me until my head spun. I faintly heard the crowd shout yee-hah from the dance floor. A distant background to the feel of his lips and his tongue. The sound of his breath. The rasp of his fingers on the fabric of my dress.
We moved, a perfect dance, across the floor and towards the sofa. Our kisses became hungry and I saw Red's eyes turning golden. In the midst of my heart thudding, of my skin tingling, I felt that feeling again. The nervous-anxious-run-away-run-towards. Red suddenly turned me, his hand on my neck and I pressed my hands on the arm of the sofa, feeling the cracked leather under my palms. I felt his lips on my neck and again, my body moved of its own accord, my feet moving apart, my hips tilting, my ass sticking out.
He's not a tame wolf I thought from nowhere and this mangling of some beautiful literature vanished as Red trailed his hand down my back and I felt him pull up my dress. I was wet and aching for him and the tiny commentator in my mind was working me up to a frenzy. I could feel my eyelids as heavy as lead. I turned my head and saw a reflection of us in the polished front of a cabinet. I was bent over the sofa, my ass indecently up in the air. Red behind me, one hand holding on to my dress, the other trailing over my skin. I was naked and exposed.
I felt his fingers brush my pussy and I let out a long slow breath. With every heartbeat my clit throbbed. Again he stroked his fingers across me but it was a light touch, teasing me and making me ache for him. I tried to push back against his fingers but I couldn't move. He was too strong.
But it was more than that.
There had been no promise of possession, no bargain between him and me. No unspoken sentences defining what was. There had been his house with me gripping the sink. There had
"I will be there in a moment." He gently pushed me on my way before turning around and walking off into the crowd.
I floated through the door and came back to earth somewhere on the stairs. I could feel my heart thudding, half from the dancing, half from the nearness of Red. I reached the second floor. It was carpeted and quiet, the music from the hall a low backing track. I walked down the hall suddenly aware of every sensation. I could feel my dress touching me. I could taste the faintest trace of white wine from when Red kissed me. I could hear the carpet fibers flattening under my feet. I opened the door to the end room and walked inside, closing it behind me. It was an office of sorts. The walls were covered in newspapers framed in glass. Along the side wall was a long black leather sofa, comfortably worn. There was a polished wooden desk on the other side, below a window looking out on to the starry night.
Red would be here soon... and I still had not done as he commanded.
I reached up under my skirt and wiggled my way out of my underwear. It was easy because they weren't crazy tight. Once I had the lump of fabric in my hand I looked around for where I could stash it. I had no pockets. I saw a waste-paper basket under the desk at the same time as I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. I tossed the underwear in the most perfect three-pointer in history. Nothing but net. Red opened the door a second later and then closed it behind him.
Silence again, thrumming with tension.
"I heard you walking up the stairs."
"I was stomping so you wouldn't be surprised."
"Who said I didn't want to be surprised?"
I could hear the banter in my own head as I said it. See myself with one hip cocked and eyes half-lidded. A very tiny part of me said I was under Red's spell but then said what the hell, go for it.
Red took off his hat and spun it across the room to land on the sofa. I followed it with my eyes, only taking them off him for the barest of moments and then he was next to me. I gasped at his speed and silence but had no time to speak because he kissed me again.
This time he didn't pull away. He kissed me until my head spun. I faintly heard the crowd shout yee-hah from the dance floor. A distant background to the feel of his lips and his tongue. The sound of his breath. The rasp of his fingers on the fabric of my dress.
We moved, a perfect dance, across the floor and towards the sofa. Our kisses became hungry and I saw Red's eyes turning golden. In the midst of my heart thudding, of my skin tingling, I felt that feeling again. The nervous-anxious-run-away-run-towards. Red suddenly turned me, his hand on my neck and I pressed my hands on the arm of the sofa, feeling the cracked leather under my palms. I felt his lips on my neck and again, my body moved of its own accord, my feet moving apart, my hips tilting, my ass sticking out.
He's not a tame wolf I thought from nowhere and this mangling of some beautiful literature vanished as Red trailed his hand down my back and I felt him pull up my dress. I was wet and aching for him and the tiny commentator in my mind was working me up to a frenzy. I could feel my eyelids as heavy as lead. I turned my head and saw a reflection of us in the polished front of a cabinet. I was bent over the sofa, my ass indecently up in the air. Red behind me, one hand holding on to my dress, the other trailing over my skin. I was naked and exposed.
I felt his fingers brush my pussy and I let out a long slow breath. With every heartbeat my clit throbbed. Again he stroked his fingers across me but it was a light touch, teasing me and making me ache for him. I tried to push back against his fingers but I couldn't move. He was too strong.
But it was more than that.
There had been no promise of possession, no bargain between him and me. No unspoken sentences defining what was. There had been his house with me gripping the sink. There had
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