Norvir (The Mating Games Book 9) by Catty Diva Page B

him. It was like slow motion as his head dropped and his lips slid against hers. He was giving her every chance to stop him. His tongue ran over the seam of her lips then he sucked her lower lips into his mouth and nibbled on it. Never had she felt anything so erotic. His hands stroked her back slowly, again the male was in no hurry. It was as if he was saying he had all night.
    His attention was on her and nothing else. Moving his mouth to her neck, he lightly kissed her there. “So beautiful, so soft.” He whispered in her ear. Norvir’s heated breath made her break out in goosebumps. The male was taking the time to seduce her properly. She was melting inside and out. Her temperature soared, she breathed in his spicy scent and she feared she would want this male for a long time.
    Her arms moved up and around his neck so that she was clinging to him. A moan rumbled through the air, she was surprised to discover it had come from her. She and Norvir had danced around their attraction to each other and had only had one sweet kiss, more of a friendly one than a ravenous one, but that was changing. His hands were soft, where they weren’t calloused. The male did hard physical work and the callouses were interesting. It made her wonder what they would feel like on other parts of her anatomy.
    Norvir was unbuttoning her shirt. She shivered as the air hit her, not that it was cold, and it just wasn’t exactly warm. He stepped back, looking deeply into her eyes. “We need to talk first. There are secrets I must share with you.”
    Secrets? Nat loved secrets. That was why she had become a scientist, well one of the reasons, anyway. Her job was to unravel secrets and find understanding. Then she could solve problems and improve lives. It was like being a superhero, in a way. She fought with her brain, using reason and facts to solve problems, when she was allowed to. The satisfaction that finding a way to reverse a pollutant that killed the environment brought her was indescribable. The rage she felt when she found a solution but couldn’t apply it was also impossible to put into words. It made her realize that no matter what Norvir revealed, Oison was the place she needed to be.
    She could find the solutions and someday, when Earth was ready, the work would be done and answers waiting on them. “Alright. I’m ready.”
    “My people are shifters.”
    A joke from such a serious guy? “Like werewolves?” She giggled. “That’s funny! They don’t exist.”
    “They do. Open your mind to the possibilities.”
    “Show me!” She demanded. Nothing less than a shift would convince her.
    “Please do not panic. He is large and scary, but I am still in control and I would never hurt you.” She nodded her acceptance, not that she believed him for a minute. Maybe his people had delusions. It would be something else to study.
    Nat stared at him, she didn’t see the whole change. It was like a film in fast forward, too fast to catch most of what happened. Fear was in the back of her mind, but the scientist took over. Reaching out, she touched his skin. It felt like soft leather. His color was a pale pastel purple. It was just a couple shades from silver. He was fricking huge! Around seven feet tall if not more and broad, muscular, and gorgeous. His eyes, were beyond gorgeous with black irises circled with purple, there were gold flecks mixed in as well. A woman could get lost in those eyes.
    The change back into human form was just as fast. “You are a shifter. I wonder if that means werewolves are real too. Possibly they were other aliens visiting the planet.”
    “I can’t say.”
    “You can’t tell me or you don’t know?”
    “I’ve never met a werewolf.”
    “That’s evasive. But you know of them?”
    “I’ve heard stories but I have no personal knowledge.”
    Nat said nothing as she considered what she had just found out. Never had she considered this possible. It was magic, folklore, the stuff dreams were made of