The Moonswept Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Emily Stone

 
    The Moonswept Alpha
    The room was awash in colours of the rainbow as the young couples traipsed and pirouetted across the wide expanse of highly polished floor.  On the edges of the crowded floor a tall, dark haired man watched with half closed eyes, his right foot tapping idly with the beat of the music.  Suddenly his bright brown eyes flared wide open as he observed the appearance of a woman at the archway that led to the crowded dance floor.
    She was a little over five feet tall, her hair carefully arranged to fall from her head and frame the slightly cherubic face.  There appeared to be little makeup on her rosy cheeks yet her pale complexion allowed the small glows of pink to highlight her high cheekbones and accentuated the full red lips.  For a moment, the dark haired man imagined them encasing his rigid cock as she knelt at his feet in the parlour upstairs.
    That same flesh now pressed tightly against his doubloons and he shifted a little to make the growth in his trousers become less obvious.  Setting his glass of whiskey down on the table beside him he made his way quickly around the edge of the dancing couples to better observe the woman.  Her hair shook a little as she craned her neck to get a better view across the room and for a moment he thought that she would move before he got close enough to see her better.
    In his eyes she was perfect.  A full figure accentuated by the heavy breasts that pressed tightly against the plunging squared-off neckline of her blue gown.  The tops of the massive globes a light pink, flushed as if from exertion.  Another of the young men from his court lingered nearby and for a moment the dark haired man found himself consumed with jealousy that the object of his interest had already spread her legs for him.  His tension was somewhat relieved when the woman apparently ignored the man as she continued to search the room for a missing companion.
    “Looking for someone?” he found himself asking as he closed the gap between himself and the gorgeously curved woman.  He found his eyes drifting down from her massive breasts over the curve of her stomach and down to the solid legs and buttocks.  He gulped as he found himself caught staring at her well rounded backside and hoped that the woman did not read his thoughts about that particular piece of her anatomy and the flesh at his groin that seemed to get even harder with those thoughts.
    “Lord Fitzclarence,” she replied, though to the man himself it sounded more like a question as to his identity rather than the person for whom she searched.
    “Yes, my lady, though I do not know your name,” he smiled as he stepped in closer to her and let his lips open broadly into a grin as she curtsied prettily in front of him.  The dip of her body gave him an even better view of the tit flesh that seemed to be barely contained within the bodice of her gown.  It was with great self-restraint that he did not reach out a hand to make sure that they did not fall from their precarious encasement and embarrass the woman.
    “Cassandra Higgins, my lord,” she answered and then flushed as her eyes slowly made their way up the tall man who bowed slightly to her.  The bulge at the man’s groin surprised her and she quickly assessed that the bulge was being made from something quite sizeable in the man’s trousers.
    “Shall we dance, Cassandra?” he asked softly as he moved closer to her and crooked his elbow.
    “Certainly, my lord,” she smiled as she placed her hand daintily upon the proffered forearm though for a brief moment both of their eyes met as her large breasts jogged his elbow as she turned to place her fan with her shawl on the seat behind her.
    Turning to face him she moved easily into his arms as he sought her hand and her back in the waltz position.  She in turn allowed her left hand to rest easily on the man’s hip.
    “It is a pleasant evening, my lord,” said Cassandra as they twirled lightly despite the very