wanted to see what she could accomplish. My brain loved to gather information in books, but Amber really was history in the making. Foul-mouthed, over the top history, and I wanted to be a part of it.
“You do know you’re our Beta, don’t you?” Amber drank half the glass handed to her. Meaning I had to get the negotiations for the financial plan done quickly.
“I never thought I would be in any position of authority, but yeah, Beta suits me better than Alpha.” I pulled out the receipts from the last three hotels. If we went somewhere that cut out the extras like WiFi and free breakfast we would probably save enough to make it work.
“Craig…listen. I don’t know everything. Hell, I think most days I know the opposite of everything, but there is one thing I have figured out.” She paused for effect.
This ought to be good.
“We find our path if we look hard enough.” Amber touched her chest.
The small leather sack she wore ever since she turned was a visible bump under every shirt she wore. It stayed on her even when she shifted. Her wolf respected its place there. Amber didn’t say what it was, and I hadn’t pushed. When she decided she was ready, I was dying to get the backstory on the leather sack. But now was definitely not the time.
“Sometimes our path isn’t restricted to our own species.” She looked over her shoulder to look for her friend. “Craig, if she’s it, you go for it. Trust me when I say fighting the pheromones is not worth it.”
“What are you talking about?” I touched the vial in my pocket. I needed another dose of dragon’s blood. There was something banging in my skull that I wanted to go away.
“Fine. Don’t admit it.”
Just because I had admitted it to myself didn’t mean I had to say it out loud. So I picked up the wine and envied Amber’s unique lack of alcohol tolerance.
Amber got up and left the room. I pulled out our investment ledger. It took quite a bit of bouncing around, but our accounts didn’t lead back to Indiana. We were a state over, and on the move as far as I was concerned. I focused on the numbers. Mary was someone who tilted me on my axis whenever she was close. If I just worked, I could get past the thrashing she did to my brain.
I thought back to some of the other times I was trying to work in the library with her reading to me. Research was always so much more interesting when the background was Mary’s voice. The memory of her reading washed over me. And the books she would read…good gods, the woman was a temptress. She had this quiet voice that didn’t jar you from the story. She wove the tale around me every day and I was lost in her vision of how each character sounded. Then the sex scenes would pop up. Damn. My cock was a pillar of concrete whenever she was around simply because it remembered her voice.
She put me in the stories, and I was there. I was the Duke taking his mistress into the maid’s quarters to work his way beneath her undergarments. I had nights spent awake just imagining unlacing an elaborate corset off Mary’s body. The soft curves would be revealed to me one glorious inch at a time. I would let her wispy mewling breaths work the laces looser until I couldn’t resist the dance any longer and would pull them out in a long fast yank. In my mind she’d turn around with her arms trying to hide her ample chest, but she couldn’t hide them from me. Her hair would fall from whatever knot she had on top of her head as I removed a nest of hair pins one at a time.
I shook myself. Female werewolves were pretty, but they were so hard. Their wolves kept them tense, and constantly in motion. There wasn’t much room for soft. Mary was made of softness. I spent so many nights wanting to feel her skin beneath my hands. I touched her arm to guide her on occasion, but not to be polite. I enjoyed brushing my skin against hers. There was barely any hair on her arms, only a soft down that added to the incredibly silky feel to
“You do know you’re our Beta, don’t you?” Amber drank half the glass handed to her. Meaning I had to get the negotiations for the financial plan done quickly.
“I never thought I would be in any position of authority, but yeah, Beta suits me better than Alpha.” I pulled out the receipts from the last three hotels. If we went somewhere that cut out the extras like WiFi and free breakfast we would probably save enough to make it work.
“Craig…listen. I don’t know everything. Hell, I think most days I know the opposite of everything, but there is one thing I have figured out.” She paused for effect.
This ought to be good.
“We find our path if we look hard enough.” Amber touched her chest.
The small leather sack she wore ever since she turned was a visible bump under every shirt she wore. It stayed on her even when she shifted. Her wolf respected its place there. Amber didn’t say what it was, and I hadn’t pushed. When she decided she was ready, I was dying to get the backstory on the leather sack. But now was definitely not the time.
“Sometimes our path isn’t restricted to our own species.” She looked over her shoulder to look for her friend. “Craig, if she’s it, you go for it. Trust me when I say fighting the pheromones is not worth it.”
“What are you talking about?” I touched the vial in my pocket. I needed another dose of dragon’s blood. There was something banging in my skull that I wanted to go away.
“Fine. Don’t admit it.”
Just because I had admitted it to myself didn’t mean I had to say it out loud. So I picked up the wine and envied Amber’s unique lack of alcohol tolerance.
Amber got up and left the room. I pulled out our investment ledger. It took quite a bit of bouncing around, but our accounts didn’t lead back to Indiana. We were a state over, and on the move as far as I was concerned. I focused on the numbers. Mary was someone who tilted me on my axis whenever she was close. If I just worked, I could get past the thrashing she did to my brain.
I thought back to some of the other times I was trying to work in the library with her reading to me. Research was always so much more interesting when the background was Mary’s voice. The memory of her reading washed over me. And the books she would read…good gods, the woman was a temptress. She had this quiet voice that didn’t jar you from the story. She wove the tale around me every day and I was lost in her vision of how each character sounded. Then the sex scenes would pop up. Damn. My cock was a pillar of concrete whenever she was around simply because it remembered her voice.
She put me in the stories, and I was there. I was the Duke taking his mistress into the maid’s quarters to work his way beneath her undergarments. I had nights spent awake just imagining unlacing an elaborate corset off Mary’s body. The soft curves would be revealed to me one glorious inch at a time. I would let her wispy mewling breaths work the laces looser until I couldn’t resist the dance any longer and would pull them out in a long fast yank. In my mind she’d turn around with her arms trying to hide her ample chest, but she couldn’t hide them from me. Her hair would fall from whatever knot she had on top of her head as I removed a nest of hair pins one at a time.
I shook myself. Female werewolves were pretty, but they were so hard. Their wolves kept them tense, and constantly in motion. There wasn’t much room for soft. Mary was made of softness. I spent so many nights wanting to feel her skin beneath my hands. I touched her arm to guide her on occasion, but not to be polite. I enjoyed brushing my skin against hers. There was barely any hair on her arms, only a soft down that added to the incredibly silky feel to
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