Tags:
paranormal romance,
alpha hero,
Alpha,
shifter romance,
sheriff,
Forbidden Love,
werewolf romance,
witches and wizards,
bad boy alpha,
witches and spells,
love in the wrong places,
spell gone wrong,
breaking the rules,
werewolves and shifters,
BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance
narrowed down to only him. Every nerve between her breasts and pussy lit up like a landing strip that led to the Promised Land. In this position even through the rough denim of her jeans could fell his heat.
He rotated her against his thigh again. Her eyes widened and her breath froze in her lungs. A jolt of energy burst from her core and aimed straight for her clit. The bundle of nerves tucked between tender folds quaked.
Pulsing pressure evaporated all words from her thoughts.
She bit back a moan when another shockwave ripped through her as he repeated his sweet torture.
“You have a way with words, Sheriff.” A shuttered breath pushed past her lips. “I don’t think I have anything else on my schedule for tonight.”
She wanted him. Not for a day or a fling that lasted a couple of months, but in a way that would tie her to this place and time with him. “You like pushing my buttons, woman.” He bent and captured her earlobe between his teeth for a nibble.
Their future may not be clear, but she didn’t need to go searching to know he made her world complete. That he was her reason for breathing and the other half of her soul.
“I know, I shouldn’t tease a hexed alpha. But, do tell, how do you plan on punishing me?”
She could count on one hand how many men she had in her life. Two were past lovers, the other her father and a brother. That left Caden. Neither of her two past encounters measured up to how he made her feel.
“What I have in mind would leave you at my mercy,” he teased, the pillowy softness of his lips against her skin, his tongue dancing along the pulse point in her neck. She screwed her eyes shut. Goddesses divine he made her want to do bad things. Kinky bad things that she’d dreamed about since their first date and that only he pulled out of the deeper corners of her mind.
He bent and gathered her ass in both hands and hauled her up the length of his body until he had his cock nestled in the V of her jean-clad legs. They needed to do something about that pronto.
Her head tipped back. “I know what I’d like.”
“Do you? What does my witch want?”
She loved it when he called her that. The deep rumble of his laugh worked over her. Piqued interest creased his brow as he stepped back and eased her down. She melted into his body and was tempted to hold him to her, but she had an idea that they would both love. Hopefully. “I’ll show you.”
He kept his hands on her as if he didn’t want to break their contact either. With a few short steps, she came to his discarded pile of clothing. With as much grace as she could muster in jeans and a sweatshirt, Harmony bent over to retrieve what she needed and got a growl in response. His fingers kneaded the globes of her ass. “You’ll get your fun in just a moment.” Emboldened, she straightened and dangled her loot from her forefinger. “Wanna play, sweetheart?” With a perfect cocked brow and a devilish smile to top it off, no way he wouldn’t want to get her in bed.
His curiosity morphed from surprised to highly aroused, and with how his cock bobbed in anticipation, she’d say it was safe to say they shared the little fantasy.
“Follow me,” she cooed in a mischievous tone.
He snatched the cuffs from her hand and then picked up his white T-shirt from the pile of discarded clothes. “No, you come with me.” In one swoop, he bent and hauled her over his shoulder, eliciting a small yelp. Pure laughter bubbled up her chest as he strode across the front of Enchanted Embers in the direction of the back room. An echo of movement to her right caught her attention. In passing, he snagged something from the shelf. Palms pressed into his backside, she angled her head to see, but he tucked it beneath his shirt before she caught a glimpse of the label. “Naughty witch. No peeking.”
“Not fair. This was my idea.”
A deep chuckle rumbled up his chest. “Oh, my sweet witch. You have no idea.”
No idea of what?
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