Grace Charles smiled and pulled me close. He tugged the zipper of my dress down quickly and peeled it down my shoulders. He groaned. "Fuck, yes." I shivered, unsure if it was from the cold or if it was desire. He unhooked my bra and then settled me on the couch beneath the large blanket. "I fe
He chuckled, dark and low. "You're playing with fire, darling, but okay." I bit my lip, hopeful as I lifted my head. Our lips brushed before he pressed his mouth more firmly to mind. Then, he slid his hand up my belly until he took hold of my breast. The callouses on his thumbs sent a shiver throu
Charles Grace was going to be the death of me. The heat beneath the fur was almost stifling now, but it was nothing compared to the way everything in me was burning for her. Just getting her off like a horny teenager was making it hard to think, hard to focus. What's worse is that I knew I could
"Damn it!" I turned to look at Audrey as she approached. "I really thought I was going to win when Seraphina said you'd come up here with a woman." I laughed. "When are you going to learn not to bet against your mother? Come here." I enveloped her in my arms, and she squeezed back. "Welcome ba
Grace I heard Charles coming up behind me, but I didn't turn back. I was excited. My stomach was full and light. When I reached the door, I opened it only to be swept off my feet and lifted. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed, and he kicked the door closed, carrying the basket in one
I winced, trying not to think of my married sex life. "Take your time, Grace. Torture me if you want. Explore. Taste. Savor. I'm a willing victim, and I want you to feel safe exploring whatever it is you want. Consider it... a sexual awakening." I frowned. "I'm thirty years old, Charles. I don't
Grace I opened my eyes what seemed like hours later, alone, and frowned, sitting up just as Charles came back into the room, naked, half hard, with two cups and a pitcher. He smiled and crossed the room before offering me a cup full of water. I set the cup aside and pulled him down to sit beside
"Is sixteen for witches," he said. "It's what seventeen for werewolves?" My face heated. "Well, yes, but they just walked in and, well--" "Culture shock," Charles nodded. "Werewolf culture is a lot like human culture: repressed as hell. I can only imagine how many times you heard the abstinence