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
Grace As we reached the front of the cottage, I noticed the sleek black car in front. Gregory waved from within it. "Are we... heading back tonight?" "Yes. After dinner," Charles said. "We should get back early in the morning." I sighed and nodded. "I guess it couldn't last forever." We wa
I huffed. "They're unnaturally good." "Magical food tends to be when you need it and have never had it before." The chill in the air nipped at my cheeks, and I wrapped my blanket more tightly around me. He hummed with a soft, easy smile on his face. The smell of the cooking steaks was heavenly
Grace It was different than Isolde's voice, more sultry and less playful. My whole body went tense, and I wanted to pull away, but Charles tightened his grip around me just a little and put his phone on speaker. A projection of a woman's face appeared. She was stunning. I could barely believe th
When Charles spoke about his mate, there was no pain in his voice. "I can hear your mind turning," Charles said softly, wryly, and a little watery. "Ask, sweetheart. Just ask." "Who is she to you? And... what was all that about?" He took in a deep breath. "An old friend. We grew up together. I
Charles I entered the kitchen to pour some coffee as Grace opened the envelope. She gasped, and the scent of her fear filled the air. I looked up as her fingers started to tremble. As I watched her face, I could see the color drain from her cheeks as she scanned the contents. Things slipped out of