Guest Author ~ Kristin Miller & Gone with the Wolf

 

Content Advisory: M/F foreplay/ oral sex

 Excerpt:

Molten heat surged through Drake’s bloodstream, mixing with the blooming scent of Emelia’s arousal and the honey-sweet taste of her mouth, creating a cocktail of passion that drugged him senseless. Her lips smothered his. Her tongue sank into his mouth. Tasting. Exploring. She’d always been a terrific kisser—it was all he could think about lately. But now something was different. She kissed him with unbridled passion. Like he wouldn’t be able to stop her if he wanted to.

Stopping didn’t cross his mind.

Throwing her head back, Emelia’s waterfall of golden hair flipped behind her head and her chest arched forward. Drake palmed her milky-white breasts through the shirt, letting the heavy weight of them fill his hands. Two tiny, pink nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Oh, they would taste as good as they felt, wouldn’t they? He had to see her, and feel her, flesh against flesh.

“Get this off me,” she ordered, bending down to assault his mouth once more.

She’d sensed exactly what he wanted. Couples usually had to complete the Luminary bond before sensing each other’s rising need…

Drake peeled the shirt over Emelia’s shoulders and outstretched arms, leaving her in nothing but the black lace panties she’d worn beneath her gala dress. They barely separated their mouths to let the shirt pass between them, then attacked each other once more.

“Mmm,” Emelia said, licking her lips as she writhed her hips against him. “You kiss different than you did before. You taste different, too.”

“It’s the transition.”

Drake slid lower, smashing into the cushions, so that he was almost flat beneath her. Her breasts dangled in his face, perfect, soft and begging to be suckled. Softly, he plucked one of her nipples between his fingers, then caught the other with his mouth. She moaned in response, her skin going flush beneath his tongue.

“Everything you feel will be heightened.” He flicked a tightly-budded nipple with his tongue, relishing the throaty moan that escaped Emelia‘s lips.

“It’s like I’m waking up,” she said, breathless. She splayed her legs wider over his lap. Until the heat from her center radiated through Drake’s pants. “Like I’m feeling things for the first time. I can sense your hunger.”

“I can feel yours, too. It’s like a craving that’s clawing its way through me.” The words came out as a string of growls, rough and bumpy. He dragged his hands over her back and tugged on the ends of her hair. “I’ll feed your hunger if you’ll let me.”

“Don’t make me beg for it.”

She caught Drake’s lips and slanted her mouth to deepen the kiss, heating his body to dangerous levels. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. His erection throbbed fiercely, hardening to the point of pain. He kneaded her hips and guided them in a slow, grinding rhythm over his lap. The friction only increased his desire to push inside her.

“I’ve hungered for you since the first moment I saw you,” he said as she arched up, rolling her hips over him like a skilled rider.

She was glorious above him, powerful and somehow majestic with her hair falling over her shoulders and her breasts gently bouncing in his face. Soft, amber light from the candles on the dresser flickered over Emelia’s tan skin, giving her a radiant glow.

He needed more taste, more feel, more of her hips grinding against him…without the clothes. As Drake possessed her mouth, Emelia ripped his shirt down the middle. Their mouths collided. Buttons flew. She jerked the shirt off his shoulders and groaned into him, leaning down until her breasts smashed against his chest.

Skin to flaming hot skin. Finally.

Drake quivered with the strength of his need. The raw seduction of her kiss. The way her body spoke to him in a way he’d never thought possible. His heart raced with hers. His breathing hitched with every one of her breathless moans. As warmth pooled between her legs, his shaft swelled and bucked, aching to feel her muscles clench around him.

Emelia was his.

He’d known it the second he touched her in the wine cellar. If it were up to him, and him alone, he would bond with Emelia, claim her as his Luminary, and welcome her like a queen into his pack.

Their lives would be linked. They’d never be apart. Damn the consequences.

But it wasn’t only up to him. Emelia had a choice. Just because she was going to transition into a werewolf didn’t mean she had to bond with him for the rest of her life. And most women wanted children, didn’t they? How would she react when she found out that she would never be able to carry his child to full term?

One step at a time, he reminded himself. One step at a time.

“Emelia,” he breathed.

“Yes?” She nipped at his earlobe. “You have a choice in this.”

She hesitated, propping her hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head.

“Oh, you want me to beg? Is that it?”

“No.” I want you to stay with me forever. “I want you to know you have a choice.”

“My choice is you.” She smothered a kiss on his lips. “Right here.” And another. Hotter. Deeper. “Right now. Take me Drake.” She stroked his shaft over his pants. “Take me before I burst.”

A teasing spirit flittered through him. “Yes, ma’am.”

Looping one of his arms behind her back, Drake grabbed hold of Emelia’s waist and flipped her over in one swift move. She gasped as her head hit the couch cushions and her legs fell apart. Drake kneeled on the floor. Spread her legs apart further and dove between them. Hooking a finger beneath her damp panties, he gave them a hard yank and tore them in two.

“Hope those weren’t your favorite pair.” He planted a kiss on her center and dragged his tongue through her wet slit.

 

 

 

About the Author:

 

Kristin Miller has had a passion for language and literature her whole life. Born and raised in northern California, she often made up stories about faraway places and edge-of-your-seat adventures. After graduating from Humboldt State University, Kristin taught high school and middle school English, married her college sweetheart, and had two beautiful munchkins. In 2008, she took time off from teaching to raise her children, and started writing while they napped.

She is the author of the dark and gritty Vampires of Crimson Bay series with HarperCollins/Avon, the paranormal/fantasy Isle of Feralon series with Harlequin Nocturne (Cravings), and Gone with the Wolf (releasing April 21^st from Entangled). For more information on her previous books and upcoming releases, visit her website: www.kristinmiller.net.

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