Page 16 of Her Curves, His Fate

Nora thought back on some of the things she’d read about witches. She’d actually come to that conclusion herself, but it had totally slipped her mind. “I would like that.”

“Me too.” He bent his head and placed another kiss on her lips. “Now, let’s see what we can do about getting our lives back.”

He stepped back and began to remove his clothes. For a moment, Nora just stood there transfixed by the sight of his unexpected strip tease. He reached his hand behind his head and pulled his black t-shirt over his head. Immediately an ocean of tanned flesh was revealed for her viewing pleasure.

His chest was a masterpiece of hard planes and rippling muscles and Nora couldn’t help lick her lips at the sight. Or the swell of her pussy. She knew she shouldn’t let herself be so easily affected by him, but the pull between them was undeniable.

She also knew it was just a matter of time before they gave into the inevitable.

And found themselves in bed, locked in each other’s arms.

“Umm, what are you doing exactly?” She swallowed hard, finally finding her voice.

“Stripping. I’ve only got one set of clothes and I’m not ruining them.” Rafe should see the hunger in her eyes and relished the arousal he brought to her body. His body strained with anticipation, the primal need to claim his mate almost overcoming everything.

His hands went to his waist band, and he lowered the zipper. The sound was loud in the small cabin. He gave her a sexy wink. “I’m going to shift, baby. If you don’t want to see what’s instore for you later, you might want to turn around.”

“Oh. Oh!” she exclaimed. She didn’t, however, turn around, away from his naked exquisiteness.

Rafe took that as a sign he should continue. He eased his jeans down his thick legs. That left him standing before her in nothing but a pair of boxers that was proving very ineffective against the strength of his cock.

Nora licked her lips, heat flaring in her eyes.

“Like what you see?” he asked hoarsely.

“I’d like it better inside me.”

Rafe groaned and pulled her into his arms, his hand gripping her ass and pressing her body against his. He captured her mouth, rocking his hips against hers, the friction was delicious.

Nora whimpered. “Rafe, please.”

“Damn it, baby.” He continued to devour her mouth as his hand slid across the curve of her stomach, beneath the waist band of her jeans and her panties. His fingers found her slick core, two fingers gliding across her hot, wet folds. Nora cried out, arching into his touch.

“So wet for me.” He bit the lobe of her ear as he rubbed his fingers up and down her slit. He found the hard nub of her clit and rubbed it, dragging a hoarse groan from her. “Is that what you want? My fingers getting you ready for my cock?”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Rafe, I need you.”

“I know. I know.” He continued to tease her, tormenting them both. But then, common sense raised its unwanted head. He gave her one more hard kiss, before withdrawing his hand and moving away.

He stripped his boxers away, standing before her, his chest heaving, his cock thrust out from his body, the tip purple with gathering blood. “I need to shift.”

Nora backed away, giving him space, which was one of the hardest things she’d ever done in her life. He stood before her, completely naked and breathtakingly gorgeous. Her body was on fire, but she was mesmerized by the magic as he shifted. The change was swift, his body reshaping itself into that of a powerful majestic wolf. He was almost solid black with a patch of white on his chest. He looked at Nora for a moment, even the eyes of his wolf reflecting the same desire as the man.

“Go,” Nora whispered. “But remember, fifteen minutes and then I’m coming to find you.”

The wolf gave a low growl that made her smile. Then it turned and bounded out the open door.

Rafe hesitated once he was outside. He knew he had to leave to investigate the haze but leaving her behind felt like trying to tear himself in two.

With every step, it took all his willpower not to turn back and pull her into his arms, letting their desires consume them both. Rafe allowed his wolf to take over as he bounded down the steps, heading directly to the haze that had not left the field since they had arrived. Instinctively, he allowed his wolf to take over, the animal inside him better equipped to navigate this ethereal plane.

Around him, the weather was normal. The sun was bright in the sky and a light breeze kept it from being too hot.

The haze seemed to beckon him, whispering promises of pleasure and satisfaction. He knew it was the magic. His wolf growled low in his throat, also aware, and skittish to be going so close to the source. But this was for their mate, he reminded the animal as it hesitated.

Protect. Defend.

As he ventured deeper into the haze, his senses sharpened, picking up the sounds of heavy breathing and gasps of pleasure He knew it wasn’t real, but it sure as hell sounded like it. Hell, it sounded like Nora—and him. Making love. Fucking. Mating. Marking. He swore, gritting his teeth against the onslaught of desire. His senses went into overload. The scent of her soft skin, the feel of all her heavenly curves as her body fit perfectly into his. The fucking taste of her cunt.