Things can be in real life too. Making a decision on what's safe or reaching for what you want. I'm kind of stunned that it's February already. I've slipped with some of my goals already, but yesterday morning, I told myself that it doesn't matter. What does matter is picking myself up and going for what I want. It lit a fire in me, and I'm feeling a lot better.
I hope that helps everyone else to keep going with what they want too. But, if that's not good enough, below I have a steamy excerpt from my novella. I hope you enjoy! I'd love to hear what you think.
Genres: Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Wildest West, Werewolves
Series: Wolves of the Wild West, Book 3 (Multi-Author series)
A gentlewoman will do whatever it takes to rescue her captive werewolf betrothed.
When her betrothed, Joe, is taken captive by a group of men looking for werewolf laborers, it's up to Charlotte to track him down and win him back -- even if that means putting her own life in danger.
Charlotte wrapped her arms around Joe's broad torso and scraped her fingernails gently along the length of his muscular back. His breath came out quickly against her skin as he brushed feather-light kisses against her neck.
He nudged her thighs apart. Anticipation built within her as his hand dipped to her pussy. He parted her wet folds with his callused fingers and pushed one finger inside her.
She moaned, enjoying the tantalizing sensations his skilled attention brought about. She looked into his eyes, and he grinned down at her. The look of masculine satisfaction that he could please his lover was written clearly on his face.
She opened her mouth to protest when Joe removed his finger, but then he thrust his firm cock inside her, filling her so completely in one smooth stroke.
Charlotte dug her nails into his back. Joe's eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and she couldn't help but smile as he arched into her touch. Her betrothed liked a little pain with his sex. Not much, just nails and some teeth. Then again, it was befitting of a werewolf.
They didn't talk much about that side of who he was. She figured he would share what he wanted with her. Sometimes he did, but she suspected he preferred to pretend like they were both normal. People were too quick to judge others by their race, or even species, these days.
Charlotte didn't care about any of that. Being with Joe was her only need. She trailed a fingertip across his cheek while her other hand continued to dig into his flesh.
He met her gaze. His eyes, normally dark brown, were now wolf amber. "What did I do to get such a sweet lady like you?" he said, his voice gravelly and low.
She laughed, but the sound caught in her throat as his lips caressed her breast. "I wonder that too. Maybe it was destiny."
He flicked his tongue over her nipple before pulling it into his mouth. He sucked on it, bringing pleasure sweeping through her. His other hand trailed along her full hips, which he insisted made her curvaceous and luscious.
She liked his answer.
He thrust even faster. Desire built within her as they reached ever closer toward climax. Charlotte leaned back against the pillow, clinging to him as he became the only thing real in her life. "Joe..."
Joe brushed kisses up from her breast to her neck until he finally placed a kiss on her lips. "Yes, love?" Hunger filled his eyes as he watched her. "You're getting close. So tight." He slid in and out in longer strokes.
He knew what she liked. "I love it when you talk like that." Her body clenched as orgasm rushed toward her. She gasped and gripped his back. Joe covered her lips with his, ravishing her mouth until she didn't know which way was up. He was the hungry wolf to her somewhat innocent maid.
She writhed, and only Joe's strong hands kept her in place as he thrust into her. She screamed her pleasure into his mouth as wave after wave of ecstasy cascaded through her.
Joe went still as he shot his seed inside her.
After a few moments, he pulled away. His breath came out in harsh pants. He propped himself up on his elbow and smirked at her. "I'll make an honest woman of you yet. Such a blissful marital life we'll have." He chuckled.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Get right on with it soon before I start sprouting gray hairs."
His eyebrows rose, and he leaned back over her. "Saucy girl. Maybe I'll have to show you what I'd like to get right on again with." He pressed his hard cock against her thigh. Yet another perk of his being a werewolf. "Maybe I'll..." He froze, and his nostrils flared. "Damn it. Your maid must be coming to check on you."
Her eyes widened, and she hopped out of bed. She stared at the door, hoping her maid, Betsy, wouldn't come in without knocking. Charlotte needed to look presentable before that happened. While she liked her maid, Betsy might feel obligated to tell Charlotte's father what she had been doing with Joe. That would not bode well.
Glancing at the other side of the room, she saw Joe shove his feet into his boots. He had dressed quickly, but then when one had supernatural speed... Before she could blink, he had crossed the room to her.
He stared down at her. "I'll call on you tomorrow after I complete my work and chores."
Charlotte stretched up on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I look forward to it." A soft creak of the hallway's wooden floor reached her ears. She hurriedly pulled on her dressing gown and sat in front of her vanity, picking up her brush. She'd be able to fabricate a tale for Betsy if she needed to. Joe opened the window and jumped out. Only the faint sound of his boots hitting the ground gave him away. They didn't have much to worry about since her window faced a rarely used alley.
The soft footsteps stopped outside her door. Charlotte ran the brush through her brown hair, pulling at a few tangles. She hoped Betsy would go back to sleep and not disturb her. After a brief pause and another squeak, the footsteps retreated again.
Charlotte sighed in relief, but she waited a moment more. When she was sure it was safe, she dashed across the room and closed the window. Joe was heading toward the main street. His gaze turned to meet hers as if he knew she was there. He smiled and tilted his hat.
From the shadows, a group of four men rushed at Joe.