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Excerpt from Arcane by Erzabet Bishop
“Something
the matter?”
“Headache.
Sorry.”
“You
didn’t meet me for coffee. I was afraid you’d changed your mind.”
His eyes locked with hers and they stopped moving. Her breath locked
in her chest and all she could do was stare at his full and supremely
kissable lips.
“I’m
sorry. Pack business.”
And
something had passed between them in the garden at the school.
Something that made her want to explore this attraction, even if it
was just to get it out of her system.
They’d
made it to the edge of the labyrinth in less time than she thought
with no sign of the others. Her wolf rolled beneath her skin, desire
for him pooling in her lady bits. The urge for some full on revenge
sex to show him what he’d been missing out on sizzled through her,
but as he reached out to touch her cheek, she found herself leaning
forward.
Her
wolf cheered.
“Oh.”
He brushed a stray strand of hair from the side of her face. “I
thought I’d never see you again. Not that I didn’t deserve that
after what I did to you.”
“No,”
she blurted out, heat creeping up her cheeks. “I really wanted to
see you.” And she had. Memories of their first and only chaste kiss
as a teenager had grown into a bittersweet remembrance and she
wondered what his lips tasted like now.
“Good.”
She
nibbled on her lip, aware of her own body tightening in response to
his heated gaze. Her wolf circled beneath her skin, as anxious to
test their connection as she was.
“It
is?”
Why
couldn’t she form a coherent thought other than the dirty ones
infiltrating her mind? Her wolf wanted him to throw her to the
ground, tear off her jeans and mount him. Right here. Right now. She
glanced down to find the hard ridge of his arousal evident against
his jeans and she swallowed, her fingers itching to work the zipper
and feel him against her palm.
What
the hell was wrong with her?
“Mmm
hmm.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “It
is.”
His
lips were soft and full and she wanted more. The piney scent of him
reminded her of the surrounding woods and for a moment, she let the
wolf inside her run free and lifted her face to his as he captured
her lips again.
2 comments:
Thanks for posting on the blog today!
XOXO
Erzabet
<3 Thank you!
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