Blood of a Werewolf by T. Lynne Tolles

mouth at the small indentation at the base of his throat.   She kissed it and ran her tongue up to his Adam’s apple and kissed it.   That’s when she heard that almost inaudible groan again.   His hands pulled her harder to his body as if he couldn’t get close enough to her and she leaned her head up to meet his mouth again. Their kisses and the tension in their bodies were escalating.   She knew what his hands and lips were telling her.   She didn’t have to read his mind to know.   She also knew that you only get one first time, so she was going to do it right.
    She pulled away from his grip at her waist.   He looked disappointed and confused, until he saw her unbuttoning his shirt – slowly and meticulously.   She didn’t look at his face as she did this.   She pulled his shirttails out of his pants and laid her hands on his stomach.   Ever so slowly, she slid them up to his chest and then out to his shoulders, removing his shirt and letting it drop to the floor.   With her hands on his chest she pushed him backward, leading him to the rose petal-covered bed.   He sat down utterly astonished by her.   She got on her knees and took off his shoes and socks.   Then she rose before him, now watching him watching her.   She took her shoes off by stepping on the heel of one with the other; then using her toes on the back of the other shoe, she pushed them under the bed so that she could stand between his legs.   His hands came to her waist and she pulled her shirt up over her head, staring at him every second she could, and letting him see her become more vulnerable with every piece of clothing that she dropped to the floor.  
    She leaned down and grabbed his waist and pulled him up so he was standing next to her.   They were seeing each other for the first time, in body, mind, and soul, offering themselves to each other.   They were not touching but she could feel his warm breath on her shoulder, as she was sure that he could feel her breath on his chest.   She reached down, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and did a little wiggle dance that all girls do to get out of their pants; they fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them.   She looked up in his eyes and she could see the love there that he had confessed to and she knew this was right and perfect. She reached down, grazing his lower abdomen with her fingertips, and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.   She didn’t need to see what she was doing; all she needed was to see his love there in his eyes.  
    She reached backwards and unhooked her bra and let the shoulder straps fall free, watching him watch her as she let it fall to the ground. With skin touching skin, every inch of her seemed to be hypersensitive.   The tiniest of touches made her tremble.   There wasn’t an inch of his body that wasn’t that of a god. He was beautiful and he loved her.   How can anything be any better than two souls becoming one?   She reached down and let her panties drop and stepped out of them, completely and utterly naked, standing there in front of him vulnerable, but knowing that the union from this vulnerability would be theirs and theirs alone for all of time.   His love was worth it!   Their love was worth it! At that moment, when he touched her, she knew there would be no other love for her, but his forever more. It was perfect.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 8

    Darby opened her eyes, finding herself in the big, beautiful canopy bed, being held by the most beautiful sleeping man she would ever know.   Still asleep, his steady breathing on her shoulder, she felt so complete - so calm.   Her chest hurt from the love she was feeling for this man.   She never wanted to move from this spot.   There was no place in the world she had ever felt this kind of peace and contentment.   He couldn’t possibly feel the same way, could he?
    She thought about what Devon had said about her being able to read his mind in time and how maybe she had just never