Here is an unedited excerpt from The Dragon’s Valentine, to be featured in the Claiming My Valentine Anthology!
“Ooh! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“Forgive me, I was not trying to frighten you,” the dark-haired giant tilted his head to the side and Fred found herself hypnotized by the pulsating warmth inside of his gold rimmed eyes.
He reached out with his right hand and traced the side of her face. Fred jumped. He was hot, not in the way he looked, though truth be told he was that kind of hot too. But Fred was startled by his body temperature.
She ran a little hotter than normals being a Werewolf and all, but this guy, well, heat seemed to radiate from him. Like he was a walking talking furnace. Fred swayed a little closer, unable to stop herself. Mmmm.
Slightly callused hands continued their exploration of her face. She was unable to move as his fingertips traced a line from her jaw to her brow then back down again.
Fred had never been treated to such tender caresses and from a complete stranger too! She needed to get a hold of herself, for fuck’s sake! She was actling like a schoolgirl letting this guy paw all over her!
“Okay look I don’t know you-”
“Shhh, you know me,” his words were nothing more than a growl and Fred’s heart pounded a little faster.
He smelled good. Like cinnamon and an applewood fire. She remembered the scent from having camped a lot as a kid.
Her mother always used applewood at night because of the sweet scent. They would bake a cobbler in a cast iron pot and eat it together while laughing and telling stories.
Once, when she was around thirteen, she burned her lip on the cobbler. The hot, sticky, cinnamon sugar left a red mark on he rlip, but it had tasted so good when she licked it off. She still rememberred what she told her mom.
It was worth it. Her mouth watered a little now. Would he taste as hot and sweet? Would he be worth the burn she would surely feel?
“I wonder, my lady, if I may?” his voice was a rumble in the dark hallway behind the loud bar. Fred felt it pulsate right through her.
“If you may what?”
“If I may this,” he pushed her gently against the brick wall and werapped his arms around her.
Fred was used to being more physically fit than most of the normals around her, but this guy was huge. Easily twice her width and a good ten inches taller than she was.
She needed to tilt her head back to see him. Her Wolf generally did not like bigger normals, but for some reason she was not bothered by his size, by him, at all.
In fact, Fred pulled him closer. He felt solid and deliciously warm and enticing against her scantily clad frame. She leaed into him as he inhaled a deep whiff of her hair. She narrowed her eyes as his showed surprise and something else. Was it delight?
“You are a Wolf?” he asked.
“How did you know that?” she wanted to step back, but she was trapped between him and the wall behind her. Truth be told, she liked the feeling.
“That is good. It will be easier on you then,” he dropped a kiss on her temple and inhaled again. She felt as though he were drinking in every inch of her with his golden eyes.
The intensity in his stare was almost too much for her to take. She wanted, no, she needed to be alone with him. She had never felt such a pull towards someone before. Like a moth drawn to a flame.
“What will be easier on me?” she asked.
“This,” he pressed the length of his body into hers and Fred was stunned by the thick length of him as he strained against his leather pants.