Bear Heart by +Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Series: Witches' Mischief, book 4
Genre: Naughty Fairy Tale, Fantasy, Historical, Erotic, Romance
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Blurb:
By day a bear, by night a man.Half a century ago Simon Lancaster loved a woman. But when he committed a crime and was seduced by a witch his fate was sealed. Forced to live as a shifter by day and human by night, he becomes hopeless.
He believes there is nothing left in life for him. That is, until he meets Margaret O'Hare. An unconventional woman, Margaret makes him feel whole again, but he doesn't know if he can allow the walls he has erected around his heart to lower, no matter how much he
grows to care for her.
As their time together has them becoming closer, he starts to trust and love again. But a happily ever after might not be in Simon's future as dark shadows emerge to destroy what he has built with Margaret.
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“Oh.”
He
grasped her waist with a hand, steadying her and licked the anal whorl again.
She moaned and thrust back against him. With his other hand Simon reached
between her legs. He groaned. She was hot and wet. Margaret spread her legs as
he touched her vulva, further spreading the liquid coating her. He tickled her
entrance, teasing it with the tip of his index finger. Margaret moaned. She
rocked her body, searching for his elusive touch. He pushed the digit into her
depths.
“Simon.”
He
inserted another finger and rotated them; searching for that spot he once knew
to drive women wild. She moved against him and he realized that his hold on her
hip was almost punishing. He loosened his fingers and dove into the crack of
her bottom, licking and tasting it with ravenous hunger. Maggie cried out, no
doubt not expecting the sudden assault. He pushed another finger into her,
pumping them in and out hard and fast. She muttered his name, desperately
moving against him and searching for release.
Simon
pulled back. He removed his fingers from her core and took them into his mouth.
His taste buds exploded with her tangy yet sweet flavor. Harshly, he spun her
around. He glanced up at her. Her chest heaved, her heavy breasts moving with
each breath. The rosy nipples extended and beckoning him to suck on them. At
the same time, her pussy called to him. It’s musky scent permeating the air.
“I want
to eat you, Maggie. Put you on a silver platter and feast on you, all of you,
from top to bottom,” he said, his voice coming out husky.
Margaret
held out her hand. Simon took it and she tugged. He got to his feet, and looked
down at her, confused. Her inquisitive hands, so small compared to his, reached
beneath his shirt, tugging. He aided her efforts and slipped the offending
garment over his head glad that he did not possess a cravat, a vest, or any
other item that would keep her hands from touching him. She stepped closer to
him and rested her lips on his chest. He heard her inhale, as if she too was
committing his scent to memory.
A soft
sigh escaped her lips before she moved, dropping tiny kisses across his flesh.
He growled as her teeth found his nipple and bit it. Margaret chuckled and
repeated the process, lavishing the hurt with the flat of her tongue and making
him wonder who was feasting on who. Lower and lower she dropped, following the
trail of hair that curled to his cock. His breath caught as she stopped at the
hem of his trousers and glanced up at him. Darkened by passion her eyes
resembled a pine tree wet after a furious storm. A devious smile lighted her
face as she easily unfastened his clothes and drew his cock out from within.
Her warm breath caressed his throbbing member as she silently grasped it.
“Margaret.”
“You’re not the only one
that’s hungry, Simon.”
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
Thanks for having me, Dee!
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