For Prime-Werewolf Ember Stilwell, life has been far from normal. Decades ago, a vengeful Witch cursed her Pack, leaving the women of her line incapable of feeling love. When an organized group of immortal killers begin to stalk and capture wolves from her pack, she sets out on a path fraught with danger. Just when it seems the world as she knows it will be changed forever, she meets Collin, an Alpha Werewolf with a body built for sin. As her heart begins to heal, she comes to find that the demons of her past are not nearly as dangerous as the nightmares she will be forced to face in her future. Can finding her true love conquer all? Or will the ability to feel for the first time be overshadowed by losing everything else she holds dear?
“Feed from me,” he urged.
I shook my head against him and groaned. I didn’t want to hurt him. I had never done this before, so I had no clue how much control I would have over my vampire self. What if I lost it and accidentally drained him?
“I want to do this for you. Let me be the one to ease your pain,” he said, pulling my face closer. My lips pressed up against him and I could feel a thumping pulse flutter underneath his skin. My tongue flicked out, tasting the salt and sweetness of him. It made me want to bite down hard; to take every bit of him into me that I possibly could. Somehow, I just knew that he would be the perfect filler of my needs. My ambrosia.
I guess one little sip couldn’t hurt, said a voice inside my head. The voice sounded strangely like my own. My fangs began to pulse and ache, and before I could stop myself, they sank deep into Collin’s neck. He grabbed hold of the back of my head with a groan. I wrapped my leg around his waist and pressed myself up against his hard length, pinning him under me. It fulfilled my sexual hunger for him and the need to keep him still while I drank.
With his free hand, he pushed my ass down against him. Heat exploded from between my legs and built up with every one of his delicious thrusts. “My God, that feels so good,” Collin said, still holding my mouth to his open wound. “Suck harder.”
So I guess this is where I am suppose to put a little something about myself. I could go on and on about major accomplishments…or…I can simply say…I am a wife and mother. It’s as easy as that. Now…I know what you’re thinking “This person sounds boring”…am I right? Well this is where things get a bit more interesting. I also like to create worlds, and in those worlds, I morph into the ultimate Puppet Master. I meticulously pull the strings on dozens of fantasized characters. I make them dance for me…love for me…and when I am in a particularly feisty mood, I even make one or two of them kill for me. Then, after play time is over…I emerge from my land of make believe just in time…to do the dishes.