Harper Finch is meant to be settling in to her new life. Part-time job as a waitress at Greasy Manna and writing her novel. Simple. Uncomplicated. Until she met Red Guile. Builder. Alpha werewolf. Unbelievably hot.
But there are other werewolves in town interested in her arrival. One is Freyr: tall, dark and dangerous and soon things get complicated.
Red invites her to a dance at the Historical Society. It's meant to be a chance to meet new people and to maybe get closer to Red. But the past for the Finch family is everywhere in Hot Springs and Harper has stepped in the middle of a war that has been brewing for decades.
She just doesn't know it yet...
This 9700+ word story is part two in a hot new werewolf erotic romance series from Emily Cantore. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a curvy bbw girl and a sexy werewolf alpha. Intended only for mature audiences 18+!
The world slipped away and it was just the two of us. Red moved with grace and power, spinning me away, pulling me back. The song was short but in those few minutes I went from a low simmer to a boil. Red in front of me. His hand on my back. Red behind me, our bodies touching for a moment. A final twirl and the song ended. The world returned with a hall full of people cheering and me seeing no one but the cowboy in front of me.
I took his hand and pulled him off the dance floor, heading for the back of the hall. Crazy ideas were running through my mind and most of them were based on the open door and set of stairs back there. Finding somewhere to be alone.
I stopped and turned around, Red's hand still in mine. He smiled at me and the look on his face sent tingles rushing through me. I noticed the cut on his face from yesterday was nowhere to be seen and then that thought vanished a moment later when he stepped forward and kissed me.
Spice and heat.
His hand was on my lower back, pulling me forward. I could feel the strength of his body, the raw power within him.
The kiss ended too soon, Red pulling back. His eyes were tinting golden, fixed on me. He moved forward and his lips touched my ear.
"Upstairs. End of the corridor. Take off your underwear."
He didn't have to add now but I could feel it in his voice. I wanted to obey for some mad reason.
"I will be there in a moment." He gently pushed me on my way before turning around and walking off into the crowd.
About the Author
Emily Cantore has a last name that sounds like some kind of dance and a mind that spends a lot of time thinking about hot and heavy moments. She writes creative smut that is based on true events and true smut based on wild times. Her stories are all works of fiction … except when they're not.
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