Wednesday Words: A Little Romance

Happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s to a little romance in all our lives. Since the Kiss of Death RWA Chapter sponsors #1lineWed on Twitter, today’s theme was kind of a no-brainer. 😉 This scene is pretty self-explanatory…
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His wolf growled, urging him to give in. Here was their mate, standing there, all delicious curves and feminine scents of desire. She wanted them. The wolf knew she was meant to be theirs. The animal couldn’t understand why the man resisted. They should claim Lauren, take her, mark her so the world knew she belonged to them. So they could protect her and keep her safe.

Tait’s gaze strayed to her throat, to the muscle between neck and shoulder where he would bite and mark her when they made love. He forced his eyes away, gritting his teeth in the effort to do so. This was not how he wanted to claim her. She deserved candles and flowers and booze or something. Romance. Lauren was the kind of woman who should be romanced. Too fucking bad he didn’t have a romantic bone in his body.

She made a strangled noise in the back of her throat, her eyes wide in…what? Not fear. Dismay? Maybe. She was nervous, skittish, like a deer that knows a predator is near. “W-why are you staring at me like that?”

“Like how?” His voice resonated with a buried growl as she backed away.

“Like…I don’t know. Like I’m a rare steak and you haven’t eaten in a week.”

“Been longer than that,” he muttered, stalking her. His wolf liked this game, liked it a lot. She continued to back up, glancing over her shoulder to see where he was herding her. His bedroom was the final destination but he’d settle for the couch. Not as good as his bed, but it’d do. When she half-turned toward the front door, he moved with preternatural speed, his hand closing around her biceps. He hauled her to him.

She gasped and before she close her mouth, he claimed her with a kiss. She was expecting his conquering hero kiss, like the first one they’d shared—all the pillaging and burning and rampaging Viking invader. Desire smoldered deep inside her and it wouldn’t take much to ignite it. She was ready for him. She would resist. Except that’s not how he kissed. Oh, no. The sneaky jerk was hungry, like a soldier leaving for the war. No. Not that. More like one who’d been away for years and was finally home. The kiss was a little rough, a lot desperate. There was passion—hard and hot, but his grip on her loosened and his tenderness swamped her. If she let him, he’d consume her. She’d never felt so cherished in her life so how could this be a bad thing?

Her legs shook, calf muscles burning as she stood on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck. Relief came when one of his hands cupped her butt and lifted her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and oh dear God did that feel wonderful as he rubbed his erection against her core.

Tait ignored the wolf howling in his head. The damn thing was smirking. About time we claimed her. He carried her to his room, kicking open the door. He paused just inside to toe off his boots. A double thump sounded behind him. Lauren had kicked off her own boots. He was still ravaging her mouth, nipping and tasting as he eased down on the bed, keeping her beneath him.

He broke the kiss. “I’m sorry,” he murmured against her cheek. “I wanted to make this good. Give you some romance.”

A testy grumble escaped her mouth. “I don’t need romance. I need you.”
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Do you think Lauren will get what she wants? Anyone have some romance to share?

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About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of two award-winning series--Moonstruck and The Penumbra Papers, Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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2 Responses to Wednesday Words: A Little Romance

  1. Awesomesauce. Totally. =o)

    You know me. I like to read romance, but write it? Ain’t happenin’. I kind of suck at it.

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