#1 - Red

Granite Kiss
by Jennifer Cole

from  Liquid Silver Books Buy it HERE

 

“A spell was cast, there is always a way to break it.” Elena stood beside the sofa and pressed her fingers to her temples.

A challenge always got her blood flowing. Elena loved to solve a mystery. Why could she not concentrate on fitting the pieces of this puzzle together?

The reason for her distraction sat on the sofa, eyeing her as if she were a tasty little morsel he was dying to sample. Any doubts she had about Zander’s interest dissipated at an alarming speed.

No longer could she stand it. The differences between their physical forms meant nothing to her in the grand scheme of things. Elena could no longer fight the attraction, and damn it, she knew Zander felt it as well. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her; felt it in the weight of his stare as he watched her. More importantly, she felt his need when he held her in his arms. His touch was electric.

Elena wanted more. No, she needed more.

“Oh the gods, this is ridiculous,” Elena said, and leapt through the air, landing on top of Zander.

*

The suddenness of Elena’s acrobatics threw Zander off guard, causing him to lean back into the sofa.

“What are you--” His question was cut short as Elena brushed her soft lips against his.

The room fell silent. After several moments, she pulled away from him, waggled her brow and dragged her tongue across her lower lip.

“Uh,” he managed on a hoarse exhale. “That was... nice.”

“Nice?” she repeated, narrowing her eyes.

“Well, uh, the others are--you know--here. Watching,” he said in a soft voice, trying not to attract any more attention to them. Which he knew was futile, since Elena sat sprawled on top of him, and he was panting like a dog in heat.

Elena’s heated gaze held his, and over her shoulder she growled, “Leave.”

From the corner of his eye, Zander watched his five fellow beasts stumble over one another as they raced to the open terrace door.

“See ya,” Adan said quickly.

“I was just thinking I could use some air,” Henrik announced, pushing past Mabon.

“Where are we going to go?” Kenyon muttered.

“Stop talking and just get the hell out,” Magnus said nervously, glancing back for a split second.

The loud flapping of wings carried into the suite, signaling the beasts had launched off the building.

Leaning down Elena again pressed her lips to his again.

They were just as Zander imagined, soft, confident. Elena was a woman who knew what she wanted. And by the gods, she wanted him. The taste of her made his head spin.

He needed to stop her.

The tip of her tongue teased along the seam of his lips, coaxing him to open his mouth. As he did, to utter a protest--a mild one mind you, but a protest nonetheless--Elena seized the opportunity to slip inside.

The slide of her tongue alongside his made Zander’s breath hitch. Wide eyed he watched her. Elena’s eyes were closed, lids fluttering as her excitement escalated. The subtle fragrance of feminine arousal tickled him under the nose. He inhaled deeply, her natural pheromones taunting his lust as he allowed her to control their kiss.

A moan of passion caught in her throat and her arms tightened around his neck, her fingers fisting in his dark hair.

Closing his eyes, Zander allowed himself to savor the moment. The repressed libido he had buried years ago began to emerge. With need, his hands stroked down the length of her back, over the luscious curves of Elena’s hips, to then cup and squeeze her buttocks.

If this were to be his last moment on earth, Zander would die a happy man, or rather beast. With the days of living as a man long gone, he never imagined once again living in human form. Yet right then, with Elena straddling his thighs, his body aching to be one with hers, Zander wanted nothing more than to be a man.

Just once, he began to think, and felt the instant void as Elena pulled away from his mouth.

“Do you feel it?” Her breath was harsh, her voice husky.

“W--what?” he stuttered, attempting to tamp the hoarseness of his own voice.

“The sparks. The electricity.” She paused to run the wet tip of her delicious tongue over her swollen lips. “We have chemistry.”