In case you need a warm-up . . .


“Are you cold?”

“Mmmmmmm. Yes.” You shiver a little. The weather has turned from spring warmth to a fall-like chill.

“Come here, then.” His deep voice is like a velvet growl.

You snuggle against his broad chest. He always sleeps naked, no matter how frigid the weather.  The heat coming off that smooth, pale flesh is intoxicating.  How does he do it?

“But you certainly are not–cold.”

He chuckles, his fingers lightly dancing up and down your back as he nuzzles your neck.  Your fingers entwine in his tangle of soft raven hair. “That’s my wolf blood . . .” He whispers in your ear before a quick, sharp nibble of the lobe.

“Don’t tell me. You are actually a werewolf . . .”

“No–” He pauses. His hand slides down to the curve of my hip, gripping it.

“Just a–wolf. And I am very hungry this morning . . .”

About fedoralady

I'm an LA native--Lower Alabama, that is. My husband of more than 30 years and I live here on a portion of my family's former farm with two gorgeous calicos and a handsome GSD mix. My background is art education, and over the years I've been a teacher, department store photographer, sales associate and a journalist. My husband, his business partner and I have Pecan Ridge Productions, a video production company, for which I shoot & edit video and stills and manage marketing. I also still write part-time for the local paper. I love movies, music, art, photography and books, and my tastes in all of them are eclectic.

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