Friday Fun–When the Starrs Align Excerpt
Yes, this is a lame attempt to make up for missing Wednesday Words. But hey, it's Friday, and I have a steamy excerpt for you. What's not to like? Check out this short excerpt from When the Starrs Align, coming next month in time to get you in the spooky mood.
Yes, this is a lame attempt to make up for missing Wednesday Words. But hey, it’s Friday, and I have a steamy excerpt for you. What’s not to like? Check out this short excerpt from When the Starrs Align, coming next month in time to get you in the spooky mood.
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She swallowed hard, aware of their lingering stares that had begun to drift over her body. Her aunt’s sweater clung to her breasts like a second skin. And the pants made it difficult to sit without dying, they were so tight. Aunt Olivia weighed a good twenty pounds less than Regan on a good day.
She took a deep breath and saw Chance lick his lips as he stared at her hard, traitorous nipples. “Right. So now that we have this straightened out, how about you untie me? I swear I won’t screw with you again.”
“My watch is a mess,” Warrick said, his face sour.
She snickered. “Yeah. I bet.”
Chance shared her mirth. Then a serious pall settled over the room. She scented undertones of longing and worry. Wait. What? Since when did she experience her cat’s sense of smell when human? Had she been feline, her whiskers would have been twitching, curiosity turning into understanding.
“You want the truth?” Warrick finally said.
Considering he didn’t normally do the talking, she nodded, inherently knowing he wouldn’t lie.
“We want to prove to you we’re sorry.”
She squirmed in her seat when he crouched in front of her and put his hands over hers, flattening her palms on the armrests of the chair. Heat licked through her, sensual arousal awakening in her once again, the way it always did around him and his brother.
“Okay, already. I accept your apology. This time I mean it.”
“I know you do. But I’m not done showing you how sorry I am.” He kissed her before she could breathe, and she couldn’t do more than follow his lips and tongue, because her entire world came into focus in a way it never had before.
Power lit her up from the inside out. Hands touched her hair, her arm, her thigh. But his mouth didn’t move, drawing the need she’d kept balled inside her for so long to the surface.
He broke the kiss, panting. “Shit. I knew it.”
“My turn.”
Before she could form a coherent thought, Warrick moved aside and Chance kissed her. And just like his twin, Chance stole her will to do anything but moan and arch into his touch.
Sweet yet hot. Passionate and tender while still managing to turn her panties into a sopping mess, the man had the art of the kiss down to a science. Down to magic…
He pulled away, and she saw a flash of green in his pupils. Wow. That she’d never seen before. But it disappeared before she could blink, and she wondered if she’d really seen that or was seeing stars.
“Your nipples are hard,” Warrick mused and cupped her breast.
Her breast. She wanted to deny him, to tell them both to stop playing with her like this, but then he rolled his thumb over her nipple and her head fell back. A moan slipped from her of its own volition.
Chance put a hand between her legs, increasing her arousal. “I know we tied you up and all, but we definitely don’t want to do anything to you that you don’t want. Regan, are you willing to let us make it up to you? All that bad shit we did back then. We owe you.”
Warrick pinched her nipple and she cried out. So embarrassing. But when she dared a look at him, she saw a smile actually reflected in his eyes. “Yeah. We owe you big time. Let us show you how sorry we are.”
They sat there, not moving. Warrick’s hand on her breast, Chance’s between her legs.
She was in heaven and hell, because she wanted a crack at them before they took their power to heart and left her and the other peons far behind. But what if they didn’t mean it? What if it was all just a joke to them? Taunt the stupid shifter girl, the one with magic all locked up inside her. As a feline she could kick their asses. As a witch? She sucked. And not in a good way.
“Come on, Regan. Say yes.” Chance leaned in to kiss her again. Then he removed his hand and stood, and she saw up close that he wasn’t kidding. He wanted to show her something, all right. A huge erection filled the fly of the jeans before her. “Look, we want you. Have always wanted you. What do you say? No strings, just good fun. And I swear, you’ll orgasm at least twice before we come.”
We. Both of them. The fantasy of every sexual woman and gay man in covens from here to Alaska. “This isn’t a joke?” she whispered, looking from Chance to Warrick, wanting badly to believe, if only in the now.
“No, sweetheart. Not a joke.” Warrick let go of her breast and untied her restraints. Then he whispered a few words and the bands holding her from shifting let go.
“Oh, much better.”
The brothers stood next to each other, waiting for her. No sudden moves. No bullshit. Nothing but sheer need.
“You want me?”
They nodded in unison.
Decision time. No regrets. Time to go big or go home. After a few moments, she made her decision. “Strip. Show me.”
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