Curve Charm (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF

locked on her pearl white teeth, the scarlet tongue and that sweet pink pucker that was as pale as the lips he’d licked and sucked a few minutes before.
    "Now," Esme pleaded, her hips rotating to pull him a little deeper inside.
    "Not--" Dana came with a harsh moan, his mouth buried against Esme's throat. He pulled back as far as the knot would allow, her nails dragging along his flesh. He slammed forward, his cock pulsing, her sheath squeezing and jerking relentlessly along his length, delivering ecstasy from base to tip.
    The last pulse of cum left him. He nestled closer to Esme, his lips against her throat as his tongue sampled the salt of her smooth skin. Feeling himself slowly deflate, he remembered to breathe again.
    Shifting his weight, Dana tried to wrap his arms around her. She pushed at him, wiggling and shoving until she was free. She whipped the robe around her body, tying the sash in place as she quickly stepped to the window and slammed her palm against the glass to signal Camille that it was over.
    "Esme."
    She could hear the confusion in his voice. Confusion and pain. She wanted to wrap her arms around her head to muffle the sound, but forced her hands down to her sides. "Nothing changed," she told him. "I don't want to see you ever again. All you have to offer me is your absence."
    "Ems--"
    "Go now, or I will -- away from the clan, any clan or shifter!"
    Eyes corkscrewed shut, Esme listened to Dana pull on his clothes and leave, not another word spoken. Camille entered a few minutes later to strip the linen from the bed, her attempts to draw Esme from the window ignored until she gave up and left.
    Another hour passed with Esme staring out the window, her gaze on the stars in search of some elusive meaning to the night's events. She couldn't know how many female shifters had prostrated themselves before their mates, their wombs quickening for the first time as they were mounted. She couldn't know how many children were conceived across the clan as Dana finally surrendered inside her or how, at the exact moment Dana claimed her virginity, a clot lodged itself deep inside Jack Cooper's brain and started growing.
    She couldn't know.
    She sure as hell didn't care.
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    Leah visited Esme the next morning, and the morning after that and all the mornings after that for the three weeks the witch remained cloistered inside her home. Esme allowed only Leah and the sick inside and she left only for emergency healings. Even Jack Cooper had hauled his annoyed ass to her doorstep for a headache Camille couldn’t cure.
    At the end of the third week, Leah followed her morning visit with one in the evening. She carried a binder of fabric tucked under one arm. Her green eyes twinkled, her whole body glowing.
    Closing the door behind Leah, Esme tossed a dishtowel over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at the fledgling witch. She headed back toward the kitchen to put some water on for tea.
    "What's got you over the moon?" She turned to the sink in time to see Leah lift her shoulders.
    "Oh, you know."
    Even with the ten feet of distance between them, Esme detected the blush of a lie across her friend's creamy cheeks. She quirked a brow up, her gaze narrowing just so she could watch Leah squirm with guilt. "Am I going to have to put a truth spell on you?"
    Another blush, hotter than the first, and Leah swiveled in her chair. Shaking her head, she opened the sample book. "You're going to finish making me my tea, witch, and then help me decide on colors for the nursery."
    Esme snorted. "Brown, green and...oh, yeah, more brown."
    A scowl marred Leah's pretty face. "It's not going to look like a hole in ground!"
    "They're very instinctual at that age." Esme cautioned. "I remember Tala's mother trying a traditional human nursery. Camille's ears are still ringing from trying to cure that case of colic. Ended the day the den was restored."
    "But, it doesn't mean the room has to be ugly." Bringing the tea tray over to the kitchen