Tags:
paranormal romance,
alpha hero,
Alpha,
shifter romance,
sheriff,
Forbidden Love,
werewolf romance,
witches and wizards,
bad boy alpha,
witches and spells,
love in the wrong places,
spell gone wrong,
breaking the rules,
werewolves and shifters,
BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance
shield of energy crackled and hummed along the surface of her skin in warning to the danger. Tension wound tight, palpable. “Caden, I want to feel your hands on me,” she reassured him, drawing her magick back in check as she eased closer. If she could just get him to follow her lead, she knew his wolf would calm.
With a slight tilt of her head, she offered a small smile to help ease him. Breathing steadily, she moved in until not even a sliver of cold air could slip between them. Something told her that the power of the moon would overtake him soon and who knew where that would leave them.
Seconds melted into what felt like long minutes.
His chest heaved with every breath, but her words seemed to calm him. Good. She needed to keep him from shifting right here in her shoppe between the erotic sex lotions and wolfsbane.
Caden fell back to rest on his heels. “Harmony, by God woman.” Muscle strained in his neck as he spoke. “You should have a healthier dose of fear.” He shook his head back and let out a growl that reached into her soul. “You need to go. We need to go. I’ll lock you up and there won’t be anything to fear.” As if on cue, another rumbled threat quaked along the floor, this time followed by what sounded like something heavy landing on the roof.
He forced his words past clenched teeth. “Now Harmony.”
The way he uttered her name in such a rough bestial voice had her insides in a messy puddle and no way could her heart hold up against his piercing stare.
She wanted to melt into his embrace. Everything about the man pulled her closer. And wasn’t that a surprise. She craved his touch, wanted to press every inch of her body against his in return, and in the same breath instinct froze her in place, driving fear into her veins, urging her to run the opposite direction. Fucking potion blurred her senses. Deep down she knew he would never hurt her, but his wolf?
She had little experience with many of the otherworldlies. Summer days flew by while she helped her family manage the farm in Savannah. The long hot nights were for learning the art of her magickal heritage by the knee of her mother and aunts.
Winters were spent with her father’s sister here in Sweet Briar learning the art of clairvoyance. She was a book nerd, not the kind of girl that went to parties and had wild kinky sex with über hot shifter guys, despite what her sisters thought. Caden was her first in so many ways.
“Lock me up? Fear?” She cocked a brow and looked into his eyes. “Why? And do you mean fear of you?” Her voice kicked up in surprise.
“Yes and yes, fear of me, woman. You’re my one sin away from hell and I’m about to commit it and damn us both. And we have visitors that don’t exactly like to play nice.”
That had to be a compliment. At least it sounded like one. Kinda.
“Back up, are you sayin’...”
“That I’m holding my wolf back from slamming into you and taking you, claiming you and making you mine. The only thing keeping me in check is the threat flying above.”
Her brows pinched. Goddesses divine, he might be delusional, but damn he made it look sexy and kinky jail sex sounded like a good idea too.
She cocked a brow, opened her mouth but closed it. How exactly did a witch go about confessing to the sheriff he might be enchanted somewhat, with her spell? Maybe she should leave that last part out?
Essentially, she’d served him a joint and now he was high on the job. Her look must have said it all, because despite the torturous expression on his face, Caden smiled and made her heartbeat spike.
“The way you scrunch up your nose when you’re thinking something over is fucking adorable.” Before she could reply, glass rattled and she braced her hand on the shelf to keep what little she could reach from falling to the floor.
Keep from falling... Her eyes widened. “Oh, damn...” Harmony pushed to her feet, stepped over the fallen debris and dived behind the counter. Ash
Eleanor Coerr, Ronald Himler