“But there was no way I was going to allow you to give up the Pack.”
“Belle.”
“Rick.”
He sighed roughly. “How did you know you’d win?”
“I had a little chat with Jamie before the surgery. He assured me the change itself would be painful, but doable. And, may I say, his new nickname should be Captain Understatement? I thought he meant toothache pain, not tits in a meat grinder pain.”
“You realize you’re not helping, right?”
She looked up at him through her lashes. She kept her fingers moving through his chest hairs, trying to soothe her grumpy Wolf. “It dulled down to an ache once I was done, so he was right about that. After that, it was pretty easy.”
“Easy.”
“Yup.”
He sucked in a deep breath as her fingers wandered over to his nipple and plucked.
“You know what?”
“What, my Luna?”
She looked up from under her lashes again. “There are a whole lot of positions we haven’t tried yet.”
She bit her lip, knowing he loved it when she played innocent seductress.
His smile was slow and decadent as his eyes shifted over to brown. “So there are, my Luna.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Lots and lots of positions.” He placed her carefully on top of the covers and opened his bedside drawer. He dropped a book onto the bed and flopped down next to her.
She caught a glimpse of the cover and started giggling. “A whole book’s worth.”
She pointed to one of the pictures, still giggling. It showed one man having sex with multiple women.
“No way. Don’t even daydream about it.”
He caressed one of her breasts, a happy sigh leaving his lips just before he kissed her. “Don’t worry, my Luna. You’re more than enough for me.” He nipped at her neck. “One pussy is all I can handle.”
He was up and running before the comment fully registered. “Get back here, Dick!” She climbed out of the bed, reveling in the lack of pain as she chased him into the living room.
He laughed, ducking behind the sofa. “Rick!”
“Not after that comment!”
She chased his laugher all over their apartment. He swore later the only reason she caught him was he was dying to get caught.
About the Author
Dana Marie Bell wrote her first short story when she was thirteen years old. She attended the High School for Creative and Performing Arts for creative writing, where freedom of expression was the order of the day. When her parents moved out of the city and placed her in a Catholic high school for her senior year she tried desperately to get away, but the nuns held fast, and she graduated with honors despite herself.
Dana has lived primarily in the Northeast (Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Delaware, to be precise), with a brief stint on the US Virgin Island of St. Croix. She lives with her soul-mate and husband Dusty, their two maniacal children, an evil ice-cream stealing cat and a bull terrier that thinks it’s a Pekinese.
You can learn more about Dana at:www.danamariebell.com