Page 15 of A Shifter Disaster Thanksgiving

“Oh, my God,” she whispered.

He was aroused. Asleep, but very, very aroused. And Diane could feel the pool gathering between her thighs. How long had it been since she’d last felt like this? It seemed like forever. Diane was half grateful, half dismayed that they both still had their clothes on. Otherwise, their morning might have gotten an intense start.

Sylvester kneaded her breast again, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. Her nipples sprang to attention, poking through her sweater. The urge to reach between them and touch him came over her suddenly, and it took nearly all of her willpower to keep from giving in to the sudden tidal wave of lust. His entire body was hard against hers. She balled her fists, feeling herself growing wetter by the second and unable to do a thing to stop it.

“Sylvester,” she muttered. “Sylvester, wake up.”

He grunted in his sleep, but that was all the response she got. Diane swallowed. He was still pulsating against her. If he kept this up, she was bound to lose her sanity.

“Sylvester, please!” she said a little louder.

He stiffened for a second, and she knew he was conscious but was saying nothing. and then his breath caressed her neck again.

“What’s the problem?” he asked her. His voice came out as a husky, erotic whisper that struck at her resistance in a desperate attempt to tear it down.

“You…” she said tentatively. “You have your arm around me.”

“You are my wife.” He gave her breast another squeeze. “It is not wrong.”

“Oh, fuck me,” she muttered. If he could have seen her face, he probably would have laughed. She was certain she resembled a tomato about to explode.

“I could do that,” she heard him say. “Right now. You feel… warm.”

Diane doubted that had anything to do with the sweater she had on. The things he was doing to her were more to blame. He brushed his thumb lazily across her nipple, and she gasped again.

“We shouldn’t do this.” She forced herself to say. “I’ve only been your wife for one day. Quinta told me you’ve never been married before.”

“But this will not be my first time making love to a woman. I can show you things many wives would only dream of.”

Okay, that did it! Before she could melt on the spot, she strained against him, extricating herself from his grasp, and sprang out of the bed, standing clear of him as she tried to steady her racing heart.

“We’re supposed to meet your brother today,” she said. “Remember?”

Sylvester, who had been smiling, suddenly scowled. “I remember. We’ll go and see him this morning.”

“Right.” She took another step backward, arms folded across her diamond-hard nipples, grateful for the diversion. “Is there any food we can eat or I could cook something. Where’s the kitchen?”

The smile was back in the blink of an eye. “You cook? I picked a good woman after all.”

Diane frowned at him. “That’s not a very nice thing to say.”

He gave a throaty laugh. “It was a joke.”

“You’re not very good with humor, are you?”

“Ah.” He got up and, before she could move away, closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds. “I excel at a lot of other things.”

Diane gulped. “I bet you do.” She nearly bit her tongue as the words came bursting out. Why had she said that? “Look, let’s just get ready, okay? Show me the ropes.”

For a second, desire flickered in his eyes, and her knees nearly buckled beneath her. “Of course.”

And he obliged. Minutes later, they were standing in his tiny kitchen, which Diane thought passed for a pantry except for the small corner where what looked like a miniature furnace sat, its chimney stretching up through the ceiling. Diane wondered if all the other cabins in the village were like this. Before she could ask whether it wouldn’t be easier to just cook over the furnace in the living room, he turned and walked out of the sight.

Diane sighed. It wasn’t so terrible being here after all, she decided. At least, not so far. Shewasstuck on this mountain as far as she knew, with no technology, no internet, no way to get back to the world she’d come from, not to mention she was apparently surrounded by magic.

She felt like Alice, taking a one-way trip to Wonderland if Wonderland was a freezing mountain crawling with dragons, strange people, and God knows what else.

She was still having trouble coming to terms with the fact that this was her new reality. But she had already lived with her world being turned upside down when Walter died. Somehow, she’d managed to accept it and move on. Now it was happening again, except for the fact that she’d been reminded a dozen times in the past day that she wouldn’t survive on this mountain on her own. Her life was pretty much in the hands of the people of this village, particularly the dragon shifter who had just made her his wife.

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