response as she remembered him taking her. All the thrusts and sucks and nips that had driven her to multiple orgasms crowded her mind before melting and dripping down over her body, hardening her nipples and clit until they throbbed.
Esme stiffened in his embrace, her throat relaxing just enough to bite out a short command. "Let go of me."
"Not until you straighten your legs." His lips whispered along her ear. "I don't want you falling and bruising that sweet ass of mine."
Her heart did a little backflip at his possessive claim. His ass -- his everything given the way her body reacted right then. Muscles she'd tried to ignore for almost a month started to flex and roll. Her eyelids became too heavy to keep open. Not a limb or nerve responded to her command.
Until he kissed her ear and her legs snapped straight. Her body surged up, the hard upward brush of her ass tearing a moan from Dana's throat.
"Fine, I'm standing. Let go!"
"Mm-hmm." His hands released Esme with a slow slide across her body as they traveled in opposite directions, his fingers splayed for maximum contact.
Trying to ignore him, she bent down and salvaged what she could of the paint cups. Moving a few more feet down the wall, she started a fresh circle, a calming chant running through her mind. A growl shattered any chance of her reaching a calmed state. It was one of those ass-up, belly-down growls Dana made, her pussy instantly flooding in response.
Her brush hand shaking wildly, she glared over her shoulder at him and prayed he wouldn't growl like that again. "Why the fuck are you even here?"
Dana stepped closer, his gaze slitting as a wolfish grin curled along the right side of his face. He scented her, nostrils wide as he breathed. Seeing the rapid dilation of his pupils, she knew her arousal had been exposed. He stepped a little closer, his attention locked on Esme's heaving breasts as she bordered on hyperventilating.
"Leah needed some supplies dropped off."
Damn it! Esme cursed inside her head, trying hard to be mad at Leah, who knew exactly how Esme was spending her afternoon before the shower started. The little witch was only doing what a female pack alpha would do -- sticking her snout where it didn't belong. That instinct would be even stronger in Leah now that she was heading into the den phase of her pregnancy. She needed everyone happy before her cub came into the world.
Trying to be angry with her bestie was futile. Dana on the other hand -- he made her wish witches really could turn people into frogs! She’d be dining on turtle soup and frog legs if that were true.
Turning back to the charm she had been painting, Esme gave a dismissive shrug. "Drop them and go."
His arm brushed her shoulder as he planted one palm alongside her. His other hand took the tray with its brushes and paint away and tossed it down on the table to her right. Dana's chest pushed lightly against her back, her spine stiffening in response.
She turned, forcing her hands between them as a wedge. "Back off!"
His lips parted and a long, rumbling growl -- that growl -- teased its way across his tongue to dance and lick all along her body. His other hand came up, caging her between his arms. "We're not over."
Leaning in, he let his weight push her until she was flush against the wall and staring helplessly up into the red-gold glow of his eyes. A shift of his hips and she could feel his erection rubbing against the bottom swell of her stomach.
Esme took a hard breath in and held it. His head dipped closer and she knew he meant to claim her mouth with a kiss. She tried to turn her head, but he captured the bottom curve of her jaw in a gentle caress.
"You're mine." He kissed the side of her mouth, rubbed his rough cheek against her smoother one. "You know it."
His hand left her face to glide down to her breast. Her traitorous body pushed against his palm, begging him for a squeeze and the warmth of his mouth. "Your whole body knows it, love."
Dana took one