Bonus Excerpt: Undertow by Moira Rogers

Posted October 8, 2010 by Holly in Promotions | 0 Comments

Check it out, we have an extra excerpt of Undertow by Moira Rogers. This one is spicy…

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Shifting back to his human form too soon would leave him feral and edgy, but staying a wolf too long would exhaust her. After a few hours, Victor began to herd her back in the direction of the cabin, willing to deal with his own discomfort to spare hers.

   She caught on, but stopped short with a yip, and he had to nudge her on before she moved again. She paused again as soon as they cleared the trees by the cabin, watching him carefully.

   He huffed and nipped at her flank, and she danced away and bounded to the door. He’d propped it open before shifting, so she had only to push it wide and run inside.

   Magic rippled through the air as he ran in, and he found her already kneeling by the banked fire, her pale skin glinting in the dim light. “We’ll have to stir this up.”

   Victor nudged the door shut and let her see to the fire. She had the advantage now. Freed from the call of the moon, she wouldn’t fall victim to it again unless fear or pain brought the wolf to the surface.

   He had a harder battle to fight. The moon hung heavy overhead and dug claws deep into his soul. The wolf struggled, demanding another chance to run and revel, to be free and wild.

   Long minutes passed before he knelt trembling on the floor, sides heaving with rough pants.

   “You didn’t have to come back in,” she murmured. “You could stay out. I’ll be fine.”

   “So will I.” Eventually. “I wanted to come with you.”

   The flames jumped and crackled as the fresh logs caught, and Simone stood slowly. “Can I help?”

   She was naked. Beautiful. His to take. Even with pain lingering in his body, his cock stiffened. “That depends. Do you still want me?”

   She tilted her head, and a coppery curl fell over her cheek. “I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want you.”

   The answer was everything he needed. He rocked to his feet and crossed the space between them, stopping a foot away to admire the wicked curves of her body. Full breasts, flared hips, soft, pale skin… “You’re so beautiful.”

   She closed some of the distance, her fingertips skimming his arms as her gaze drifted down his body. “So are you.”

   He had to make it worth the wait. He had to make up for every moment of pain he’d caused her, erase it all and leave pleasure in its place. The bed was close enough to the fire to benefit from its warmth, so he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the rumpled blankets.

   When he laid her on the bed, Simone bit her lip and held out her arms. “Seems silly to be nervous, but I am.”

   Victor had no idea if Simone had taken a lover after Edwin, and had no intention of bringing the bastard up now. Instead he slid onto the bed, into her arms, and kissed her softly. “Nothing to be nervous about, darling.”

   “It’s easy for you.” She wrapped her hands around him and pulled him closer. “Every time you kiss me, I turn to mush.”

   “Just because I’m getting harder instead of softer doesn’t mean you’re not turning me to mush.”

   Some of the nervousness faded from her smile, and she teased one hand down his side. “An interesting point. One I’ll have to bear in mind.”

   He would kiss her first, he decided. Kiss her until she’d forgotten what nerves were, then trace every inch of her with his tongue. She deserved a slow seduction. Worship. He’d claim her by pleasing her.

   Her mouth opened under his, soft and needy, and she made quiet noises of pleasure. Before long, her body arched to his, hot and seeking.

   The feel of her soft skin under his fingers drove him half-mad. He spread his fingers wide on her abdomen, sweeping his thumb up and down until she nipped at his chin, then gave in and swept his hand up to cup her breast.

   Her gasp echoed in the quiet of the room as her nipple hardened under his palm. “Yes.”

   “You like this?” He teased his thumb over her nipple and delighted in the play of pleasure across her face. “Would you like my tongue? My teeth?”

   Her breath caught, and she slipped her own hand to her other breast and echoed his movements. “Both.”

   So he gave her both, teasing licks giving way to soft nips as his fingers traced her hip and her waist and the soft curve of her belly—anywhere but the beckoning heat between her thighs.

   As Simone’s pleasure grew, so did her confidence. She smiled wickedly and rubbed her thigh against his erection. “Can I touch you?”

   He couldn’t deny her anything with that light filling her eyes. “Any damn place you want.”

   Her hand skimmed his stomach and his hip. “Here?”

   If she wrapped her fingers around his dick, he’d explode. It might be worth it. “Anywhere.”

   “Anywhere,” she echoed softly, the back of her hand grazing his hard flesh. “It’s been a long time, Victor.”

   An answer to the question he hadn’t asked, and all the more reason to take things slowly. She’d tamed the feral edge of the wolf with her first hesitant smile, and it made it easy to roll onto his back. He tugged at her hand, pulling it up against his chest. “All the time in the world to get it right.”

   She sat up, kneeling over his thigh. “You won’t hurt me.”

   The fact that it was almost a question made him want to hurt someone, but he refused to bring anger to bed with them, no matter its object. “Not in a thousand years.”

   Simone released a soft breath, one he doubted she knew she’d been holding, and bent over him until her lips met his bare shoulder.

   It felt good—it felt fucking fantastic, but lying passively was its own sort of torture. He let himself thread his fingers loosely through her hair but didn’t try to guide her. Instead he channeled the need trembling inside him into words. “I’m going to spend hours touching you. So many places I want to kiss.”

   “Here?” She kissed the center of his chest, then lower. “Or here?”

   He tightened his fingers in her hair and lifted her head, giving her a deadly serious look. “I’ll let you lick my cock like an ice cream cone if that’s what you want, but you look me in the eye first and tell me you want to.”

   Again, that gentle smile. “I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to, but I do. I want to taste you.”

   Christ, he really was going to come like an overeager boy. And he didn’t care, as long as she let him keep touching her. “Do I get to return the favor?”

   She laughed and nibbled at his stomach. “Absolutely.”

   He was tempted—more than tempted—to drag her hips around and show her just what he could do with his tongue. Let her ride his mouth while she went down on him, see who lost it first. Tempting—but he didn’t want any distractions when he made her come the first time. Not for him, and not for her.

   Simone stroked his cock, lightly at first and then harder, her eyes locked with his. “I like the way you look at me.”

   “How am I looking at you?” It came out as a growl, but she didn’t seem to mind.

   “As if there’s no doubt at all,” she whispered. “Like you want me.” She touched her tongue to the head of his cock, licking delicately.

   No power in hell or on earth could have kept his hips from jerking up toward the heat of her mouth. “Like I’m imagining how good you’ll look riding me?”

   Her blue eyes darkened with passion. “Like you can’t wait to sink into me.”

   “I can’t.” Victor drove his teeth into his lower lip to keep rougher words from tumbling out. He wanted to fuck her with his tongue until she was limp and trembling. Slide into her cunt before she finished coming. Watch her face when she realized she was his.