Magic Whisper

"Aren't you going to get dressed?" I asked him in disbelief.
"I wanted to let you enjoy the view some more, plus, I don't really mind."
Is he making fun of me? This jerk!
"No need to get worked up, it's the bond, you just can't help it," he says, in an annoyingly condescending way.
"There is no bond, because I am..."
"Human, I know, you said that already. "
He lifts me to sit on his lap, and brings my palm to his lips, where he starts placing feathery kisses. Then, he takes the tip of my index finger into his mouth and sucks it teasingly.
I feel my cheeks become a redder shade of flustered.
He pulls my fingertip gently out of his mouth, a satisfied look on his handsome face, and tells me cockily, “Tell me, if you are not my mate, why haven’t you pulled away?”


Hazel is a normal human girl, who works hard to become an excellent interior designer. But in a world where werewolves are respected, she has been oppressed and bullied.
Unexpectedly, she discovers that she was the fated mate of the alpha. At the same time, she is a special werewolf who was blessed with incredible powers by the Moon Goddess.
Faced with the werewolves' covetousness for her power. Will she accept love and resolve the crisis together with her mate?

“Hey, here I am soothing you because you had a bad dream, and you go all meany kitten on me. That’s not fair. And, by the way, we both know that dream has very little to do with your powers and much to do with the Mission Impossible marathon you had going on yesterday evening. It took me ages to get to sleep with all the noise from the movie. And werewolves are much cooler than that secret agent impostor.”
He's cute when he gets all worked up, I can’t help teasing him a little more.
“True, but the tailored black suit and the motorcycle, they are kind of sexy, don’t you think?” I ask innocently.
“I wear suits every day, and I can ride a motorbike too!” he protests indignantly.
“Can you? And what else can werewolves do?” I ask enticingly, moving into a straddling position, and caressing his firm chest with my fingers.
His expression turns somber, and his strong hands grip my wrists.
“Were you leading me on on purpose, weren’t you?”
“I was,” I confess, with a small laugh.
“Then I’ll show you what else werewolves can do!”
In a heartbeat he has me flipped on my back on the bed, his big frame hovering over mine; his glowing blue eyes want to devour me, and I immediately feel that thrill of fear and excitement that always preludes our intimate encounters.
“Show me what you can do, Wolfie,” I tease again, and again he doesn’t disappoint me.