Free Love's Choice by Renee Jordan Page A

first time in this place. “This world is just some...terrible, frozen version of ours.”
    “We need to get you dry,” he growled. “Figuring out the rules of this place can wait.”
    The stairs creaked beneath him. I couldn't help smiling.
    “What?” Magnus asked.
    “Nothing,” I giggled. “But, well, it's kinda like...you're carrying me across the threshold.”
    A grin split his lips. “Thinking of marriage already?”
    My cheeks warmed. “No, but...” This was romantic. He fought that monster for me, became that sexy wolf, and now was carrying me out of the danger upstairs. Heat flushed through me.
    Impulsively, I leaned up and kissed him on the lips.
    It differed from our last kiss. He wasn't dead. I wasn't sobbing my heart out. There was no coppery blood, only the strong taste of him. His arms tightened about me. His lips worked against mine. I clung to his neck, my eyes closing as I savored the kiss.
    My heart raced. The heat built between my thighs. I squirmed in his arms. The battle with the monster had been exciting. I felt so alive. And it still beat through me. I was full of this energy that needed releasing. Kissing Magnus was a great start.
    “My beauty,” Magnus grinned when we broke the kiss.
    “You were sexy as a wolf,” I purred. I stroked his chest with my left hand as he rushed up the stairs. “You were sexy the entire time. When I was clinging to your back as we raced through the streets, despite the monster chasing me, I enjoyed hugging your broad back. It was like the night we met.”
    Memory of that passionate night warmed me.
    We reached the top of the stairs and he threw open the first door we came to, revealing the master bedroom. A cream comforter covered a king-sized bed, the frame made of dark-stained wood, which dominated the center of the room. A matching dresser and makeup table lined the walls besides the louvered doors of a closet.
    “Watching you stand with that flaming sword facing the monster was amazing,” he growled, setting me down on my feet. “You were beautiful and powerful. A warrior. My Valkyrie with a sword of fire, burning with all her passion. You were fearless.” He grinned. “You were the Warrior-Queen Boudica facing the Romans unafraid.”
    I had no idea who Boudica was, but his words stirred me. His blue eyes shone with passion. “And you were...” I struggled to find a comparison. Jacob, from Twilight? No, that was insulting to this strong man. “I don't know. Amazing. Powerful. Strong. Wonderful, Magnus. You were wonderful.”
    His hands grabbed the hem of my wet polo shirt, ripping it off my body. My white bra was also soaked, my breasts bleeding through the material, my nipples dark shadows. His hand slid up my stomach to my breasts, gripping them through the material as he seized my lips in another kiss.
    My body quivered. His kisses sent such waves of fire burning through my body. My hands found his hard, rippling stomach. I slid higher, dipping beneath his leather vest to caress his strength. I pushed the vest off as we kissed, my fingers tracing down his arms and back up to his neck. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.
    His fingers were deft. My bra came undone. He had a lot of practice at that.
    Magnus pulled my bra off of my shoulders and down my arms. My naked breasts pressed against his chest. My nipples rubbed on his pecs. Wonderful tingles shot down between my thighs. I moaned into his kiss, pressing my body against his muscular strength.
    His hands roamed down my body to my wet pants. I kicked off my tennis shoes as he unsnapped my slacks. His strong hands pushed the soaked pants off my hips. They clung to my thighs, not wanting to fall.
    In irritation, I broke the kiss and shoved my pants down my thighs and calves. I peeled them off with my wet socks, throwing them across the bedroom. I rose, my breasts swaying. I was naked save for my panties. They were wet, too, and not just from the melted snow.
    Magnus pushed my wet hair