Free Imprisoned at Werewolf Keep (Werewolf Keep Trilogy) by Nhys Glover

Jasper's lack of apparel and the missing clothes in the drying room would soon have been connected. And both his reputation and her own would have been permanently besmirched. There were too many acquaintances from London in the hotel for it not to get onto the grapevine.
    'It isn't a matter of trust, I do assure you,' Jasper tried to convince her. 'It is just that the truth...is not palatable to a young lady such as yourself. It is for your protection we keep our secrets.'
    'Phil is a young lady too, but she is not thought to be too fragile to know this unpalatable secret.' She knew she sounded like a spoiled child, the absolute opposite impression she wanted to make on the man before her. But she couldn't help feeling hurt.
    'Phil is the heiress to the Keep. And her father kept the secret of it from her for ten years , to protect her. I think there are times when she wishes she never heard of Breckenhill Keep...'
    He was lost in thought for several long moments . Although she couldn’t possible know what troubled him, the depth of his distress concerned her greatly. Fidelia reached across the distance between them and touched his arm in comfort.
    It was enough. Suddenly he was drawing her back into his arms and covering her mouth with desperate kisses. Like a drowning man clinging to a raft, he held her. And she revelled in it. Whatever the terrible mystery that this man was party to, he needed her. It was in every look and every touch he gave her. Somehow , she would help him because she could sense that no one else could.
    The kis ses became more frenzied and Fidelia fought for breath. The tightly tied stays were making it impossible to draw in sufficient air. The crazy thought entered her head that she wanted them gone, wanted everything gone that stood between her and this magnificent man. Yet that was so inappropriate, just as their behaviour now was. What had come over her?
    But whatever it was, she wanted it to go on. This man made her feel truly alive for the first time in her life. When she was with him , her pastel world seemed bright with impossible hues and smelled of a richness that made her mouth water. She was not just hungry, she was ravenous for it all.
    In this moment, she smelled lemon scented furniture polish, the soap that had so recently been used on his clothing, the slight mustiness of a closed up room, wood burning in the fireplace, and most powerful of al l, the heady scent of this male, wild and earthy. And she wanted to taste him with her tongue, wanted to draw his scent deep inside her.
    But the deeper she breathed him in , the more painful it became. The stays were strangling her. She started to pull off her coat as the kisses continued. Sensing what she was about, Jasper began to aid her; stripping coat and dress from her feverishly, then turning her around to loosen the ties of the corset. When she could breathe again, she felt the exhilaration of it. To stand before a man in her underclothes, free of restraint, free to be.
    Jasper drew her small breasts up from under the cotton chemise and lavished them with kisses. He drew the straps down from her shoulders and stroked the soft skin of her neck and shoulders with his cheeks. The sharp rasp of unshaved beard felt delightfully painful and she groaned, wanting more.
    Fidelia buried her hands in his long fair hair, golden where hers was ash, and it slipped through her fingers like silk. She had never done such a thing before, never touched a man in such a personal way before. The colours danced before her eyes, intense and sensually evocative. Her heartbeat raced and the sound was deafening, even as she heard every tortured breath the man who held her drew.
    This was Grand Passion. This was what she had always wanted to experie nce and never thought she would. Never thought she was capable of experiencing. But Jasper was making her only too aware that there was a wildness within her, too; a wildness that was threatening to take her over. And