Free Coffin Girls (Elegantly Undead: Book 1 of the Coffin Girls Witch Vampire Series) by Aneesa Price

prude,” Anais bit back. Irked by being called a
prude, she kicked all the sheets off and flopped inelegantly onto her stomach.
Completely ignorant of the reaction she was having on Raulf, she briefly
acknowledged that the brew was working; she was glad that she could move around
easier – and the tingles she felt around him were nearly at their normal
elevated levels.
    Lord have mercy, thought Raulf. She was even more perfect
than what he’d imagined. Tantalizing scraps of black lace barely covered her,
making his fingers ache with the desire to rip it off. Inhaling deeply, her
scent hit him; a combination of subtle spice and jasmine. The breath was
supposed to ground him. With that failed attempt, he called on his alpha and
fed off the control it reluctantly offered. The wolf wanted to play with Anais.
    Anais moaned as he began working, kneading at her back.
“That’s bliss. You have magick hands, Raulf.”
    “You say the best things.” His tone was playful but he was
heating up. His wolf howled with need. Gritting his teeth as her skin became
warmer, more pliable he focused on the job at hand; working his way down her
spine to where it met her perfectly shaped rear. Fuck he ached for this woman.
No, don’t think ‘fuck’ he mentally berated.
    Moving down to her feet, he began massaging there, thinking
it safest to move his focus away from more tempting places. It didn’t help. It
just gave him a better view of the rest of her as he worked his way up her
legs. Anais was aroused, he could smell it. The wetness pooling between her
legs assaulted his senses inciting his wolf to howl in frustration. It was
self-inflicted torture but years of repressed lust for her impelled him to continue
touching her. 
    Gently, slowly, he continued the rhythm he set in loosening
her muscles as he made his way up her thighs. The higher he went, the wetter
she got and the more he smelled her desire, increasing his own. When he moved
just past the point of her that was throbbing, he reached out and touched her
perfectly shaped bottom, a hand spanned across each delectable cheek. Anais let
out a moan of pleasure.
    “Magick hands, Raulf.” The words slipped out. One part of
her was screaming against this obvious seduction and another wanted it, ached
for it involuntarily making her push into his large, warm hands.  
    Anais turned around and looked at him with raw lust, her red
eyes telling. Pulling her into his arms, he continued his gentle assault and
kissed her. Soft lips met firm as he drank her in through the kiss, fueling the
passion between them. 
    Anais fell into the moment, ensnared by those kisses. It was
as though her very essence was being drawn into what they were doing.
Instinctively, her arms pulled him closer, crushing her breasts to his chest.
She began to move, rubbing her breasts against him, enjoying the friction of
soft breasts in lace against the hairs covering his chest. The kissed, moved
and sank deeper. 
    Raulf had waited for this moment for longer than was
comfortable, biding his time until she was ready. He hadn’t expected it to be
today but the wait had been worth it. More than worth it - she was magnificent.
She made him ache like no other woman had before.
    “I want you, Anais. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said in
between kisses, hungry, demanding, filled with emotion.
    The spell broke. Sensibility won. “Wait!” She put a hand on
his chest to stop him. “We need to stop.”
    “Why?” he asked looking at her straight in the eye. “I can
smell that you want me, want this.”
    “I know. The scent is all over the place.” Taking a deep
steadying breath, she explained, “I do want you, Raulf but we can’t.”
    The endearment didn’t soften the blow. Dragging his hands
through his hair, he propped against the headboard waiting for the explanation.
“Why?” he repeated.
    Anais was battling the same frustration but she had to do
what was best for them. “I do want you.” She repeated