Free Werewolf in Denver by Vicki Lewis Thompson

“You’re torturing me.”
    “Maybe so, but according to you, postponing sex makes it sweeter when you finally have it.”
    “Aye! But that’s why we should—”
    “Draw out the suspense even more? I completely agree. The rewards will be even greater, assuming we gettogether in the end.” Kate stood. “I’m going to grab some of that wood from the back porch so we can build a fire.”
    Duncan pushed back his chair. With the frustration rolling through him, he could probably light it with the tip of his finger.

Chapter 5
Sniffer Update: @newshound— Cabin score: Kate leads Duncan 2–1 in zinger Sniffs. Woofers bet on Duncan. Howlers cheer Kate. #winnertakesall
    Kate longed to succumb to Duncan’s charms more than he would ever know, but no self-respecting female Were would give in that fast, especially knowing that Duncan was used to easy conquests. If she wanted to stand out in his mind, and no matter how this turned out, she wanted that much notoriety, then she couldn’t make a seduction easy for him.
    She reserved the right not to give in at all, in fact. Whether she was strong enough to resist his virile Were self was another matter. She’d take it one supercharged moment at a time.
    He insisted on helping her bring in the wood from the back porch. They both put their shoes and snow gear back on. The door leading to the porch opened off the bedroom, and they had to turn on a light in there to keep from stumbling against the furniture. Kate had expectedthe bedroom decor to be similar to the rest of the cabin—tasteful with a Western motif.
    She hadn’t been prepared for a setup that bordered on sinful decadence. Edith could have at least hinted that the bedroom was a tad…erotic. She might have mentioned that the canopy bed was draped in red velvet curtains tied back with gold cords and fancy tassels.
    Oh, and she could have made a casual reference to the zillion pillows stacked against the headboard in a manner that made Kate want to dive in, scatter the pillows, and roll around on the fluffy gold comforter, preferably with a certain sexy Scottish Were.
    Full disclosure on Edith’s part would have included the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling that cast rainbows throughout the room, and the thick pile of the fake-fur rug at the foot of the bed, which would also make a nice landing area for a coupling couple. Kate was convinced that she didn’t know the Stewarts at all. In fact, she’d never look at Bob and Edith quite the same way again.
    “Now, there’s a bed that belongs in a castle.” Duncan paused beside it and leaned under the canopy as if to check out the interior. Then he let out a low whistle. “ That’s certainly a nice feature.”
    “What?” Kate poked her head in from the opposite side and her furry hat brushed against the curtains. “You mean the rosy glow?”
    “Look up.”
    She did, and there they were, both rosy, and both reflected in a gilt-edged mirror framed by the top rails of the canopy. Her breath caught. Now she might not be able to face Bob and Edith at all. And they’d always seemed so…stodgy.
    She cleared her throat. “I don’t know what to say.”
    “I’ve already had my say, and this bonnie bed adds an exclamation mark to the end of my statement. Ever watched yourself in a mirror, lass?”
    “No, can’t say that I have. But I’m assuming you’ve tried it.”
    “Sadly, I have not.”
    She expected him to add that here was another opportunity that might never come again, but he didn’t. He probably knew that she was already thinking it and didn’t need to be reminded. His silence on the matter was more potent than if he’d carried on about having sex beneath a mirror.
    She ducked out again and pulled on her gloves. “Let’s get the wood.” Turning up the collar of her red leather coat, she walked over to the back door and unlocked it. When she opened it, the wind tore it from her grasp. If Duncan hadn’t rushed over to block the swinging