Free Howling Passion (Paranormal Alpha Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Joanna Wilson

 
    Howling Passion
     
    I was mesmerized.  The naked flame danced under my quickening breath, and licked at the primitive centers of my brain.  My instincts were well and truly in control.
     
    Fighting them as best I could, the tiny, silver pot, etched with ancient Iroquois symbols, grew unnaturally hot against the pads of my thumb and forefinger.  Warmed by the candle beneath it, the versipelli salve inside began to soften.  But nowhere near quickly enough.
     
    The white noise of the bath tub filling behind me slowly gave way to the relentless pounding of my heartbeat.  I swallowed down the sickening heat that was radiating from deep down in the pit of my stomach, and pressed my thighs together to try and crush the burning ache in my loins.
     
    Of all the times for me to come into season, why did it have to be tonight?
     
    After much too long, the last globular hint of white in the pot melted into a thick, translucent liquid.  I sighed with relief, pouring the salve into the rising water in an elongated figure eight.  Turning off the faucet, I stirred it through with my hand, immediately feeling the tingle of the salve on my skin.  I shrugged off my robe, letting it fall in a puddle on the checked tiles, and stepped into the claw foot tub
     
    I lowered myself into the steaming water--hips squeaking noisily against the wet porcelain on both sides--until I molded to the bottom of the tub.  Even though I was mercifully alone, the embarrassment still flushed my cheeks.  I hated this body so much.
     
    I slid down, dipping my head back and submerging myself entirely beneath the water.  It was a futile attempt to cleanse my shame.  When I resurfaced, I brushed my long, black hair back over my shoulders, the hot water removing most of its curl.  My skin prickled all over from the versipelli.  It distracted me from the throb in my pussy, but not yet dulling the ache.  I lay back, resting my head on a folded facecloth on the edge of the tub, and closed my eyes, waiting for the salve to bring me some relief.
     
    Attuned to my body, the sting of the vapor in my nostrils and lungs deepened with every breath I took.  The tingle on my skin was strongest on my lips, nipples, and between my legs.  It was almost unbearable.  As I concentrated on the drum beat of my heart, I became aware of my hands moving of their own accord on my thighs.
     
    I was caressing my smooth skin in slow, lazy circles, moving down the outside toward my knees, then back up my inner thighs until my thumbs trailed in the soft crease at the top of my legs.  With each lap, my fingers roamed closer to my sex, kneading my flesh as I went.  But I resisted the temptation to touch myself, instead sliding my hands up over my round belly, hugging myself tightly.
     
    My forearms lifted my heavy breasts, my nipples breaking the surface of the water.  The sensation of the cool air caused them to harden into puckered little points.  Instantly, my pussy heaved with wanton desire.  I was losing the battle.
     
    Releasing my embrace, I uncrossed my arms and cupped my breasts.  I lifted and lowered each swollen globe, exposing and submerging my engorged nipples one after the other.  The contrast between the warm water and cool air fuelled my lust.  It wasn’t long before I started adding my gentle, deliberate breaths to the sensation.  I licked my lips, tasting the sour versipelli and spreading the prickling potion in my mouth. 
     
    Through heavy lashes, my nipples looked so good.  At least I had great tits, I thought.  I heaved up my right breast and flicked the tip of my tongue across the horny, pink stem.  The jolt was electric, twitching all the way down to my pussy.  Licking at my other nub, I took it between my lips and sucked.  It was so deliciously indulgent.
     
    I passed my right hand down over the soft swell of my tummy to the short curls of my pubic hair.  Burrowing my fingers between the softness of my thighs, I felt for my