Free Stone Solitude by A.C. Warneke

the sensitive bundle of nerves that was screaming for release.
    With shaking hands, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the plain white bra beneath. Since the bra hooked in the back, she simply pulled the cups down and sucked in a breath as the warm air caressed her naked skin. His breath was even more ragged as he ordered, “Touch them, my little flower. Twist your nipples with your fingers. Make them ache.”
    Reluctantly, she ran her hands over her unbearably sensitive breasts wishing she could see his face, his expression. Swallowing down her nerves, she grabbed her nipples between her forefingers and her thumbs, gently tugging at them until she felt it deep within her belly. “Harder, Daisy.”
    Pleasure was flooding her body and she knew if she did as he ordered, she would shatter. Licking her lips, trying to imagine his eyes heavy with desire as he watched her, she twisted her nipples and let out a soft cry as pain surged from her breasts to her pussy. She let out another cry as Roman pressed down against her clit and she came apart.
    As soon as she recovered, she remembered they were sitting in a public library and anyone could have walked in on them. They could have seen her hands on her breasts, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and embarrassment replaced the pleasure that had been floating in her body. Stiffening, she straightened out her clothes and stood up. Unable to think of anything to say, she gathered up her books and fled, ignoring Roman as he called out after her.
    She’d see him again someday. She just hoped she had her nerves and her lust back under control.

Chapter 4
     

     
    Sunday afternoon, Daisy tried to covertly study her mom as they sat beneath the sun but she feared she wasn’t being very sneaky since Lexi had a slight smile on her face. Her mom was working on her next book while her siblings, from the three-year-old to her twin Dominic, were building a fort in the woods. Daisy had been out there helping them when she offered to go in and get drinks for everyone. Since the kitchen was on the back of the house, she had to walk past the deck and that’s when she saw her mom outside working. Instead of working, however, her mom was staring off into space with a languid smile on her face. Daisy figured her brothers and sisters could wait a few minutes longer while she talked to their mom.
    With a million watt smile and an absolute joy of life, Lexi was beautiful and could have enjoyed wild success in anything she put her mind to, in either the human world or the supernatural world. Hell, Daisy was certain her mom could have taken over the world on sheer charm alone. Instead, her mom was blissfully happy writing whenever she had the chance and helping her husband run his empire.
    After the Rapture, her dad consolidated most of his businesses to keep his packs safe, since he was Alpha of a pack of ragtag wolves and Alpha-prime of the affluent pack of his father’s. Now, her parents owned the most popular shifter bar in the Midwest, a bar where wolves discussed everything from politics to the future of their packs. Both of them took on so many responsibilities to ensure the welfare of the pack that it was no surprise to Daisy that her parents were leaders amongst the wolves. Fertility was highly prized amongst wolves and her parents were prodigiously fertile.
    “Mom?” Daisy blurted into the open. When her mom looked at her with her warm, sparkling eyes, she hesitated a moment before speaking, not wanting to come right out and speak of her fears. Instead, she asked something that she had always been curious about. “Before dad, you used to dress up in the most outlandish outfits. You used to wear more glitter on your face than was probably wise. You lived out loud and then you got married and had kids and became….”
    “Boring?” Lexi asked with amusement in her voice.
    “Not exactly,” Daisy protested before she frowned. Looking at her mother, picturing the girl who used to wear