Free The Moonswept Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Emily Stone Page A

crowded floor.
    “Much more pleasant for having met you, my lady,” returned Lord Fitzclarence.  “I have not seen you at one of these things before, how could such a lovely woman have escaped my attention?”  His tone was light and flirtatious and Cassandra found herself blushing deeply at his lovely woman reference.
    “It is my first time out, my lord.  I only came because my friend asked me to come with her.  I haven’t seen her since just after we arrived.  A blonde woman, tall, wearing a green dress.”
    “Please, call me Aidan, Cassandra.  I think I saw a woman of that description out in the gardens before.  She seemed to be having a quiet interesting intercourse with a couple of the young men she was with.”  Aidan did not mention that the young woman in question was on her knees behind the gardener’s shed and the two gentlemen were laughingly filling her painted mouth with their hard cocks as they twisted and fondled her breasts that were bared to the night air.  A line of several other men drinking from a keg of rum that they had purloined seemed intent on ensuring that the young woman’s mouth, and no doubt her other orifices, would be kept well entertained for several more hours yet.
    “Oh, well then as long as she is being entertained.  She was dreadfully afraid that she would be bored.  Michelle tells me that these things can be frightfully dull and she was worried that I would find it so as well, Aidan.”  The pronouncement of his name instead of his title seemed to cause the young woman to blush profusely and Aidan smiled in encouragement at the soft voiced informality.
    “Yes, Cassandra, they can be quite dull.  This is the sixth ball I have been to this season and there are still so many more that one must attend for appearances sake.  Life can be made quite miserable when one is a Lord and single and does not put in an appearance at these dos.  The matrons and widows can be quite insistent in their invites.”  His eyes held a twinkle as he complained his lot that Cassandra found warmed her even more than the feel of his hand on her bare back.
    The music ceased and then began in a more upbeat tempo than the previous slow waltz.  Laughingly she allowed the tall man to sweep her into the dance and found herself pressed hard against him as they jittered and rocked on the now even more crowded floor.  Pressed hard against him she found his broad chest rumbled with laughter as they tried to keep up with the rollicking tune that was probably more suited to sailors jigging than formally dressed couples.  Inadvertently her hand slipped from its precarious position on his hip and slid between their bodies.  Her hand flexed and the bulge she observed earlier seemed to have been covered by her dainty fingers.
    “I am sorry, my lord!” she gasped and quickly retrieved her hand.
    “Not at all, my lady,” he heatedly whispered in her ear as the bodies pressed all around them.  “Your hand was in perfect position.  I regret to say that moving my own to caress the fabulous flesh of your wonderful assets would seem too obvious, even in this crowd.  But pray, do not allow me to stop your exploration.”
    Something in his tone, part playful and part command, made her senses reel and Cassandra found her replacing her hand over the firm bulge that pressed hard against her stomach.  “This is awfully wicked,” she whispered hoarsely.  Her lips and mouth felt suddenly dry though the heat from between her thighs alerted her to the flood of moisture from her sex and a small tremble of her knees.  The bulge she felt in her hand seemed to pulse and her fingers attempted to wrap fully around it.
    “Wicked?  Perhaps,” he replied.  “But it certainly makes the evening less dull, don’t you think?” he teased her as his hand on her back made a sudden dive to her firm buttock and squeezed it hard.
    Her reaction was to squeeze the bulge her hand held in a similar manner and was strangely