His Cursed Mate
‘He slipped his hand between my legs. I froze. I was throbbing. What would happen if he touched it?’
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The best thing about wolf shifters is how hot they are… wait, I meant how loyal. I would never see Titus, my wolf shifter best friend as hot, no matter how tight his end is.
When I agree to marry a guy I have only known for two weeks and the whole thing implodes, it’s Titus who pretends to be my gay fiancé so I can save face with my family.
But could us sharing a bed night after night on a trip home change things between my straight best friend and me? What about discovering my family’s secret? Or is it a curse?
Maybe there’s a reason I’m drawn to shifters, and why my ex won’t leave me alone. Can my wolfie best friend protect me from all of this? I’ll sleep pressed against his rippling half-naked body as many times as it takes to find out.
‘His Cursed Mate’ is a steamy MM wolf shifter romance with crackling tension, humor, and enough spicy sizzle to leave you satisfied at its HEA ending.
“Roll over,” he said ordering me onto my stomach.
I complied.
“What are you doing?” I asked open to anything.
“I’m gonna give you a massage.”
“Yes, please,” I said with a smile.
With my head turned to the side, I watched as Titus climbed on top of me. He sat on my butt and pushed his large hands across my back. His two hands spanned the whole thing at once. I felt small in his grasp. The feeling took my breath away.
“How’s that?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I chirped terrified he would. “No,” I repeated calmer. “It feels good.”
Titus’s fingertips pushed into my muscles relaxing them. My thoughts swirled bathed in the sensation.
Losing myself, I felt his hands find the bottom of my shirt. His fingers touched my flesh. It was electric. I struggled to breathe.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Don’t stop,” I begged.
He didn’t. Pushing his hand up my back, he lifted my shirt higher and higher.
“Don’t stop,” I repeated.
When my shirt pressed against my neck, he pulled them off of me. With his hands sliding against the back of my arms, he leaned down and kissed my back.
His was a trail of kisses. Each delicate and seductive.
Finding the canal of muscle down my spine, his lips entered. Spilling onto my lower back, they slowly climbed the gentle slope towards my cheeks.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked breathlessly.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I said offering him the final permission he would need before I lifted my hips and he reached under me unbuttoning my pants.
I was aroused, very aroused. His hand discovered it. As he caressed my bulge through the cloth, I didn’t know what to do. I was about to pull away when I heard a growl. I had never heard Titus do it before but my wolf shifter best friend was growling at me. The thunderous rumble took my breath away.
