On this episode of Wild in Bed an excerpt from Firewolf at which shift to
paranormal romance by C. D. Gory Secrets, Magic, Forbidden Passion.
This wolf is breaking all the roles. With her thirtieth birthday fast approaching,
Martina Harper is coming home to celebrate the day she shares with her two sisters.
Little does she know her big brother and his mate have invited the whole
dang town to join in the festivities. Things might have changed with the local
wolf pack, but after spending her entire life hiding what she is from the
very shift as she's eating cake with as Martina more than a little confused.
Is she just supposed to forget about the past? Why were her siblings okay
with this? And who the heck was the hunky guy who kept sniffing her
when she walked past. Could someone explain what the actual heck was going on?
Mitchell Truman is a wolf shift, A comfortable in his own skin,
happy, go lucky, that's his vibe. He had friends, money,
and was always a shoe in with the ladies. But one look at Martina
Harbor and his bachelor days are a thing of the past. He knows she
belongs to him. With his inner bet scratching against his skin, there is
no doubt in his mind the female is his fated mate. There's more than
meets the eye to this fiery wolf. Will Martina brush Mitchell off while they
light fires together? Hi's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed,
your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and finger looking good fantasies.
Now as you know, oh you should know, will probably know. I've
been very busy with the Central Awakening course, so that is being enjoyed,
being enjoyed by the the early listeners. Yes, Sarah, they're having a
lot of fun with that. So that will be available next week. Yes
it will if if you want to intensify your sensual pleasure take it a little
further so on tonight's show, Yes, we have an exer from Firewolf by
CD Gory, the delightful CD Gory. She does these shifter romances so well
if she really does. And you know, over on the app we have
our we have our own very shifter experiential Eurotica. If you've not tried it
then well, I think the reviews speak for themselves. But Last Bites is
a particularly intense shifter experiential eurotica. And if you've never tried experiential eurotica,
why not? What's seriously, this is that perfect blend, the love child
of meditation and erotica, as was said once by another podcaster, So don't
you go forgetting to follow this channel so you don't miss a single, dripping
moment of sensual pleasure. And as you lay back on your bed, just
lip those here butts in mmm, loosen those clothes and just close your pretty
eyes and srander to the pleasure of my voice hmmm, caressing over your body.
When you're ready to submit to desire, just go ahead and take a
nice deep breath and hold it for a moment, and then release it with
a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next
twenty minutes or so, you've decided, it's just you and my voice.
This is your time, Your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction,
your time to release those inner passions as you feel my voice going with
you as you immerse yourself into night's show. The second I saw her wearing
that long, velvety skirt and tight little sweater, I knew I was fucked
shit. I should have made reservations as a fancy restaurant instead of my usual
booth roll over her. It was the best sushi place in town. Maybe
that would count for something. This looks good, Martina said, and I
could hear the truth behind her words good. I was counting on you being
more of a quality over a luxury kind of woman. This place has the
best sushi, I murmured. I like sushi, she replied, her dark
violet eyes flicking to mine. I smiled. As we scanned the menu.
We chatted and laughed, and I was ridiculously pleased. When the waitress came
over and Martina asked if I wanted to share one of the biggest sushi platters
on the menu with her. Yeah, that sounds great. Can we have
a couple of orders of hubaccio rice and noodles and beefnega? MARKI also,
Well, that does sound delicious, Martina said after the waitress left. It
sounds like a lot, but I do have an appetite and I don't.
Actually, this is refreshing. You know, it's been forever since I went
out with someone who was sort of like me, she whispered, sort of
like you, I repeated. She had no idea the monster I really was.
But again I was not worried. Destiny led me to Martina Harbor,
but that was just to create the spark. This insane attraction I had towards
her was growing by the second, and that was all her. I am
noticed, you got a hair cut in a shave. What's that for me,
she asked, grinning, Maybe or maybe it was just time, I
replied evasively. If I confess I spent most of today in face masks and
doing my nails, will you tell me the truth? Face masks, clay
or jow. My sisters liked this peel off cucumber shit, and they did
that to me once, but it got all caught in my eyebrows and facial
hair. Fine. I got a hair cut and shave to impress you,
my brother said, I looked like a lumberjack. She laughed then, and
I smiled. My chest puffed up like a proud peacock, and the animal
inside me rumbled pleasantly. It felt good being the cause of her smiles,
the reason for her laughter. There was something sad behind her eyes, and
I wanted her to share it with me. I couldn't rush her. Trust
was a slowering thing for Martina Harbor, but I was gonna win hers.
It was a promise I made to myself and my beast. Well. I
happened to love Lumberjack romance novels, So tell Tim to mind his own business
next time. She replied, after her giggles had died down. Is that
so, I've got a flannel in the back of my truck I could put
on for you. You're encouragable, but maybe later, she murmured, and
her cheeks turned a dusky rose color I really liked. After dinner, I
drove down to the old movie theater everyone in town still went to. I
held her hand that Martina allowed it, sending chills of awareness rippling through my
body. Her spicy cinnamon apple scent was driving me crazy, but her constant
shivering had me worried cold, I asked, while we waited in line for
tickets. She smiled tightly, looking down as if you were embarrassed by that
fact. Oh no, I was not okay with that, so I wrapped
my arm around her and tucked her into my side, letting her feel some
of my natural heat. Wow, you are really hot. She whispered,
and I grinned. You ain't so bad yourself, sweetheart. That's not what
I meant, she replied, and rolled her eyes, but she stayed put,
and that meant everything to me. Popcorn, Oh, yeah, popcorn,
and a box of snow caps and sour patch kids. Oh and a
large fanter, she ordered, and pulled out her wallet. Nope, I
said, grabbing it and tucking it into my back pocket. But it's my
turn. You paid for dinner, she said, frowning. I knew I'd
struck a nerve with her, but I could not help myself. There were
just some things a man didn't allow a woman to do, and one of
them was paid for his movie theater Candy, I asked you on this date,
so I'm paying. Of course, you could wrestle me for your wallet,
I said, eyebrows arched in open invitation. The cashier chuckled and Martina
sighed. She rolled her eyes again, and I sizzled inside. It was
fast becoming one of my favorite expressions on her. Damn, but she wore
exasperated. Well, sexy woman, I've got my eyes on you, sweetheart,
one hundred percent. The movie was one of those comic book action flicks,
and I worried that she wouldn't like it, but that changed the second
she started shouting at the screen and clapping with the rest of us. The
theater itself was older and the crowd was mostly local kids, but I only
had eyes for Martina. She was laughter and light, and when her hand
touched my leg or brushed against mine when we went to grab popcorn at the
same time, how I trembled like a kid on his first date. We
sat together while the credits rolled, waiting for the little easter egg at the
end of the film. It was a good one, promising more from the
series of super funny superheroes. Martina chatted on and on about what she thought
of the actors and the story line, and I was shocked when she pointed
out the not so obvious flaws in the plot line. Smart as a whip,
she was, you know, you sound sexy as hell when you talk
comic books, woman, I growled, My eyes raked over her possessively.
She was taking up space in my head, planting roots in my heart.
I wanted her with a ferocity that was damn well frightening, but I worked
hard to control that part of me. Of course, there was nothing I
could do about the raging boner clearly outlined in my jeans. And yes,
I called her, staring see something you like? I teased. Oh my
god, I was not just staring at your dick, she muttered, and
I laughed out loud, so she declared, with false brightness, I liked
the movie. Well, looks like this hometown boy is full of surprises.
And here I thought you were going to turn your nose down at my taste
in food and movies, Miss New York City, I said, teasing her.
As we walked hand in hand back to my truck. She froze in
her tracks, brows furrowing, and I knew I'd made a mistake. But
what had I said? You really think I'm a snob, she asked,
And fucks, she looked her. No, I think you're smart and cultured.
You're a lawyer. You live in Manhattan, Martina, Shit, I
don't know. I guess I was worried about making the right impression on you
because I never left mac and City. I never went to college, just
started my business right after high school. Anyway, I guess I assumed you
spent your free time going to museums and shit. I grew out, suddenly
uncomfortable. Wow, so you think I'm a snob? You think I couldn't
enjoy a date with a man unless he takes me some place flashy and spends
a lot of money. What? No, I didn't say that. Fuck,
this conversation was going way. Of course, I'd obviously upset her.
She let go of my hand, and I felt pained by the absence of
her touch. I unlocked the door and held it open for her, offering
my hand, but she didn't take it. She was short, though,
petite and perfect in my not so humble opinion, and it snowed some during
the movie. With a long, tight skirt on, Martina couldn't quite get
into the damned seat. She was cold. I knew it. I could
see her shivering again. After watching her fumble a second time, I snapped
hands on her hips. I lifted her up and closed the door, ignoring
her shot gasp. My hands burned where I touched her, and my animal
was snarling at me for letting her go so soon. At the rate this
was going, I would need to shift in the shed again tonight. Fucking
ow Timothy had warned me not to fuck this up, and my brother was
right, but he was wrong too. He told me to act a certain
way to step up my game. But the best time of the entire night
was when I was just myself with her. After my fuck up, I
felt about two inches tall. Martina didn't care about a lot of things I'd
expected, but she cared what I thought, and that was a sign I
mattered to her. That was all the encouragement I needed to try to fix
this, Martina. I began starting the car and turning the heat on for
her. I did not mean to say that before. Why. I'm happy
to know what you really think of me, Michel, she replied, anger
in her staining her words. Shit, No, I didn't mean that.
I don't think anything bad about you, woman, I just want you to
look. I don't want to fuck this up. I'm doing a bang up
job of it, though, But her you or insulting you was never my
intention. I ground, biting back the pain of my wolf tearing me up
on the inside. I like you, Martina Harbor. I really like you.
I want to know more about you. I'm sorry if I acted like
a judgmental ass. I didn't mean it. I swear I guess I'm being
a cherk now. Huh No, it's okay. Don't apologize, she said,
and heaved a sigh. This was a mistake. Just would you mind
taking me home? Wait? Please give me another chance. Don't leave me
like this, I said, turning towards her. It's not your fault.
I have a chip on my shoulder, especially about your pack, my pack.
But you're a wolf and this is Mac wood Pack's home territory. I
have wondered, and I guess now I am asking why isn't it your pack
too? It's just not she said, and her words felt heavy. I
grew up in Macon City, but I lived under a cloud. The Mac
and wood Pack left my family alone. But I was never one of them,
never accepted because you grew up in the harbor house, I asked,
confused. She shook her head and tears swam in her deep violet eyes.
It was breaking my heart to see the hert there. I unbuckled her seat
belt and tugged her towards me, and she allowed it. Thank god.
I couldn't stand the idea of hurting her anymore. It was making my beasts
feel all kinds of protected, all I wanted was to wipe her way,
to wrap her up in a bubble of good feelings and sweetness, to kiss
away the pain and make it all better. Good idea, hey, I
said, holding her face with one hand and wrapping my arm around her waist.
Please don't cry, sweetheart. I never meant to upset you. I
just wanted to take you out, be with you. Why did you ask
me out? She asked, counting her head in a way that reminded me
she was a wolf too, But she didn't smell like a regular wolf.
I couldn't find any hint of furr hon her at the moment, just the
smoky, spicy scent of cinnamon and apple pie, And damn it, I
wanted her with a hunger i'd never known. I leaned towards her, brushing
her nose with mine. My chest rumbled with the power of my beast.
I want to kiss you, Martina, I whispered, so close to her
lips, but needing her consent before I took this single step further. I
was playing with fire, and I knew it. I just didn't care,
barely able to keep the leash on the furious desire I felt for her.
I growled, my gaze intent on hers. Her soft curves pressed against me,
and I hated the clothes between us. I needed to kiss her.
Hell, I might die without it, but I waited, so she whispered,
her breath mingling with mine, What are you waiting for? That was
all the permission I needed to claim her lips beneath mine. Finally, I
had this woman's mouth on mine, and I kissed her with all the pent
up passion I've been feeling since I laid eye on her again yesterday evening.
I ground swallowing her soft whimpers and moans, and put all of my energy
into our kiss. She tasted better than I imagined. Oh, and I
had imagined plenty. To me, kissing was better than sex. I realized
that made me an oddity among men, But this act meant more. It
was more intimate than fucking, sexier than head, and her mouth was the
best fucking thing I had ever felt. Working in tandem with mine, we
were good at this, at kissing each other, and I felt elated,
like I'd been waiting my whole life for this woman. And I suppose I
had been mine, mine, Mine, So I hope you enjoyed that little
excerpt now next week. Yes, there's a there's going to be a new
story. It is a fantasy request, and I'm just polishing off some of
the sexy of its mm hmm, just so it's nice and ready for you.
Hm. So until then when we can get wild in bed all over
again. This is devil and Wild, always with your pleasure in mind,
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