Darcy Branwyn

Songs from my playlist: Heaven. The other werewolves have turned on them. Lothar has lost his alpha status and is being detained pending his hearing which has only been delayed on account of Danielle’s pregnancy. My werewolves are their own species and have fertility issues. The Council won’t risk Danielle miscarrying. They’ll wait until after she’s given birth, and then rip their family apart…    

…He wrapped his arms tighter around her. “We both knew the risk we were taking when we got into this.”

“We didn’t know fifteen years ago.”

He was quiet for a moment, and then he said, “I did.”

And had suffered alone for years in order to spare her. Danielle had spoken too soon. “Sorry,” she said, but he just shook his head at that.

Things were getting too serious. She blew out a breath, pretending to be exasperated by him. “Months trapped here with you. I don’t know how I’ll survive it.”

He released her far enough to look her in the face. It was just so him, that look. She smiled despite herself. “They think they’ve put us in solitary confinement, but they put us in heaven.”

She wasn’t sure if he was going to say anything. Without her even trying to read his emotions she felt what he was feeling.

Oh, that was a first.

“I didn’t mean to…” she said.

“Don’t, Darling.”

She sat there not moving, not talking, hardly even breathing until he’d had the chance to collect himself. She’d see him stressed, angry, barely in control of his wolf half, soft, hard, and a dozen other things, but she’d never made him cry before.

She would never risk his alpha sensibilities by drawing attention to it. Finally, he leaned her back and then kissed her slowly—tasting her—as if they had months to do it. She felt an odd little quiver in her abdomen. And then she smiled against his mouth.

He lifted his head to look at her.

“They’re alive,” she said, “and they like it when you kiss me.”

She’d broken him again it seemed. It took him  a moment to reboot, and then one hand ran down her stomach, stopping at her lower abdomen, right where she’d felt the tiniest twinge of movement.

When he looked at her again she nodded. “They’re alive.”… 

I, Darcy, your fierce but loving goddess, daughter of the great Aphrodite herself, hereby proclaim that you will become a member. In return for your adoration, I promise to keep you entertained with stories of love, epic battles, and great sex.