Darcy Branwyn

Tangled Moon (In the future; I’m still working on this part of their story):

*Danielle and Lothar have just had a fight, and it’s time to make up.*

…“We’ll find out but I think I’ll be all right now that I’ve eaten.” She made a face. “What was it with me drinking all that blood, do you think?”

Lothar shrugged. “Iron? We’re werewolves, what do we know about that?”

She frowned. “You’re the smartest person I know.”

“I think Gerald is.”

“About human medicine, he is, sure. Not about werewolf things.”

Flattering, but he didn’t know everything like she seemed to think he did. He flipped the meat, his stomach clenching in anger.

“You have your hungry face on,” she said, going to the cupboard for two bottles of water. “I know that one well.” She smiled to herself.

It was going to be like that then, was it?

He smiled about it a moment later. If she was teasing then did she plan to have him soon too? Darling wouldn’t be that cruel, regardless of how angry she’d been. She wasn’t malicious, just temperamental… 

And… (I’m careful about putting adult content on a public platform, but I’ll give any of you that have been waiting for Danielle to get with Lothar this much:

…He came over her, grateful for the hot, soft skin of her against him. She hooked her leg through his in invitation and he eased into her, not in a hurry; no desire to leave her too soon…