Wild Things by Moondancer Drake

Heat Rating: Warm

Content Warning: GLBT lesbian fiction

Gwen sees no hope for love in her future until a sexy Irish shape shifter comes to Trinity, Louisiana and turns Gwen's world upside down.

"It's nae that uncommon with me people. From what I've learned with the tribe folks I've met in me travels, nae an unheard o' flavor in their neck o' the woods either." Cian placed her hand over Gwen's. She half expected her to pull away but Gwen didn't. "But one thin' is true, once ye've tasted the flavor o' a woman's love, nothin' is ever the same."

"I highly doubt that," Gwen said in a tone of defiance.

"Prove it." Cian smirked. "Kiss me and prove ye kin just stop there."

Gwen pulled her hand away and held it in a fist to her chest. She stared, and Cian wondered if she had pushed the fun a little too far. She wasn't used to non-Clan. Their rules were so different.

"Don't mind me, lass, just teasin'. I didn't mean tae make ye uncomfortable."

"You backing out on your challenge now?" Gwen's voice shook, but the defiant glare returned to her eyes.

"Ne'er would do tha'." Cian chuckled and moved to the edge of the couch. "Now, about tha' kiss?"

Gwen clenched her fist in her lap and slowly inched forward. She pursed her lips and Cian waited patiently for Gwen to come to her. Their lips met and the kiss was hard and stiff.

Cian cupped Gwen's cheek in her palm, and brushed Gwen's bottom lip with her own. The action had the desired effect and the kiss softened as Gwen relaxed into it. Cian took everything slowly, and suppressed a smile as she watched Gwen's eyes close and her fist open.

She pulled Gwen into her lap and leaned back again the couch. It felt good to have someone in her arms again after so long being alone. Cian didn't like her solitary life, but she didn't have much choice in the matter.

Cian ran her fingers down the side of Gwen's neck and Gwen's lips parted. Her mouth was moist and warm, and Cian gently explored it with her tongue. Gwen moaned and her head rested against Cian's arm.

Gwen's eyes opened, and her gaze was soft, without fear. "I never imagined being in the arms of a woman could be like this."

She smelled so good. Cian groaned with the need to have more of her. "There's so much I want tae show ye, tae share with ye. Will ye let me?"

"I..." Gwen chewed nervously on her lip and then nodded. "Not here. My room is upstairs. Can we go there instead? It's not as warm, but my sister won't walk in on us."

Gwen squeaked as Cian lifted her into her arms and stood. "Ye navigate I'll get us there."

Gwen giggled, obviously amused by Cian's gallant gesture. Pointing her finger she led them upstairs and down the hall to the third room. This house was much bigger then Cian was used to seeing in these parts, and she made a mental note to ask more about Gwen's kin. Of course, that would be later. Right now they had more interesting things to do.