First Kiss Friday
Today’s first kiss comes from Wolves of Sorrow: Shoba by Elaina Roberts
Fleeing a dying planet, Shoba finds love among the stars.
“Say it again, little wolf,” he murmured. When she remained quiet, he cupped her cheek, lowered his head until his lips brushed hers. “Say my name.”
“Vaistu,” she breathed.
His musical, sibilant language caressed her skin moments before he covered her mouth with his. His wasn’t the first lips she’d kissed, but none had made her greedy for the next taste. And the next. She buried her fingers in his hair, let him feel her claws when he tried to pull back. Breathing was optional. Kissing him was not.
Ellen Mint 