Claimed by the Wolf Excerpt

For your Thursday reading pleasure, here is an excerpt of Claimed by the Wolf 🙂

 

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She woke to the soft crooning of Dean Martin and the heat of another body. She didn’t remember falling asleep, or being lifted back into the bed, but Katee did remember one thing—Mathias had not left her once. And he was still with her now, spooning against her with a strong arm around her. His hand around a breast and holding her against him. His skin was hot against hers, and though she was naked, she could feel that he wore pajama pants.

That made her insides all warm and gooey.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked groggily, voice thick with sleep.

“Yes. I feel like I’ve slept for days.”

“Your body?” he asked, hand not moving from her breast. He seemed rather possessive of it.

“Aches a bit, but the pain from yesterday is gone.”

His hand moved, much to her disappointment. But it didn’t leave her. He lightly caressed across her chest to her arm. Then, up and down her arm as he nuzzled her neck, which sent a wave of heat through her. She couldn’t help but press closer—from shoulders to legs.

That roaming hand settled on her hip and gripped it lightly, adjusting their position slightly, so that her ass was pressed against a distinct hardness that caused her to sigh. Goosebumps created from awareness and anticipation ran along her arms, and her wolf rose to the surface, brushing along her skin at the feel of his.

For just a moment she wondered if that was her answer—her wolf reacting to his. But the feel of his lips pressing against her neck chased the thought away.

Katee sighed, her skin warming. She turned her head to meet his gaze as he leaned over her—his blue eyes were like molten liquid, moving between human and wolf. The sight of that made her breath catch in her throat.

He lowered his head slowly, and her gaze flicked between those beautiful eyes and his lips. Her heart skipped a beat, the anticipation mounting, the heat coiling in her belly. Her wolf rolled underneath her skin, practically begging her to close the gap. But she waited, and she did that because she wanted Mathias to make the first move so that she would know he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. If he backed away, then she’d know it was because she was a new wolf.

Or, that’s what her fuzzy logic was telling her.

She let out a soft sigh as his mouth hovered just above hers, closing her eyes. The first touch of his lips sent a zap of electricity up her spine, awareness and desire mixing together. She could sense his want of her, that his wolf held back, approaching her slowly so that the human side of Mathias had first contact instead of overwhelming her with the beast.

Her wolf could sense all of that, and that strengthened her desire for him.

 

Claimed by the Wolf Excerpt

Here’s another teaser from Claimed by the Wolf ❤

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“Just breathe, Katee,” Mathias said calmly resting a hand on her thigh. “Just breathe.”

She let out a puff of air, then took a deep breath. “I hate to sound like a five-year-old, but are we there yet? Because I don’t think I can take much more of this car without crawling out of my skin.” Literally.

“We’re still about a half an hour out,” he said with regret in his tone. “I can make you more comfortable, but it requires me to brush my wolf against yours more intimately. Pulling over is an option, but as soon as you get back in the car your wolf will start up again. I will leave the choice to you.”

Again, his care and consideration warmed her body and heart. And for that reason, her answer was made simple. “You can brush your wolf against mine.” The words came out a bit softer than she’d intended, but her decision was clear all the same.

His hand on her thigh turned, and she entwined her fingers with his. Almost instantly, the contact made it easier to breathe, though the scratching underneath her skin persisted.

“If you feel uncomfortable with what I’m about to do, tell me and I’ll stop. You can keep my hand in yours for as long as possible, though.”

“I will let you know if I need you to stop.”

He gave a nod, eyes back on the road.

She worried for a moment that what he was about to do would distract him from driving, but that thought was chased away when she realized that he wouldn’t have offered if that were that case. He’s practically an alpha—he’s probably done this several times.

His scent grew stronger—the woodsy aroma enveloped her senses, calming the itching somewhat. His power washed over her soon after, a light weight that sank into her skin and then spread throughout her body. Her wolf settled down, and she nearly melted into the seat as her body relaxed. She was so content after a moment that she almost sighed in relief. The growing wolf in her rolled through her, making her stomach flip-flop. She was certain that if she were in wolf form she would have brushed her back along the neck of his wolf, rubbing her scent against his.

That image sent a rush of heat through her, and she squeezed his hand as she fought the urge to moan.

“Do you want me to pull away?” he asked, voice slightly husky, which didn’t help her situation.

“No,” she replied, and she noted how her voice echoed that same huskiness. “Just give me a moment to adjust to you being so close.”

She forced herself to concentrate on the calmness he’d created, and that the scratching had ceased. After a few moments, her body once again relaxed, and the coiling heat eased back enough that it wasn’t overwhelming.

Opening her eyes, she looked over at Mathias and met his gaze briefly. His wolf echoed through his eyes, but instead of causing her body to clench, the sight made her feel safe.

“Thank you, Mathias,” she said, voice normal again though soft.

“Whatever you need, Katee.”

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Ghosts of Trenton House Excerpt

Here is a snippet from Ghosts of Trenton House (Revenant Investigations, book two) ❤

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Oh, how Lena Tompson wished she was still at home, curled up on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice—the Colin Firth version, of course—instead of at the Revenant Investigations office for an emergency meeting. But that wish wasn’t going to come true. When her boss, Folger, had called they all knew to come immediately. She had and now Knox Trenton, the former love-of-her-life, sat in her boss’s office with his forehead creased from worry.

            “I’m very sorry to drag you all here at this hour,” Knox said. “But there’s an emergency at Trenton House.”

            Arabella Pierce—coworker, medium, and Lena’s best friend—spoke up. “What do you mean?” she asked.

            Knox rubbed his eyes. Lena could feel just how worried he was. Having grown up with and seriously dated Knox, she knew this wasn’t normal for him. Something had to be dreadfully wrong in order for him to be bleeding emotions so strongly. As a high-level empath, he was very good at guarding himself, unless unduly stressed or tired.

Lena reached out with her own empathic gifts to search his feelings, and a brick wall slammed down.

“Nana has done something,” he replied, dread lightly imbedded in his tone.

            Oh, dear. When his great-grandmother did something to earn that tone of voice it normally meant another feud was brewing with someone, probably a family member. The elderly spitfire was too fiery for her own good, at times. “What did Imogene do?”

            “You both know the story of my great-grandmother and her twin sister, Ruth.”

            “Hard to forget,” Arabella replied.

            While the story was well known, not many knew the details as Lena and Arabella did. He’d told them in Junior High. And a hell of a story it was.

            He turned to Folger. “I’m going to tell you the story, but I ask that you keep it to yourself, for your records. This is a very sensitive issue.”

            Folger raised his hand. “What you tell us goes no further than this room.”

            Knox sighed. “Thank you. My great-aunt Ruth conjured my great-grandpa Duke’s spirit when he died of a heart attack in his mid-thirties. She wanted to punish her sister for allowing him into the family and betraying her. Their father trusted Duke and had learned to love him as a son, so he willed Trenton House to Duke and Nana. Ruth was furious with her sister for allowing such a thing, saying she was betrayed, even though their father left her and her husband well over five hundred thousand dollars and the country house at the edge of town.” He paused, sighing. “Most of the family believes her objection was solely about Duke’s name being put on the house. I think it’s safe to say if it had been just Nana’s name on the deed, Ruth wouldn’t have been so vehement about the whole thing.”

            Lena had been to that country house a few times—a beautiful home, on a lovely four-acre plot of land. But Duke being willed Trenton House and watching it fall into his hands, even with Imogene there, had only been the beginning––the spark, to ignite the rest of the Trentons’ sisterly feud.

Lena had seen no real ‘ill will’ between Knox and his cousins, but their parents… Well, there was a reason she never liked going to the family get-togethers. Their barely veiled animosity was like ice, cracking against her skin. Knox tried to shield her from most of it, but the intensity was too great for him to block it all. Lena tolerated events the best she could, but finally admitted they’d taken a toll on her, and her view of their relationship.

            “And no one knows where Ruth trapped Duke’s spirit,” Arabella said, leaning back against the couch and crossing her legs. “Ruth took that information to the grave.”     “Knox,” Folger said, “tell them what Imogene did.”

            Hesitation lightly touched the air, held clear in his dark brown eyes when he glanced at her. All thoughts of their past momentarily fled when Lena saw it—something was very wrong, all right, and worry twisted her gut. “Knox?”

            He fidgeted in his chair, until he settled for sitting with his back completely straight as if someone had pulled a string upward, and rested his hands on the arms of the chair.

“Nana…raided Ruth’s crypt at our family’s private cemetery and stole a necklace from her coffin.”

            Lena’s mouth dropped in shock. “She did what?”

            “That’s not all. When she returned to the house and tried to call her husband’s spirit to her, she ended up summoning Ruth instead.”

            “Oh my God,” Lena whispered.

            Knowing what she did of Ruth—whom she’d met only once, at a birthday party shortly before her death—Lena could just imagine how the ghost was taking being summoned by her sister. Death did little to quell emotions. “What do you need us to do?”

            He stood, putting his hands in his pants pockets. “I need you two to come talk to Nana and Ruth, to try to calm them down before they destroy the entire house battling each other, and tear the family completely apart in the process.”

            “What do you mean?” Arabella asked.

            “My great uncles, Silas and Wick, are threatening to sue me and my two brothers for both the house and guardianship of Nana, if we don’t deal with the situation in the next two weeks. They’re threatening to put her in the Jasmine Home for the Gifted.”

            Not good, not good. The Jasmine Home was built specifically to care for elderly people who had special gifts, especially ones who couldn’t control their gifts anymore, or those who committed such an act as Knox’s great-grandmother had. The home served most of coastal Maine, with other smaller homes scattered throughout the state.

Imogene would consider it a prison, and that did not bode well for those around her.

            “Does Imogene know?” Lena asked. “What about Silas and Wick’s children?”

            “I told her today. As for Silas and Wick’s children, they’ve agreed to help their fathers if Nana doesn’t undo what she’s done. All but Brendon, who’s trying to help me.”

            She took a deep breath. “Brendon always did have a good head on his shoulders.” Thank goodness. At least Knox had someone in the family to lean on, to turn to when the rest were ready to stab him in the back.

His eyes softened, and for a split second she felt her heart melt, just a little. That was enough for the memories to return, both the good and the heartbreaking, and Lena suddenly remembered she was still in her pajamas—the emergency call from Folger had kept her in her blue flannel bottoms and a lightweight hooded sweatshirt, a pair of winter boots on her feet. She forced herself not to squirm or shift her position, keeping her slight embarrassment to herself as she remained relaxed on the couch. Though, the resulting shame was not so much because she was in her pajamas as it was having Knox see her, at her place of employment no less, in said pajamas.

            “As I’ve mentioned, I’d like you and Arabella to come to the house and talk with Nana and Ruth, see what you can figure out, and see if you can get Ruth to hand over Duke’s spirit. Nana will never move on without him and the two of them will feud forever in Trenton House if we can’t deal with this.”

            “Do you want video or anything?” Arabella asked.

            “Not yet. See what Nana wants to do first, then we’ll go from there.”

            “The family doesn’t know you’re meeting with us, do they?” Lena surmised.

            “Just Brendon, which is why I’m here so late. I’m heir to the house and executor of Nana’s will—they know not to stop me from hiring outsiders to deal with this, as that could hurt their chances of getting hold of their sister and the house for good. But they would do everything in their power to keep me from doing so, which is why only Brendon knows I’m here. Our dirty laundry may be legend in this town, but they’d like to keep it legend, not truth.”

            Lena knew that last part already. Trentons didn’t air their dirty laundry, which was no doubt one of the reasons he’d been hesitant to ask for aid. The family was rich but not stuck-up, though they were very big on maintaining their public image. Anything that would taint the picture of a loving, hardworking, strong and happy family unit in the least was quickly swept under a rug and guarded fiercely. That had also made it hard to be around the family, and not just because she was an empath. Lena had struggled with their tight lips more than once—it made it near impossible to truly get close to those Knox cared for, and made it difficult for him to open up.

            He trusted her, she knew, but there was a difference between trusting someone as a good friend and trusting someone with the family secrets as a partner in love. He’d told her everything through their years as friends and lovers—she cherished that. And she’d kept those secrets, always would. Only Arabella knew what had really transpired when they’d broken up.

“When do you want us to start?” Lena inquired, thankful her tone came out normal even though her stomach was roiling.

            “Tomorrow morning. Can the two of you be at the house around eight-thirty?”

            “Of course,” Arabella replied, then turned to Folger. “You’re okay with all this, I take it?”

            “Yes. If you end up needing some tech, call Nick and Kate.”

            Lena met Knox’s gaze. “Your uncles gave you two weeks to get this resolved. Are they watching the house? Watching you?”

            “Watching me? No, not that I’ve felt, anyway. Nor have they been around the house since she conjured Ruth. I think they’re biding their time until they can make their move. Nana and Ruth are keeping other ghosts from entering the house. They haven’t done anything to the ghosts already in the house, though.”

            Her heart panged. The ghosts that visited Trenton House were all dearly loved family. The fact that Ruth and Imogene were keeping them out of their home was heartbreaking and troubling. “We’ll be there bright and early,” she said.

            Knox’s gaze shifted, worry reaching Lena, a weight that tugged and hummed underneath her skin.  “Thank you,” he said quietly.

Special Guest: April Zyon

I’m please to welcome April Zyon back to the blog with her new release 🙂

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A Mate For The Sheriff

Shifters Match.com book 4

by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover by Jay Aheer

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Jessica Morris has a secret that could get her killed. Hiding in plain sight, pretending to be normal, is all she’s ever known. And even though she’s been lucky so far, she knows that she can’t hide in Shifter Falls forever. Getting involved with the town sheriff is the last thing she needs, but lately it’s all she can think about.

Novak Porter has watched Jessica since the first day she came into town. He suspects that, like everyone else in Shifter Falls, she’s got a skeleton or two in her closet. She’s nervous around him, and for years he’s forced himself to give her time. But when a chance encounter throws them together for more than five minutes, Novak decides he’s tired of waiting. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her around. Convincing her to work for him is easy, but getting her to believe in happily ever after might be a little more difficult.

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Jessica turned to the voice in the darkness. The sexiest voice on the face of the planet. “Sheriff,” she said, her pulse increasing when she turned to look at him.

He looked as if he had been built of stone, and again she wondered just exactly what sort of shifter he was. No one seemed to know, or be willing to share, which was very strange in a town like Shifter Falls. Then again, she didn’t let anyone know what she was, either, so it could just be a privacy thing.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but suddenly all the electronics inside the car went completely dead. The lights, dash, everything. I’m afraid it’s the alternator, since it has a brand-new battery.” She might be a lot of things, but she wasn’t completely stupid. “And I think that Jagger’s cub swiped my cell phone, again, so do you think you could maybe call a tow for me?” She shook her head. “That little guy gets me every single time. I swear he’s taken more cell phones off of me than I can count. Phi is never able to find them, so there’s no telling what he does with them.” She was snickering as she said that. She didn’t know why she was talking so much, but she was.

The sheriff was watching her intently and didn’t seem all that bothered by her random rambling. He merely pulled out his cell and put in a call for a truck. “Mick will come get your car. He said to leave the keys on the passenger front tire since he might be a while. They had to pull a couple cars from a slough after some young twits decided that drag racing with their parents’ cars was a good plan. Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”

She whistled. “Oh boy. I bet there are going to be some kids in serious trouble about right now. Thanks for the offer of the ride.” She grabbed her purse, locked the car, and put the keys on the front passenger tire as she had been instructed. “You’ll probably be going out of your way a bit. I live at twenty-nine Forest Acre Road.” It was a dirt road surrounded by forest and she loved it. Nature called to her, and at least there she didn’t have to worry about nulling any abilities as she typically did when she was near other witches.

“No worries at all. It keeps me out of the station until the parents have finally wound down to a dull roar and the kids have had a few minutes for everything to sink in. Anyhow, I think that an hour’s worth of stewing before I arrive to come up with some interesting charges might help the situation. By then I’ll know if the lawyers have actually been called in or not and can figure out how to play this to keep the kids from doing something worse down the line.” The sheriff held her door for her, then shut it when she settled into her seat. A minute later he was setting out reflective markers behind her car before sliding in behind the wheel to take her toward town and home.

“You are a good man. Too bad you can’t keep a secretary to save your gorgeous ass.” She felt her face turn red from heat when she realized she’d blurted that out. “Crap, ignore me. I don’t know what I’m saying.” She cringed, but then shrugged. Since it was too late to take her candid observation back, she pressed on. “Well, from what I understand, you have gone through thirteen of them inside of three months. That’s outstanding right there.”

He leveled a look on her she couldn’t read. She was only thankful he seemed to ignore her initial comment and it allowed her cheeks to cool. “I have a specific way I expect things to be done. And, I admit, my temper can get the best of me. Everything we do can be called into question inside a courtroom. If even one I isn’t dotted right, or a T was missed being crossed, that is potentially a dangerous offender being allowed out on the street due to clerical error. Unacceptable in my book so, yes, I have some impossibly high standards I expect to be carried out by every man and woman in the department.”

“No, not impossibly high standards. They are perfectly reasonable. The way that everyone made it sound you were seriously a neat freak nut job, but what you’re saying doesn’t sound like that at all.” She understood the importance of perfect record keeping, of ensuring that everything was where it should be at all times. “When the council took me on as their secretary, I had to redo a hell of a lot of stuff because the person before me couldn’t seem to understand that paperwork is filed by number then letter. Idiots.” She smirked and looked over at him. “I guess I have high standards as well. Then again since I’m a witch without abilities, I have to be able to contribute somehow, right? Especially with my mother’s coven proclaiming me to be nothing but a human.” That’s what all of Shifter Falls thought of her, and she was happy to keep it that way. When she’d first started out on her own, she’d wondered if it wouldn’t have been smarter, and safer, to try to hide even the fact that she’d been born into a witch family. Ultimately she’d decided that it was better to stick as close to the truth as possible. So she never tried to hide the fact that she had been born to witch parents. It was unlikely that she would ever run into anyone from her old coven, but on the off chance that she did, she didn’t want to arouse suspicion by being caught in a lie. Besides, being known as a witch without powers—therefore, more or less, human—kept her just as safe as if she’d tried to pass herself off as a normal human.

“I’m glad you understand. Few do,” he muttered. “I think the council foisted their rejects my way for some form of payback. They all loved the idea when the mayor had me run for office and I won by a landslide, but the minute I arrested the first council member and wouldn’t take a bribe, they started to wonder. Told them the same thing I told the mayor when he hired me—I was going to run things my way, and if they found someone that could run against me and get elected that would be the only way they’d get me out of that seat. They haven’t had any luck yet.”

Jess knew it was because the sheriff was respected by every citizen in the Falls as well as the other two cities that made up their exceptionally small county. While not everyone agreed with his methods and strict by-the-book ways, they liked how he’d cleaned up and kept the area protected from a drug problem several years back when he’d first taken the position.

“You cleaned up the area. No one would run against you. You’re too good at your job, so it is what it is.” She shrugged. “You are strict and you can be an ass from what I’ve been told, but then again there are a lot of falsehoods that fly through Shifter Falls, aren’t there?” she asked with a smile.

“True enough. The trick is determining what’s truth and what’s lie in everything that goes around town. It’s amazing what one can discover the moment they find that tiny thread and give it a tug. After all, there’s not a soul in this town that is exactly who they appear to be on the surface once you dig down a little further.”

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Book 1 – A Christmas Homehttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-christmas-home-by-april-zyon/

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Ophelia Lambros thought her life was in order, until she lost her fiance and job all in one day.

She couldn’t return the honeymoon trip she’d been given so she takes the opportunity to find herself on the slopes of Wyoming on the back of a snowmobile.

Jagger Morris was perfectly happy running his repair shop in Shifter Falls, his home for years. As the Kodiak Bear Alpha, he has a lot on his plate. When a new pack asks to join them, Jagger’s hackles rise, but he doesn’t know why.

When he meets his fated mate, Ophelia, she shares a piece of herself that confirms his suspicious nature was spot on. As a seer, she can see death coming their way. Can she make her new mate and his friends understand the risk before time runs out?

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Book 2 – The Kodiak’s Matehttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-kodiaks-mate-by-april-zyon/

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An ancient evil has come back to Shifter Falls…

Living in a town called Shifter Falls isn’t always easy. Alaska Ceridwen has lusted after Harley Ogden for years, even though she learned the hard way that you can’t trust bears. But when Alaska becomes the target of a dangerous stalker, Harley may be the only one who can save her.

Harley thought that rescuing a terrified, bound woman on the street would be the most excitement he’d see all day. Then he found out she was his mate. Now he’s fighting to hold on to what’s his. He knows that keeping Alaska safe and teaching her to let go of her fears won’t be easy, but for Harley, nothing less than forever will do.

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Book 3 – The Jaguar’s Matehttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-jaguars-mate-by-april-zyon/

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Quinn Ash is as human as they come. She came to Shifter Falls to hide from the danger. Too bad trouble always has a way of finding her.

Piran Raske works with wood. It makes his Jaguar happy, plus he makes a great living doing it. But he’s lonely and needs more to keep him and his cat satisfied.

Quinn comes into Piran’s life with her shockingly dark secret, and he knows he must protect her. As much as he doesn’t want to, Piran asks his friends for help to keep his mate safe. But is it too late to save the love of his life?

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New Release: Claimed by the Wolf

And it has released into the wild! Go forth, and read 🙂 ❤ I will add more buy links as they go live.

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When Katee Ellis wakes up naked in a strange bed, unable to recall the events that led to such a state, she understandably begins to panic. The appearance of a man she doesn’t know deepens her concern. She soon learns that she was attacked by a wolf, and will become one within a week’s time. After being human for so long, she doesn’t know how she’ll manage to make that adjustment.

Mathias Blackwell—the strange man, and powerful wolf shifter, who told her of the attack—eases some of her worry. His presence calms her, and makes her feel safe. Their instant attraction grows stronger the longer she’s with him. He promises to protect her against the wolf who attacked her, who also happens to be his brother. She believes him. But his brother has already gotten her away from her loved ones once—can he do it again?

 

Special Guest: Allyson Young

I’m pleased to welcome Allyson Young back to the blog for her newest release 🙂

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Blurb:
Desiree lost her heart to Tahl before he moved away, pursuing a redheaded shifter.
Devastated, she somehow managed to hope he got what he needed. Except, being
part Fae, she now believes she’s cursed him. Tahl has returned, unmated,
refusing to share what transpired.
When Tahl pursues her, realizing what she has always meant to him, Desi desperately
avoids, her guilt—and refusal to be second choice—a deterrent to her heart. Her
twenty-fifth birthday approaches, and hot from the chase, Tahl corners her. He
triggers her heat and she must allow him to assuage it, however outraged and
resentful she might be.
The redhead follows Tahl, refusing to accept his mating—he can’t be bonded should
his mate die… The males fail to thwart the nefarious plan, and the true
nature of both females is revealed. Only one bitch can win and keep Tahl’s
heart, and Desi won’t lose.

 

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Now that he was here, he was stalling, and he grimaced. Nothing much
scared him, but the female presumably inside the cabin… He forced his feet to
carry up the short set of stairs and opened the front door with a confidence he
didn’t feel. Until he saw her.
Huddled on the couch, facing him, was his future mate, the most
beautiful thing he’d ever seen—or scented. Cheeks flushed, hair now streaming
in wild abandon and clothing awry, she glared at him, her rage muted by the
trembling need radiating from her tense body.
“Baby. I got here as soon as I could. I—” His attempt at an apology
was overridden as Desi lurched to her feet.
“It’s not fucking fair that I have no recourse in this, Tahl. It’s a
done deal because you decided. You.
And now I’m stuck with you. I have to submit to your … physical attentions so I
can function.” She laughed, a harsh mimicry of her usual, musical burst of sound.
The one he hadn’t heard in his vicinity for a very long time but had never
forgotten. The dichotomy scalded his senses.
She stood, her body shaking, the hormonal flux pouring off of her,
and he balled his fists to keep his hands to himself. A vastly angry Desiree
was an incredibly beautiful and appealing female and his wolf seethed with
impatience against her siren call. Tahl shoved his animal back and cudgeled his brain for something that would
soothe her. Some sense of self-preservation kept him from offering his heart.
It was quite likely she’d carve it out of his chest and eat it with a spoon.
His breath stuttered as with awkward, jerky movements, she yanked at
the front of her silky shirt, the fine fabric rending beneath her impatient
hands. She threw the remnants in the general direction of the couch before
working at the zipper on her little skirt. The garment slid over her thighs to
pool around her ankles, his avid stare tracking it as the black lace of her
matching panties was revealed as well as the long length of her legs. She
stepped out, nearly losing her balance, and kicked the material away.
This was so not how he imagined it. Throat dry, he closed the
distance. “Desiree. Easy, baby. Let me—”
“You’ve done enough, Tahl,” she coughed out between shuddering
breaths. “Now do what nature intended.” Her pretty bra popped open and her
breasts were displayed. Sitting high on her narrow torso, they were in perfect
proportion to the rest of her, though visibly swollen with need, the dark
nipples beaded tightly.
Everything in him screamed to take her right fucking now, his cock
so hard it hurt, his wolf groveling. Groveling.
With inner strength he somehow drew from somewhere, perhaps his conscience,
maybe his aching heart, he wrestled his libido into submission and hugged her
instead. Trying to offer her comfort. His eyes closed against the intense draw
of her soft, silky skin, the heat of her radiating intensely to the very marrow
of his bones.
Desiree wrestled free, wild-eyed and flushed. Surely no other male
would have been so fucking stupid as to trigger his future mate’s heat on the
side of a goddamn highway and then leave her unfulfilled? He cursed himself
again.
She scrabbled at the fine stuff of her underwear and it met the same
fate as her shirt. Tahl drank in his first sight of the female who was his, all
creamy skin and smooth curves, the soft dark hair at her apex neatly trimmed.
But she was shaking harder, out of control, the scent of her arousal
overwhelming him, and instinct took over.
With economic movements, he stripped off his own clothing. Desiree
swayed, her eyes tightly shut as she panted through the tiny whimpers falling
from her lips. He spoke her name even as he gathered her up and bore her down
on the wide, soft couch, but she wouldn’t—or couldn’t—open her eyes.
There was no time, or need, or foreplay. He’d left her too long.
Testing her preparedness with one finger, he grunted his satisfaction. Soaked.
Her thighs opened wide for him as he maneuvered between them, her arms splayed and
her head thrown back. She writhed, her wolf clearly right at the surface, and
her whimpers escalated both in volume and quantity.
Recognizing the time for fucking couldn’t be put off by
conversation, however necessary, he fit the weeping crown of his cock against
her opening. Wet, sultry heat engulfed him as he surged inside on a desperate
thrust. And froze at her muffled yelp.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck. Me.” He wrapped her up, working his arms
beneath her shoulders to tuck her as tightly against him as he could manage
while holding his cock steady, giving her time to adjust. It was his turn to
screw his own eyes shut in order to concentrate on not moving one fucking iota.
He’d just taken her virginity, and
even his wolf paused in its desperation to claim her.
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 Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided
to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
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