by Liv Brywood
Hours later, Stryde curled closer to Brandy.
She murmured. “I like this room. It’s less drafty than Nosh’s.”
Stryde looked around the room. It was smaller than his room at the Dark Moon Den, but there were so many memories there, both good and bad. He had toyed with the idea of staying, but he’d been through such a cataclysmic shift over the last few days. It didn’t seem right to stay. He’d find a way to make this new room a comfortable temporary home for his mate.
He caressed her lower back. “I’ve been thinking. If it’s alright with you, I think we should ask Ryker if we can stay for a while, until we can build a new home.”
“A new home? Like a house? Not a cave?”
“Yep, not a cave. The nights we spent in your house made me miss the creature comforts of living in a house.”
“Where are you planning on building it? Did you want to move back to town?”
He shook his head. “We can build it near the river so that you don’t have to walk far for water. It will be easy to hunt and fish… and easy to raise a family there.”
He held his breath as he waited for her response. Until now, they hadn’t discussed having children. If she didn’t want any, his ego would be crushed, but he’d accept her decision.
She gazed into his eyes. “I’d love to have a family with you.”
He caressed the edge of her jaw with his hand. He cradled her head and bent to kiss her petal-soft lips. The sweet kiss curled his toes. He loved the taste of her. He couldn’t get enough of her kisses.
She sunk her hands into his hair. She pressed her warm body against his and whispered, “Why don’t we try right now?”
“To start a family?” Stryde asked.
She bit the edge of her lip and nodded. He responded by lavishing her lips with a torrent of kisses. His lips glided across her throat and down her silky breasts. As she lay back, her hair swirled to form a halo around her head. She truly was an angel, his angel.
He nibbled a circle around her belly. He couldn’t wait to see her swollen with his child. If they stayed in Ryker’s den through the pregnancy, Akila could help her deliver and the other women could help her raise the baby. Only when he was off hunting, of course.
He grasped her hips and buried his head between her thighs. He loved her feral cries of passion. She curled against him, moaning and throbbing in time with his tongue. He wanted to drive her wild with desire, so he took his time. He caressed her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Brandy arched her back and whimpered. Stryde was doing that thing with his tongue again and she teetered on the edge of the most delicious orgasm of her life. How had she gotten so lucky? Not only was he the sexiest man alive, he was also an accomplished lover. She couldn’t imagine not making love to him every day for the rest of her life.
Between her thighs, he coaxed and stroked his scratchy tongue against her clit. She arched her feet and spread her thighs wider. She lost track of her breath, gasping when she realized she hadn’t taken a breath for too long.
When he swirled the tip of his tongue around her aching clit, she blurted, “Oh, yes.”
Her hips jerked and she trembled as pulsing waves of orgasmic bliss enslaved her body. She melted into a puddle of satisfaction.
But he wasn’t finished. He crawled across her body and moved to enter her. But feeling especially frisky, she pushed him onto his back.
“Lie back,” she whispered when he tried to sit up.
A grin spread across his lips. “I’m at your command.”
She tossed her head back, reveling in her feminine power. She bent to nibble his collarbone. She traced a line of hair from his chest to a spot just below his belly. When she took him into her mouth, he groaned and clenched the blankets. She loved being able to turn her ruggedly sexy mate into a ball of yearning.
His voice carried a hint of desperation. “Oh, you’re going to kill me with that mouth.”
She smiled as he pulled her up. She straddled his hips. The tip of his cock brushed against her sex. She shivered. As she lowered herself onto him, she sighed. Making love to him was like coming home.
She rocked her hips and bent to kiss him. Their tongues melted together in a seductive embrace. She sat back and rolled her hips, falling into the provocative rhythm he loved so much.
He reached for her breasts, gently caressing her turgid nipples. Her head lolled to one side. She closed her eyes, savoring his touch. When she opened her eyes, he was staring at her with a look of pure lust. She knew that look and braced herself as he flipped her onto her back.
He pushed one of her legs higher and stretched to fill her even more. She quivered at the new intensity and clawed at his chest. She couldn’t wait much longer.
“Stryde,” she begged. “Please.”
He pressed his head into her shoulder and moaned. She arched to meet him one last time. A strangled cry escaped her lips. As she shattered into a million pieces, he exploded deep inside her.
She lay in the circle of his arms, waiting for her breath to return. When she could finally speak, she said, “You’re incredible.”
He kissed her softly before rolling to lie on his side. He leaned on his good arm. With a dreamy look in his eyes, he said, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She smiled and laid a hand on her belly. She had no doubt that Stryde would be a good father to their children.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too… maybe both of you.” He gently laid his hand on her belly.
As she gazed into his shimmering eyes, she knew she’d never be alone again.
Epilogue
Mazus stood on the granite ledge overlooking the gate to the Dark Moon Pack’s den. Lightning slashed through the sky. Frigid rain pelted his face and hands, but he barely felt it. He was far too fixated on revenge.
He should have been chosen to be the new alpha, not Nosh. As far as he was concerned, the wolf was still wet behind the ears, far too young to take on such an important role. He couldn’t understand why the others had been so quick to accept him.
Mazus knew he was destined for greatness. He’d do whatever it took to claim his destiny, even if it meant killing the only wolf who stood in his way.
***The End***
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Deadly Seduction
After suffering a horrific accident, Nosh needs Gwen’s healing hands to help him recover. But when he hints at wanting something more, she withdraws into an all too familiar world of anguish and pain. She can heal his body, but can he heal her soul?
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Claimed by the Wolf Kings (Sexy BBW Pagan Holidays, Book 1)
Description
Kendra, a BBW witch, is stunned when twin wolf kings choose her for an ancient ceremony. She never imagined the virile wolves would pick her over the other initiate witches, but the kings are determined to claim her as their mate.
As the bonfire-lit night progresses, she descends into a carnal awakening unlike anything she could have ever imagined. The men intend to explore every inch of her willing body, but will she be able to satisfy their overwhelming lust?
Excerpt
Kane stood behind her. His rock hard body brushed against her as he poured water down her back. “You have the hips and body of a Goddess. Women should be round and soft. And you… you’re absolutely what we’re looking for.”
Raff closed the distance between them and brushed a feather-light kiss across her mouth. She moaned as Kane used one finger to draw a line from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine. She pressed her breasts against Raff’s chest. Behind her, Kane moved closer.
Sandwiched between the men, she lost track of whose hands caressed her hip
s and whose lips burned a trail of kisses across the hollow of her throat.
Lost in an orgy of sensation, she closed her eyes and fell into their arms. She recognized Raff’s lips as they captured hers again. She returned the passionate kiss with fervor. As her lips parted to welcome his tongue, Kane slid his hand across the lowest part of her belly. She tensed.
Kane whispered. “Relax. Let us worship you.”
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