by Bonnie Vanak
A low moan escaped her as she saw the image he verbally painted. Kieran’ naked, muscular body straddling hers, his enormous shaft straining in eagerness as it nudged inside her.
Her core clenched, squeezed with want. Ella tossed her head, the cascade of feelings tumbling through her with frightening speed.
The strokes on his cock ceased. The tip of his penis was purple and moisture seeped from the slit.
Dampness gushed from her in a river. She strained against her bonds as Kieran sank a single finger into her core. With his thumb, he circled her clit and then he moved his finger inside her wet core.
“Feel me now inside you, doesn’t that feel good, you’re so wet and your honey is drenching me, ah, your scent is driving me fucking out of my mind.”
He slid his finger upward, hitting a sensitive pleasure center and she shrieked. The rubbing with his thumb continued, growing faster and faster as the pleasured heat inside her grew. The coiled tension in her loins built higher. She strained to touch him, to feel his warm flesh beneath her trembling fingers, to guide his thick shaft inside her.
“That’s it, my sweet Ella, let go, let go, come for me,” he commanded.
Then his finger hit that spot again, as his thumb circled, and she arched upward with a loud shriek of his name.
Her body shook with hard violence, the shudders frightening and yet so real, her sobs of pleasure turned into gurgling laughter. She was feeling, flying and never wanted to land.
When she sank back to the mattress, he watched her with male satisfaction. Ella gulped down a breath. “What was that?”
“That was what I have wanted to do to you for three long months.” He untied her bonds.
Ella sat up, her inner core straining to be filled. He sat back, his engorged cock straining toward her. Well fine, two could play this game.
She seized his erection. Kieran gasped. Ella explored his cock, the blue veins roping it, the heavy sac beneath it. She touched the weeping tip with a finger and put the finger into her mouth. Salty.
A groan escaped him as she sucked her finger.
Wanting to pleasure him as he’d done for her, she bent down and licked the head very slowly.
“Open your mouth wider.” His deep voice was hoarse.
As she did, he pushed himself into the wet cavern. She swirled her tongue around him, as if licking ice cream. Kieran threw back his head, groaning as her movements became more urgent and faster.
Then he pulled away. “Enough. I have to fuck you, now.”
Pushing her back onto the bed, Kieran nudged his hips between hers, opening her wide. His expression darkened. She recognized his wild urge to mate. Taut with strain, his hard body moved over hers. His penis nudged, demanding entry.
Ella opened her legs wide and slid her arms around him, feeling the muscles on his back. He was her anchor in this maelstrom of sensation. Kieran swept her hair aside and nuzzled her neck, his warm breath feathering over her skin. Then he kissed her, his mouth moving over hers.
Pleasure rippled through her at the erotic plunge of his tongue. She withdrew and tasted the warm salt of his shoulder, nibbling and doing a little biting of her own.
Then Kieran rubbed his cock along her drenched slit in long, teasing strokes. The warm throbbing circulated through her whole body. She felt ready, open for him. Writhing, she pumped her hips upward in nameless, urgent pleading.
“Now,” he murmured.
He pushed inside her. Balancing himself on his hands on either side of her, Kieran looked down where their bodies were joining.
He nudged forward again until she wriggled beneath him with impatience. Silky hairs from his chest chafed her sensitive breasts. Then he thrust deeper, his cock nudging her open wider. Her wet core clenched hard around him.
“You’re so damn tight, so tight, feels so good,” he groaned.
He coaxed her mouth to hers, kissing her, probing his tongue inside her mouth. She kissed him back, savoring the warmth of his wet mouth. Ella wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss.
With each stroke of his cock inside her body, she felt merged with him. Bonded with him fully. Deepening his thrusts, he changed the angle, creating a hot, sweet tension in her loins. Ella clung to him, pumping her hips upward. He whispered things to her, encouraging her to release her wildest inhibitions…
She climaxed hard, her body convulsing and bucking as she screamed out his name. Nails dug into his sweat-slicked back.
Then Kieran arched back. Tendons and sinew on neck bulged as he threw back his head and groaned her name. His powerful body bucked and shuddered, the warm spurt of his seed filling her. He eased down onto her, his breathing ragged.
He slowly slid out of her swollen sheath and then lay besides her. Kieran pulled her into his arms. The staccato pounding of their hearts and their mingled, gasped breaths gradually quieted.
Ella rolled over, running her fingers across his sweat-dampened chest. “Next time, cat, I’m on top. I have a mating frenzy of my own to fulfill.”
“Yes,” he promised. “Later. I have something to ask you first”
He rolled out of bed and opened the window. Crisp winter air flowed into the bedroom as he joined her back on the bed. For a few minutes, they lay together, limbs entwining, sweat from their bodies cooling in the air.
“I love you, Ella,” he murmured.
She touched his cheek. “I love you, Kieran. I want you with me, always. Are you my new partner?”
“For assignments, yes. Get dressed.”
She wagged her eyebrows. “No more sex?”
But his expression turned serious. “Not until I get an answer from you.”
They both conjured clothing and sat on the bed’s edge. He raised an eyebrow at her lime green dress and the bright pink sash.
“You’ve spent far too much time with the Crystal Wizard, and you’ve taken on his love of wild colors,” he told her.
Ella smiled. “This is me, Kieran. I’ve suppressed my love of color until you coaxed out my true self.”
Kieran knelt down and took her hand. “Ella-mine, will you be my forever mate and not merely my partner to fight evil? Without you my life is not complete. I am the ice to your fire, the balance we both need in each other.”
A lump clogged her throat. Ever since Kieran had left her, she’d felt empty and alone. Her other half, the male who made her laugh, watched her six, would sacrifice his life for her happiness, was gone.
“I can bear whatever I must, as long as you are with me, Kieran. It’s not going to be easy. I don’t know what our lives will be like.”
He stood, drawing her into his arms. “I know. I would have it no other way.”
He kissed her, melting her from the inside out. His mouth was warm, oh, so warm, and his arms were strong and comforting. She wanted to stay there forever.
When he pulled away, there was a glint in his dark gaze. “But if you will, let’s remain in Colorado as our home base. I do love the cold.”
She laughed. “I can’t say we’ll be home often because of my assignments, but yes, that’s my plan.”
They faced many challenges in the coming days. Ella still wasn’t comfortable with the terrible magick endowing her. It was scary, having this much power. But Kieran would ground her and help her through it.
Life would be filled with excitement, frustration, challenges and inevitably, pain. It would never be boring again.
And with Kieran at her side, Ella knew it would be filled with love.
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s featuring other characters in this novel, here’s a list of them.
The Mating Game, Xavier’s romance
The Mating Ritual, Gideon’s romance (where you first meet Kieran)
The Mating Season, Tristan’s romance (introduces Drust, the dragon shifter)
The Mating Chase, the FREE story on Amazon that starts the series.
Please read on for a preview of SNOWBOUND WITH THE ALPHA WOLF, Adrian and Darcy’s love story.
Copyright 2017 Bonnie Vanak
Colorado, ten years ago.
Cold. He was so damn cold and alone, the ice spearing his very bones.
I’m not going to die out here.
Adrian Paulson struggled against the blinding snow stinging his eyes. Drifts four feet deep covered this rugged terrain, with treacherous ice beneath. One slip and he’d tumble down the jagged mountain, becoming shattered bones and smashed skin.
I’m not going to die out here, he repeated silently. Adrian huddled deeper into the thinly lined parka they’d given him. The thin trousers and hiking boots were soaked in the last hour. Blisters formed on his feet from the too-big hiking boots. He’d already hiked five miles when the rain turned to ice and then snow.
Real nice of his pack alpha, to let him have clothing that would provide little protection against the blizzard. Then again, his alpha wanted to send him naked into the storm. Into the land where no pack dared to venture, for the snow came here early. Winter was brutal.
This was the land where Lars, his alpha, sent Lupines to die.
Wind whistled through the pine boughs, tore at the hood of his parka as he struggled to reach the forest. Blinding snow made it hard to see more than two feet in front of him. If he could get to that mound of rock, find a cave and shelter, he’d make it.
But weakened from seven days of starvation forced on him as punishment, he barely had the strength to walk. The pack alpha had denied him raw meat as well, so he could not shift into his wolf.
Something lay ahead in the snow – a mound. Perhaps a shelter? He walked quicker, his heart racing with hope. Something glinted in the blinding white, a speck of gold. But when he reached the mound, he discovered it was a corpse.
A cheap gold necklace, once cherished, ringed the dead person’s neck. No, not a person, a human or Skin as Lupines called him. But a frail old wolf, sick and bedridden, unable to produce work for Lars.
He reached out, stroked the frozen face, the sightless eyes staring skyward.
“Gran,” he whispered, his throat raw and scraped.
Grief consumed him. Adrian lifted his face to the sky and howled.
His alpha detested the weak and the elderly, and those who could not work in the mine, were sent out into the elements to die.
Alone and afraid, and starve to death.
Gently he covered the frail bones with snow and said a silent good-bye. Tears trickled down his frozen cheeks. He scrubbed them away. No tears, but revenge.
He kept plodding on, but the blinding snow confused him. No forest. No cave.
Exhausted, at his limit, he slipped and fell. Adrian lay upon the snow, his body growing numb.
I’m going to die out here. What a fucking waste.
He refused to howl or mourn. Refused to give up. Just a rest. A small rest and I’ll push on. But deep inside, he knew he was dying.
He rolled over, closing his eyes against the stinging snowfall. Silently he made a vow: If I get out of this, my goddess Danu, I promise I will form my own pack and shelter and protect any elderly Lupine who asks me for refuge.
Something white fluttered nearby. Adrian forced his eyes open.
A snowy owl perched on a jutting rock a few feet away. Unblinking, it looked at him, tilting its head.
He gave a faint smile. “Figures. A damn bird. Would you be a vulture, you’d have fresh meat to gnaw on soon. I’m dying. Do me the favor of waiting until I’m dead at least.”
The bird did not move.
“I hate birds,” he muttered. Adrian looked at the sky. “Couldn’t you have sent a cute female instead? A last kiss instead of a damn bird?”
As if the goddess heard him, the owl changed. A woman sat on the rock, clad in a white snowsuit. Dark hair spilling from the hood she’d pulled over her head whipped in the wind. She could be lovely, or ugly, he cared not.
“You’re not real,” he said hoarsely. “But since this is a hallucination, could you stop staring at me?”
Still silent, she remained motionless.
“Are you one of Lars’ punishments?” He gave a hoarse laugh. “All this to torment me? He threw me out here. Isn’t that enough?”
Then she spoke, her voice as sweet as wind chimes. “Why did he throw you out?”
Adrian dropped his head into the snow. “I challenged him for leadership. Didn’t like how he abused the weak and the elderly.”
“You’re awfully young to challenge a powerful alpha.” She tilted her head again. “What are you, twenty years old?”
“I am a purebred alpha,” he muttered. “And I’m twenty-one. Go away, mirage. I have memories enough to torment me.”
She came through the snow, knelt down next to him. “I give of my life so you may live.”
The lovely mirage kissed him.
Her mouth was soft and warm, so wonderfully warm. Adrian trembled as he kept kissing her. His blood fired and sang, and incredible heat pulsed through his frozen body, as if she’d immersed him into a soothing bath. Power flowed through him, as if all the magick in the world suffused his body. And then it faded, leaving him shivering and cold once more.
The woman pulled away and he knew she was a mere mirage. Hallucination brought on by his brain, unable to cope with the terror or perishing in this wilderness alone. He might die today, but on his own terms.
“Just leave me. Go,” he ordered. “I don’t want you to watch me die.”
The woman stood, and whistled.
Adrian managed to lift his head. What he saw stunned him into silence.
Dozens of wolves bounded through the snow, coming from every direction. Howling, they rushed forward. Adrian’s instinct urged him to stand, fight, and die like the warrior he was. But he was far too weak.
He waited for them to pounce, to rip his throat. He imagined the warm gush of his blood flowing upon the pure white snow.
Let it be quick and merciful.
But as he turned his head, the woman herself turned into a snowy white wolf. She loped forward, lay down and curled next to him. Shocking warmth surrounded him. The wolves did the same, huddling close, providing him with their heat.
Adrian closed his eyes, comforted by their bodies. He reached out and stroked the white wolf’s fur.
When he opened his eyes again, the blizzard had abated. All around him the mountain sparkled white, ice dripping off the pine boughs. The wolves were gone. But the woman in white sat next to him. She offered her arm.
“My name is Darcy. Can you stand?”
Through cracked lips that trembled, he managed to speak. “Yes.”
“There is a cave not far from here. The other Lupines are there, with food and water for you. I’m not strong enough to carry you, but you may lean on me.”
Her eyes were brilliant, a moss green, her Cupid’s bow mouth that pursed now into a small smile.
“I know you’re a big, arrogant alpha and probably not willing to be helped by a woman, but perhaps you can make an exception this time.”
He was arrogant, but not stupid. Adrian took the hand she offered and leaned on her as they pushed through the snow.
Darcy, he repeated to himself. His savior. He would never forget her, nor her kiss. As he leaned on her, Adrian inhaled her fresh, sweet scent of wildflowers and citrus. Though she was slight, there was strength in those slender shoulders.
Strength in her spirit as well.
He would never forget her, nor his promise to Danu to protect the weak and the frail. When he formed his own pack, he would need a mate at his side.
Some day, Darcy, I will make you mine. You will be my queen.
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The Werewolves of Montana series in order
The Mating Chase (Dale)
The Mating Hunt (Kyle)
The Mating Seduction (Jackson)
The Mating Rite (Darius, Aiden’s beta wolf)
The Mating Intent (Gabriel)
The Mating Challenge (Aiden, alpha of the Mitchell pack)
The Mating Season (Tristan, the Silver Wizard)
The Mating Destiny (Alex, a dragon prince)
The Mating Game (Xavier, the Crystal Wizard) Coming early 2017
Mating Minis set within the Werewolves of Montana world
Seduction (JJ, Aiden’s good friend)
Obsession (Raphael, JJ’s beta wolf)
Passion (Jake from Aiden’s pack)
Redemption (Robert, Lupine alpha and friend to Aiden)
Temptation (Sebastian, dragon shifter)
The Werewolf Cowboy (Grayson)
The Mating Frenzy
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