Her panther knew.
Laken was the only one who was late to the program.
He looked down at the stunning display of her sex, glistening with the evidence of her orgasm. She studied him as if she wasn’t sure what to expect. He pulled her off the counter, spied a bed through an open door and carried her there, then dropped her on the dark red bedspread. She lay there, propped on her elbows, eyes glued on him.
Silent.
Ky stripped with the brutal efficiency of a field soldier and crawled on top of her, not allowing his body to touch hers. He knelt in front of her and touched the hardness of his length. Her eyes were glued on his cock, a hunger in their depths.
He rubbed the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum. When her tongue made a tiny appearance, peeking out just enough to moisten her lower lip, he lost it. He lowered himself, pushing her down, arranging his body over hers, feeling her moist heat rising to greet the swollen head of his cock.
Taking her hands, he lifted them over her head and tucked his cock against her opening, then stretched her, slowly, pressing himself deeper, controlling the beast in him that wanted to rip through the motions and claim her with a ferocity that wouldn’t be denied.
He thumbed her clit as he eased himself deeper until he was buried to the hilt, fully encased in her, sheathed in heat and slickness. Her grunt as he buried himself deep was fuel to his need. When she started to move her hips, rocking against his, pushing him deeper and deeper, drawing him in then releasing him, he ground his teeth to keep from releasing.
How could he tell her he hadn’t been with another woman since her? He’d fantasized, dreamed, wished, and hoped for something like they’d shared. No woman could compare to her when she was clothed. He knew no woman would compare to her naked.
He began to match her rocking with long, slow strokes, measured drives that were meant to control his escalation.
She groaned. He covered her mouth with his, drinking in the sound, swallowing her passion, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. He fully wrapped himself around her as he picked up the pace, driving deeper. Deeper. Harder. Faster.
When she cried out his name, her eyes open and dark with that amber flame in her depths, he went over the edge.
“Say you’re mine. Say it. Forever. Now.” Every word was pushed out of his mouth, propelled by his passion, ripped from his chest.
“I’m yours,” Laken whispered.
“Forever,” he growled.
“Forever.”
With a roar, he sank his teeth into her neck, puncturing the flesh, making her his with the eternal couple bond of his kind.
***
Laken took a long, deep breath, careful not to disrupt his rest. He’d bonded with her. The delicate pain-pleasure of the bite, followed by his tongue’s long, rough draw against the torn flesh, had made her climax again, releasing her from her battle, surrendering her to the love she knew he offered.
“You’re mine,” he groaned in his sleep. He flung his arm around her.
She couldn’t argue with that. She’d always been his.
All of her.
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Soul of the Alpha
by Renee George
A Curvy Woman With a Killer Curse and an Alpha Werewolf Who is Determined to Love Her...
Even If It Costs Him His Life.
Georgia Berne does more than sing the blues...she lives them. Struck with a curse that can kill any man she loves, the twenty-two-year-old songstress has resigned herself to being alone. The last thing she expected was tall and gorgeous Eric Adamsen to claim her as his soul mate. As an Alpha Mage of the LuKaine Wolf Pack, his declaration turns Georgia's world and heart upside down.
Once Eric realizes the dangers of her curse and the origins of its deadly intent, he will stop at nothing to save his woman...even if it means dying.
Eric dragged Georgia through the hallway of his apartment building just off Delmar Boulevard. He’d never been so angry. Meeting his other half should have been the happiest moment of his life. Eric was a LuKaine Alpha, amongst one of the most powerful packs in the world. They took pride in mastering not only their magic, but also their ability to control the more animalistic parts of their nature. Georgia reduced him to a Neanderthal, the kind of man who would, if pushed, resort to hitting a woman over the head and dragging her back to his cave.
He glared at her as they stepped out of the elevator and into the fourth floor hallway. He grimaced when she smiled. A twinkle of wicked promise played in her beautiful green eyes.
Damn her! Just sex! Just sex, indeed!
Eric hurried to his apartment, unlocking the door and dragging Georgia inside. She stripped off her shirt, her large breasts covered only with a beige lacy bra. Drawing her to his chest, Eric lifted Georgia up and she straddled his waist. She locked her legs around his back, pressing her wet heat against his stiffening cock.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” she murmured into his ear.
He pushed her back against the wall. She cried out from the force, but didn’t complain. She likes it rough, he mused. Good. His wolf wanted to take her hard and fast. His wolf wanted to show this stubborn woman no mercy.
His cock throbbed tight against his jeans as he pulled Georgia’s skirt up around her waist. No underwear. Her curly mound crushed against his abdomen. He slid a finger between the folds of her sex, kneading her swollen clit. A moan of appreciation escaped her soft, pouty lips. Pushing his finger into her, he was amazed at the fevered heat. She bucked her hips as he drove in the second finger.
“Naked,” she panted. “Must get naked.”
Eric jerked his head up to see the raw passion in her eyes. He’d never been with such an aggressive woman—a woman so out of control. Even amongst the LuKaine, a female in heat had more restraint than Georgia did. He didn’t understand her urgency. “We have time.”
She stripped out of her bra before pushing up and off him, standing with her back to the wall. “You have time, lover.” Georgia jumped onto the bed then shimmied out of her skirt.
Eric inhaled sharply. Her curvy hips and slightly rounded belly astounded him. Her breasts were lush, beautiful. Just right.
“You gonna stand there gawking, or are you going to get your clothes off and join me?” She wiggled her toes in his direction.
His body, raging and pulsing with need, left little thought of anything but driving between her thighs. He slapped back his animal, the part of him with no care other than baser desires. He wanted to be different for Georgia. To be more. She is my soul. She deserves more. He would cherish her whether she wanted to be cherished or not. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt. He slid the sleeves down his arms and let the shirt linger in his hands before dropping it to the floor. His belt fell next.
“Ooo la la.” Georgia whistled her appreciation. “That’s it. Strip for me, baby.”
Eric couldn’t help but notice the moisture glistening between her legs as she spread them before him in anticipation. His pants hit the floor next, his shaft, rock-hard and fully erect, springing from his abdomen.
“Oh yeah. That’s a good boy.” She licked her lips.
Eric growled, the noise rumbling from his chest. He fought to keep his wolf from surfacing, from forcing a claim.
Georgia leaned over the bed, her long legs stretched out as she reached for her skirt. She pulled out a condom and waved it at him. “Come here, sexy.”
Georgia had been born for him—his soul. When they kissed, it was the first time his restless spirit felt content. She should feel the same attachment. Something was wrong with her, something that stopped her taking him seriously. Maybe someone had harmed her in the past, or some other kind of trauma happened, and it had led to this reck
less unsatisfied life of hers. Otherwise, how could such a beautiful woman be so cold about sex? About love? Whatever the reason, Eric was determined to thaw her out.
***
Georgia couldn’t stop staring at Eric’s body. His chest was broad and muscular with a dusting of light brown hair that led down his eight-pack abs to a happy trail that made her very happy. She’d nearly fallen off the bed when he pulled his pants off. His large cock jutted long and hard from his groin. The sight made her want to lick every inch of his shaft and balls. She throbbed, slick with anticipation.
Most of the time, she only had sex because it was necessary, never achieving orgasm. The men were like back scratchers—strictly used to satisfy an unwanted itch. She wanted Eric more than any lover before, and the feeling petrified her. But why was he just standing there?
Fine, she thought. If Mohammad won’t go to the mountain, then the mountain will go to Mohammad.
She slid off the bed, crawling on all fours, cat-like in her movements. When she reached his side, she sighed, rubbing her face against his calves then up his thighs. She contracted around him as she felt a shudder roll through his body and down his legs. The head of his shaft brushed against her hair. She ached to have him place his hands on her breasts, plunge his fingers into her drenched sex again, then fuck her until the scalding ecstasy took all the bad shit away. She missed his warm mouth, tasting of sassafras and cinnamon, over hers, and longed to kiss him.
His skin smelled sharply of rosemary and a sweet musk. She breathed him in deeply, her body tingling with excitement. She placed her nose and mouth to where his testicles met his thigh.
“Eric.” She breathed the word over his skin and could feel his sac tighten in response. She had not given a man head since high school. It was too personal, too intimate, and she’d given so much of herself away to the curse. But with Eric, she wanted to roll his balls in her mouth and swallow his swollen cock until it pressed into the soft part of her throat. With Eric, she wanted to pretend the sex mattered. She heard a growl and couldn’t tell if it came from her mouth or his.
He wended his fingers into her hair and yanked her head back to look at him. The small stab of pain appeased her more primal instincts, adding to her desire.
“Tonight you will feel pleasure like you have never known.” His voice was low and heavy with need.
The promise of his words left her trembling and weak.
“Back at you,” she said, feeling like an idiot for being so flippant. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue. It drew tight against the inside of her lips. She licked up the large vein under his heavy shaft then rimmed the under edge of his engorged head. Her lips parted over the glans and her tongue flickered out to taste the pre-cum pearled on top.
“Can you come more than once?”
“Many times,” he assured her.
“No lie?”
“No lie.”
She didn’t need to hear any more. “Excellent.” She slid his thick cock into her giving mouth.
A moan poured from Eric. “My Georgia.” His voice was tight and raspy.
His Georgia, she mused. Much to her chagrin, the possessiveness in the words sent a thrill through her. It didn’t matter. For this one moment, this one night, she would be his. She grabbed his muscular ass and pulled his hips toward her until she thought she would gag. Her throat gave, opened for him, past the reflex, until he touched the back.
“Georgia!” he cried out. He jerked his hips back then pitched forward again, forcing himself in deep.
Georgia could feel his shaft tauten, engorged with hot blood, filling her mouth and throat. The sensation caused her stomach to flutter and she felt her own juices flow down her thighs. She squeezed his ass, fingernails breaking the delicate skin, and urged him on, undulating her tongue up and down as he fucked her mouth. His breathing became irregular, harsh and ragged. She wanted him to come for her, to bring him to orgasm and taste his creamy seed.
She rubbed a hand over the lower area of his cock lubricated with her saliva. Most guys, she would have just opened her legs for the quick fuck, but not Eric. With him, she wanted to savor every inch. She rolled his balls, her finger sliding against the sensitive skin just under and back from where they hung.
Eric’s fingers wound in her hair. “Yes,” he moaned. “So good, my soul.”
She’d heard many things from men’s mouths when they were coming, but my soul was a new one for Georgia. Strangely, it excited her, made her want to take him even more. She sucked and licked and nibbled as the tension from his fisted grip pulled her hair, creating a slightly painful sensation that only added to her desire. She swallowed hard, her throat clamping down on the tip of his shaft.
Eric’s hips bucked as he cried out. He held Georgia firmly to his groin as she drank him in, all of him, her eyes watering as she sucked every last drop, and held it in her mouth until it began to soften. His semen tasted of the same spices as his mouth, cinnamon and sassafras.
When he finally let loose of her hair, Eric dropped to his knees in front of Georgia. His shoulders trembled as he smoothed her hair down over her arms.
She fortified herself against his piercing gray eyes that seemed to see right into her very core.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he told her.
Georgia stroked her fingers down his cheek. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”
For the first time in years, she felt shame—all the resentment replaced with regret. She shook her head. No regrets, Georgia. Just sex. She knew it was a lie even as the thought entered her mind. Eric was different. Why or how, she didn’t know. He invaded her in ways no physical lover could. She might not ever be with him again, but she would never forget this moment. How perfect he made her feel.
Chapter Five
As he knelt before Georgia, Eric worried she might have second thoughts. She had brought him release quicker than any of his trainers and the white hot of his climax still burned bright through his body. He leaned forward and touched his lips to hers. She fell against his mouth with a greedy passion, sucking his tongue with the same ferocity she had his cock. Tasting himself on her lips, his shaft stirred. He could feel the blood surging its way to his groin once more. Her hand cupped his balls then grasped his thickening length.
She broke from the kiss. “You weren’t kidding about the ‘many times,’ were you?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t kid.”
She smiled. “I get that.”
His strength regained, he lifted her from the floor and placed her on the bed. His erection pressed hard against her stomach as he kissed her neck, moving his way to her breasts. In that moment, he noticed the three red birthmarks near a crescent mark on her chest. Strangely, they pulsed as his lips traveled over them toward her breasts as if a recognition of some kind. He teased one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, his tongue flickering over the tightly drawn crux.
“Oh yes, yes,” she murmured.
Her legs parted for him. She raised her hips against him, grinding her sex against his him.
“Not yet,” he chided. She would have to wait until he finished satisfying his own need to taste her, to drink her into him.
He slid his tongue down her stomach. Her skin quivered under his touch. The back of his hand traveled up her thigh until his fingers reached the soft folds of her damp sex. He spread her with one hand and twirled his tongue around her inflamed clit, sinking a finger from his other hand into her wet sex. He glided in and out of her in the same rhythm he used to lick and suck her swollen bundle. Every nerve in his body sizzled at the taste of her. He thrust another finger in and she cried out in pleasure. Just inches inside, he rimmed her with his fingers, rubbing and caressing.
She clenched around him, but rocked her hips forward to take his fingers deeper. He kept up the quick, firm flicking of his tongue over her clitoris while he continued to thrust his fingers. He felt her explosive release as her back arche
d and her muscles grew suddenly rigid
“God, yes. YES!” she screamed out, her body jerking and shaking in final ecstasy, her fluids gushing as she came for him. He withdrew his fingers from her depths and replaced them with his tongue. He plunged in deep, curling his tongue against the ridges as he lapped at the feminine juices flowing from her. His wolf crawled to the surface wanting more, demanding more.
He raised his head enough to glance up her body to see the satisfied, yet… crazy look in her eyes? His smile vanished.
“Are you all right?”
She shook her head, eyes wild, edged with insanity. “No.” The word came harsh, guttural. “Eric, fuck me, please. I need you inside my body. I need you to release inside me.” Tears streaked her cheeks. Frankly, it scared him. Why had he ignored his instincts? There was something wrong with her, something beyond a traumatic past. He now sensed a malevolent magic that, had he been paying attention, he might have noticed sooner.
“What’s happening, Georgia?” He needed her to explain. He couldn’t help if he didn’t know what force was taking her.
Georgia clutched at her chest where her birthmarks pulsed above her breast. They had turned from strawberry pink to ruby red and when he placed his hand over hers, he could feel the magic at work. Strangely familiar, yet foreign. He likened the sensation to his own essence of magic, but he’d never seen anything this malicious. The marks began to move under her skin.
“Now!” she screamed. “Quit talking and fuck me now!”
His cock stiffened even more, and he cursed himself. Here she lay, going nuts, and not in a good way, and he was still aching to fill her.
She grabbed his hair and yanked him up the length of her body. “Condom.” She ripped into the foil packet, frantically and expertly distributing the latex sheath down his rigid shaft, and in one smooth movement he was sheathed balls deep inside her gripping sex.
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