Enforcer: Reckless Desires (Wolf Shifter Romance) (Alpha Protectors Book 4)

by Arran,Olivia

  “Of course I’ll have you!”

  Grabbing her hand, I yanked her to me with a low growl. “I won the challenge; I chose the prize.”

  Leaning back, she eyed me with anticipation. “And what would that be?”

  “You.”

  “And?”

  “Forever.”

  She lifted a single eyebrow. “Is that all?”

  She wasn’t laughing when I deposited her in the shower, still fully dressed.

  “Hey!”

  I swallowed her protest, pressing her back against the tiles, her head cradled in my hands as I devoured her mouth. Water beat down on us, steam clouds wrapping us tight as I probed and tasted her, my hands sliding down her cheeks and along her jaw.

  Trailing my hands lower, I tugged her soaking wet T-shirt off, up and over her head, flinging it behind me.

  Our skin met, sliding together, her nipples hard points grazing my chest with each sucked in breath, every gasp and moan she uttered.

  No. I’m not going to claim her up against a wall. She deserves a soft bed and comfort and hours of foreplay. And roses. Women like roses, right?

  “Hey, stay with me,” she murmured, doing a damn good impression of a growl as she nipped at my bottom lip.

  “Not like this,” I muttered.

  “Exactly like this.”

  Her hand closed around my cock, squeezing the breath out of my lungs with one flick of her wrist. Locking my knees, I bit back a groan. “You deserve—”

  “For you to finish what you started. Exactly what you started.”

  Her hand slid up my shaft in a slow tease, stealing my breath. “Back in the cell?”

  “I want the man barely in control, the man who can’t think of anything but the need to be inside me. The one who’s only aim is to fuck me so hard, he drives every other thought straight out of my head.” She grabbed my chin, forcing me to really look at her. “I’m not scared of you; I’ll never be scared. I know you won’t hurt me … and I can take everything you’ve got to give, so you’d better bring it.” Then she winked, her lips curling up in a smug smile at the astonishment I knew was clear to see on my face.

  “You sure?” My voice was husky and low, filled with the need to mate.

  “Sometimes I’ll want slow and sweet and gentle.” She shrugged. “Right now? I want hard and fast and out of control.”

  This time there was no doubt in my mind that I’d found my true mate, she was so fucking perfect I couldn’t believe I’d ever mistaken another.

  Before she had finished speaking, the remains of her jeans were lying on the floor in a pile of tattered rags and her legs were wrapped around my waist. I drove into her in one smooth thrust, the walls of her pussy fluttering and welcoming me home.

  Mashing our mouths together, my hips retreated, then thrust forward again and again, the slap of skin echoing loud in the tiled room, the water beating down on us as relentless and punishing as my cock driving into her welcoming heat.

  Her fingers dug into my back, nails scoring my skin as she screamed against my lips.

  “Harder?” I whisper the question against her ear, my muscles straining and flexing tighter and harder than if I were running a race. “Or maybe … this?” Sliding one hand under her ass, I changed my angle, my other hand snaking between our bodies and delving into her damp curls.

  Her clit quivered and throbbed beneath my thumb, the little nub slippery with her wet heat and aching for my attention.

  “Yes …” she cried, her head rocking back and her back arching, coming in pulsating waves of scalding heat.

  She slumped forward, her head hitting my shoulder with a heartfelt sigh.

  “Now, it’s my turn,” I growled. Giving her no chance to object, I twisted off the shower and stepped out of the stall, then carried her off into the bedroom to claim my prize.

  Chapter Thirty

  Frankie

  I knew we were moving; the swaying rhythm gave it away. Cracking open an eyelid, the languid rush of my orgasm still humming in the background, I watched as we approached my bed.

  Though, really, it was our bed now.

  I’d no sooner landed on the bed, then his head was between my thighs, his tongue tasting and licking me like a man starved for food. His clever hands traveled the length of my body, caressing and squeezing, playing every sensitive spot like a maestro wringing the perfect tune from his instrument.

  His tongue drove deep inside me, probing and darting with a stabbing ferocity that had my ass wriggling and hips dancing as I arched into his touch. I could get used to this …

  “You’d better,” was the growled reply from between my legs, alerting me to the fact that I’d moaned my request out loud.

  His growl sent a vibration humming through my core, curling my toes and tingling through my chest. My thighs clamped down around his wide shoulders, holding him in place.

  His tongue retreated.

  My eyes flew open to meet his gray ones, flecked with swirling gold.

  “Mine …” he growled, running a finger through my curls and swirling it through my folds.

  I shivered at the possessiveness of his tone, the almost caveman like demand that I submit to him.

  “Mine,” he growled again, this time dipping and circling his finger where I needed him the most, teasing in light, lingering strokes.

  “Yours,” I gasped, my back arching as he thrust inside, his finger pressing and probing until he found what he was looking for, the sweet secret spot that had me sucking in air.

  I teetered on the edge, my body fighting the sensation of too much, too fast, too high … then I fell, screaming his name, my hands clenching at air and finding nothing, hips bucking and shaking.

  He thrust inside me in a smooth glide, his cock thick and hard and pushing me even higher.

  “And I’m yours,” he whispered, his face a mask of pained pleasure, jaw clenched and teeth gritted, his hips powering forward, pushing me toward another peak and not letting me fall back down to earth.

  Sweat gleamed on his chest, black ink swirling as his muscles tensed and flexed with every grunt and thrust.

  He mesmerized me, and for the first time his emotions were there for me to see. He had a hard face, the kind that made men uneasy and made women either hot as hell or run a mile, but his was my kind of face—unapologetically imperfect and honest. And mine.

  He swiveled his hips, snagging my attention with a growl. “Are you sure? There’s no going back—”

  I laid a finger on his lips, silencing him. “Yes.” I’d never been more sure of anything before.

  He didn’t hide his relief, didn’t pretend or pull any macho bullshit. He put it out there for me to see, trusting me with his doubts and fears.

  His hips jerked, a grimace working through his jaw. “You’re mine and I’m yours, Frankie. You’re all I want and all I need. You’re it for me.” It was short, blunt, and lacking in flowery platitudes, but it was all him.

  His teeth sliced into my throat, just above my collarbone in the softest of touches, lips kissing away the sting and lingering as a shuddering moan ran through him.

  His hips were still moving, his cock still thrusting deep inside me in the most intimate of dances.

  I cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes. “I never thought I’d fall in love; never thought I’d have the chance. Then I met you and I knew my life had changed. You changed me, gave me something to fight for. Now you’re mine and I’m yours, forever.” A weight crashed into my chest, slamming into my heart. Gasping, I cried out as emotions and colors swirled and danced before my eyes, sinking into me with blinding speed.

  “What the—?”

  “The bond of soul mates.”

  “You could’ve warned me!”

  He grinned, his smile edging toward cocky. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

  I could feel him inside my soul, his awe and love wrapping around me and holding me close. And his lust … red hot and bubbling just beneath the surface. I shifted b
eneath him, wrapping my legs around his hips and digging my heels into his ass. “How about you show me just how this thing works?”

  He shuddered above me, the smirk fading until his smile was tinged with raw heat. “Like you have to ask.” He sped up, our moans merging together and echoing in the silent room, our bodies crashing and coming apart in a wave of fluid passion.

  We crested the wave together, his fingers twined with mine, our eyes locked in a silent promise. Heat erupted from me, spreading out through my limbs and filling my heart.

  He swallowed my cry with a tender kiss, his groan muffled and drawn out as he jerked deep within me.

  Clasping me to his chest, he rolled, pulling me on top of him with a contented sigh. His hand stroked down my back to rest on the swell of my ass as I snuggled against his chest. “No regrets?”

  “None.” He already knew the answer, just like I could feel his satisfaction singing through the bond.

  My eyelids grew heavy, the events of the day catching up and kicking my ass. My last thought as I drifted off into sleep was of two gray-eyed babies with mops of black hair and twin angelic smiles. “If we have a baby, will it be a werewolf?” I murmured, my voice already slurred by the tug of sleep.

  “Shifter, and probably. Though sometimes shifter and human pairings have a human child, it’s rare.”

  “Good. I want my babies to be wolves, like their daddy.”

  “Babies?”

  I thought about replying, but dreamland was calling.

  Epilogue

  Frankie

  Six months later …

  “Frankie, I’ve told you before, we can’t work like this.”

  “Stop being a grumpy ass and give me a hand.” Giving my mate the stink eye, I picked up the gun and twirled it in my hand.

  “Careful!” he snatched it away, a pained look on his face. Like he was worried I’d shoot him in the balls, or something equally painful.

  “I’m pregnant, not an idiot,” I snapped, lunging at the gun, the über cute paw print pendant he’d bought me to replace the silver cross swinging between us.

  “You’re experiencing cabin fever—”

  “Because you won’t let me work.”

  “How the hell do you expect to work given your—” he pulled up short at the look in my eye.

  Crossing my arms, I tapped my foot. “Given my what?”

  His hand circled in the general direction of my stomach. My very large, round, aching stomach.

  “I’m a whale!” The dam broke, tears flooding my cheeks. I was immediately swept off my feet and cuddled on his lap, the glue gun lying abandoned and forgotten on the floor.

  “Shhhh … you’re pregnant—”

  I jerked back, eyeing him the way I might eye the mentally insane. “You think?”

  “—And you’re feeling a little …”

  “If you say emotional I’m going to …” I blanked. I was a damn ex-assassin and I couldn’t think up a punishment that was both relevant and kickass. “I’m broken!” I wailed.

  His burst of answering panic shot through the bond, flooding me with adrenaline that had my heart racing and my ears ringing. The room swam as I swayed in his arms.

  Tilting my face to his, he pressed a kiss to my lips, grounding me. “You are not broken, you’re perfect. You’re carrying our babies, giving them a home until they’re ready to meet the world.” He kissed me again, this time stealing my breath. He pulled away, not giving me a chance to speak. “You’re a goddamn superwoman! I love you and you know I think you’re the most gorgeous woman in the world. Fact: you’re so sexy and luscious that every time I see you I want to bend you over and fuck the living daylights out of you.”

  That was my mate; he knew exactly what to say to divert one of my, by now epic and famous, meltdowns. His lust flooded the bond, caressing me and settling the uncertainty that the flood of hormones had stirred up. “Just how much do you want to bend me over?” My stomach wasn’t too unwieldy, not yet, anyway, and the rest of the F.U.R team were all out on assignments …

  His growl was the only answer I needed.

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  Olivia Arran is a USA Today bestselling author. She has been an avid reader since childhood, forgoing sleep to devour page after page by torchlight. As an adult she still reads voraciously, but also enjoys penning her own tales of romance. Steamy, paranormal, strong alpha heroes, and feisty heroines - Olivia writes what she likes to read and hopes you like it too!

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