She cried out, her hands sliding on the floor, forcing her shoulders down to the ground. It changed the angle, made her even tighter. Steve swore, holding back his orgasm by his fingernails and a prayer.
He followed her down, pressing until her chest was flat on the floor before shifting slightly. He grabbed hold of her hips as he continued to pound into her.
When her fingers started scrabbling on the hardwood floors, he knew she was close. “Come, baby. Come for me.”
The first wave of her orgasm triggered his own, sending him over the edge into dark ecstasy. He choked out a cry, the pleasure almost tipping over into pain as the orgasm rushed through him. He poured himself into her, gasping as the pleasure went on and on.
Graciela keened, the sound almost a howl, her pussy a tight, wet vise gripping him hard. When he leaned over and licked the mark he’d left on her neck, she shuddered, more ripples from her wet heat sending shockwaves through his system.
At the end they were both panting, gasping, covered in sweat and utterly spent. He collapsed next to her and cuddled her close, not caring that they were still on the cold, unforgiving floor. When she practically draped herself on top of him, he purred with pleasure. The feel of her skin sliding against his, slick and smelling of the two of them, damn near made him hard again. “So.”
She stroked her fingers through his chest hairs, her leg sliding up until her knee rested just below his balls. “So?”
“I think I could get used to this dog shit.”
She giggled, and it was one of the most beautiful sounds she’d ever heard. “Dog shit?” She wrinkled her nose. “Ew.”
“Yeah.” He tried to hide his grin, fully aware that she was still somehow in his head, reading his emotions. “We need to do this in the woods.”
She lifted her head from his chest, her smile lighting her whole face. “The woods?”
He tried to keep his expression innocent, knowing he failed. “That’s where dog shit happens, right?”
“Ugh. Knock it off with that shit.” She rested her head against his chest again as he chuckled. “You’re not that cute, Mr. Hoode.”
“Yes, I am.” He puffed out his chest, losing it when she giggled again. God, when was the last time he’d felt so comfortable around a woman? Any of the ones he’d known before would have taken his head off for daring to make that kind of joke.
Graciela not only laughed, she played along.
Her laughter faded away as she resumed stroking his chest hair. “We have some decisions to make.”
He nodded. “Like whether or not the Flyers will beat the Rangers in the next game?”
“The Flyers are going to rip them a new asshole, but that’s beside the point.”
He shuddered. “That’s it. We’re through.” He stroked her back lazily, making no move to stand up. He tsked. “Mated to a Flyers fan. Now I know the Mayans were right when they said the world was going to end. They just got the date wrong.”
She tilted her chin until she was gazing up at him. “How do you feel about living here?”
He shrugged. He’d known, the moment he was told he was Pack, that odds were good if he survived, he’d be making the mountains his home again. Hell, his parents would probably be thrilled. They still owned a craft store about twenty minutes away. Part of him would miss New York, but he could visit anytime he wished. He’d keep his condo there and just bring Graciela with him. “I’d love to.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Liar. You hate the cold.”
His heart pounding, he pulled her up until he could kiss her nose. “Yeah, but I love you more.”
The sweet smile that graced her face was more than worth the snow.
Epilogue
“What have you done?” Graciela was giggling like a little girl. It was the cutest thing Steve had seen in a long time. Even better was the cleavage on the dark red, V-neck dress she wore. The dress hugged her curves and showcased her golden skin to perfection. The gold, strappy heels were the sexiest things he’d seen in years. He had every intention of taking her home after the reception and fucking her while she wore nothing but those pretty little heels.
He wanted to rip the eyes out of any male who glanced her way, even the mated ones. Maybe she’d be willing to dress Amish when they were in public?
“Me?” He held his hand to his chest, doing his best to look innocent.
Rick stood next to Graciela, shaking his head in disbelief. “I never would have believed it.” He sipped his champagne and turned to the petite blonde tucked under his arm. “My Luna?”
“My Alpha?” Belle arched a brow at her mate.
“Did you have anything to do with this?”
“Pfft. If I had, do you think I would tell you?”
Graciela giggled again.
Ted clapped Steven on the shoulder, hard enough to stagger him. “Holy shit, Hoode, how the hell did you convince him to do that?”
Steve stared at the dance floor, where Dave was currently dancing with his new husband, Ben. The man was shaking his booty left and right, the hot-pink tulle tutu swaying around his hips as Ben laughed his ass off. “I can be very persuasive when I want to be.”
“Meaning he got me to nag Dave until he agreed.” Charlie sauntered up, the blonde looking utterly regal in the black, feminine tux she’d insisted on wearing as Dave’s best woman. She eyed the couple on the dance floor, completely ignoring the Wolf who’d gone quiet and still next to her. “Not that I had to nag much. I basically showed him the tulle, he snagged it, end of story.”
Ted was staring at Charlie like a starving man would eye a cheese plate. “But why pink?”
She shrugged. “I like pink.” She pointed toward Ben as the others laughed. “Why is Ben wearing that T-shirt under his tux?”
This time Steve was the one who snickered. Ben’s T-shirt declared him to be Dave’s trophy wife, the dark brown shirt matching his eyes exactly. “He loves that thing.”
“He wears it to Pack meetings all the time.” Belle shrugged. “Something to do with holding on to hope, he said.”
“No, I know about that. I was in Disney World with them. Why is he wearing it today?”
“I think he wore it for Dave.” Ben would do anything for Dave, even wear something that was totally humiliating. Strangely enough, now that Steven had gone through the change, he scented both Ben and Dave on that shirt. He had to wonder what that meant.
Then he had to mentally scrub his brain as images flew fast, furious and…ew. Not how he wanted to picture his best friend, thank you very much, no matter how happy he was with his lover.
“I think my favorite is the wedding cake topper.”
Charlie held up her hand. “That one was my idea.”
Belle was grinning as she looked over at the cake table. “I love that you got one with one groom dragging the other to the altar. But what happened to the one they’d picked out?”
“It got turned into a chew toy by a really large cat. Poor thing didn’t last very long.” She winked at Belle. “They just don’t make things like they used to.”
The rest of the Pack slowly joined Ben and Dave on the dance floor of the Red Wolf Lodge’s banquet hall. The theme, winter wonderland, had been the one thing Ben had insisted upon. Steve had to admit, it was pretty nice. White Christmas lights dotted everything, twining around the columns and the ceiling. White, crystal-encrusted branches had been turned into tall centerpieces. The colors were ice blue and white, even down to the lighting. It was like stepping into Jack Frost’s ballroom, and the moment Dave had seen it, his face had lit up. Apparently none of the Pack had allowed him to see it before the wedding, so it had been a complete surprise, despite the fact that he was the event coordinator and was usually in and out of these rooms on a daily basis.
Graciela leaned around him to smile at Charlie. “Congratulations on your new job, by the way.”
“Thanks. Now if I can pry my boss’s head out of his husband’s ass, we might actually get some work done.” Charlie winked. S
he’d landed the job after her interview with Belle, and Rick had welcomed her into the lodge. While he hadn’t accepted her into the Pack, she’d agreed to live by his rules until such time as she either quit or mated in.
From the looks she and Ted kept exchanging, he had the feeling she’d be accepted into the Pack before too much longer. Hell, he doubted they’d wait much longer than the end of the reception.
Even better, neither Rick nor Belle had made the connection with the Leo until after they’d hired her. Dave had gleefully informed them of whom they’d brought into their home the day after they accepted her.
Rick and Belle had surprised him. They’d shrugged, basically said, “And?”, then proceeded to treat the Lion like any other new employee, down to making sure she had her own tiny cabin in the back of the lodge and growling when she didn’t show her throat quickly enough to suit the Alpha pair. From what he’d seen, Belle was thrilled to have another big cat roaming the Poconos. He’d seen the two women whispering over clipboards together, Graciela right at their sides, plotting whatever the hell made them look like…
Well, kind of scary, now that he really thought about it.
“Oh, God.” Charlie started laughing. “Dave, you nut.”
Steve looked out on the dance floor and shook his head. Dave had picked Ben up and slung the slightly smaller man over his shoulder in a manly display that would have looked a lot better without the hot-pink tutu. “Geez, guys.”
Belle cupped her hands around her mouth. “Get a room!”
Dave’s head whipped around at the sound of his Luna’s voice. “What do you think I’m doing?”
Ben’s expression was resigned. “We’re playing rock-paper-scissors when we get home, asshole.”
Dave’s grin turned lascivious. “And you will go down again. Literally.” He laughed as Ben swatted his ass, carrying his new husband out of the banquet hall and into the night.
Graciela tugged on his arm. “What do you think, Mr. Hoode? Should we stick around and dance, or…?”
He grinned, allowing his fangs to show. This was a shifter-only event, which was good, because he hadn’t gotten complete control of his shift yet. If the way everything around him had gone yellow and blue was anything to go by, his eyes had shifted too. He’d thought all animals were completely color-blind, so he was happy to find out that they had some color vision.
“My, Mr. Hoode. What big eyes you have.” Graciela batted her lashes at him as she slowly backed away from him.
He laughed, snagging her around the waist before she could get very far from him. “All the better to see you with.”
Her gaze landed on his mouth. “And what a big mouth you have.”
His brows rose. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”
She smacked him on the arm. “You’re supposed to play along.”
“Honey, in this game, you’re the big bad wolf.”
She glared up at him. “And you are?”
He waggled his brows. “Hoping to get eaten.”
Those around them erupted into laughter as Steven pulled his laughing mate into his arms and kissed the ever-loving breath out of her.
About the Author
Dana Marie Bell wrote her first short story when she was thirteen years old. She attended the High School for Creative and Performing Arts for creative writing. When her parents moved out of the city and placed her in a Catholic high school for her senior year, she tried desperately to escape, but the nuns held fast. She’s now a USA Today best-selling author.
Dana lives with her soul mate and husband, Dusty, their two maniacal children, an evil ice-cream-stealing cat and a bull terrier that thinks it’s a Pekinese. She also suffers from a rare inflammatory arthritis and can be seen walking with a cane or tooling around in her mobility scooter. Her condition was the inspiration for Belle’s hip injury in Steel Beauty.
You can learn more about Dana at www.danamariebell.com and danamariebell.blogspot.com
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Halle Pumas
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Sweet Dreams
Cat of a Different Color
Steel Beauty
Only In My Dreams
Halle Shifters
Bear Necessities
Cynful
The Gray Court
Dare to Believe
Noble Blood
Artistic Vision
The Hob
Heart’s Desire
Shadow of the Wolf
Hecate’s Own
Poconos Pack
Finding Forgiveness
Mr. Red Riding Hoode
True Destiny
Very Much Alive
Eye of the Beholder
Howl for Me
Morgan’s Fate
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Robin Goodfellow has met his match.
The Hob
© 2013 Dana Marie Bell
The Gray Court, Book 4
When the Black Queen kidnaps one of the White Queen’s nephews, Robin Goodfellow is sent to ensure that the young prince safely returns to the bosom of his family. True to his role as Oberon’s Hobgoblin, he is ready for anything…except meeting his truebond, the very delicious, very human Michaela Exton.
Michaela has dreamed about a flame-haired rogue named Robin Goodfellow since she was a little girl, but everyone knows Puck doesn’t really exist. In real life, it’s a dark-eyed man named Ringo who makes her heart beat faster.
She is closer to her dream man than she thinks, and nobody knows it better than Robin, who wears the guise of Ringo. But there’s competition for her love in the form of Lord Raven, who holds a secret that will rock the foundation of Robin’s world. As a Black Court delegate does the unthinkable, leaving an enraged, grief-stricken Robin hanging onto his humanity by a thread, only Michaela has the power to bring him back from the killing edge—if she survives.
Warning: This book contains explicit sex, graphic language, Robin Goodfellow and… Really. Do I need to say any more?
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Hob:
“Hell and damnation. The man is becoming a master cock blocker.”
Robin Goodfellow strode briskly down the marble encased corridor, his boot heels clacking on the dark hardwood beneath his feet. Being summoned by his king mid-seduction was becoming more and more common. If Robin got interrupted one more time his balls were going to fall off from lack of use.
Not that they hadn’t been emptied recently. They had. Just not into a willing woman.
Whatever was going on, why he was having the most erotic dreams of a dark-haired lovely, Robin didn’t know, but he was willing to bet it had something to do with the sculpture Shane Joloun Dunne, a hybrid with the power to see the future, had created. It graced Robin’s private chambers, a taunting reminder that his bondmate was out there somewhere, waiting for him.
Ever since he’d placed it on his mantelpiece, he’d been dreaming of her. Dreaming and spending into his sheets.
Today, for the first time in months, he’d seduced someone, if only to get some damned relief. And even that was to be denied him as he answered his king’s summons.
He paused briefly at the door to the library, captivated by the sight of a dark head of hair with a rooster-like ruff peeking over the edge of his black leather wingchair. Why she insisted on wearing her headbands that way he didn’t know. Was it a sea nymph thing?
The moment she saw him she growled.
He bowed deeply, amused that such a homely face hid the heart of a lioness. “Lady Cassandra, how do you fare this fine day?”
Cassie grumbled and glared at him. She’d been with him for two months and had learned his ways. Surprisingly, like the Blackthorns and Dunnes, once she became used to him she was unafraid of him. “I thought he wasn’t going to come here!”
; It was a shame, really, that she did not belong to him. Robin could see past the too-long, almost homely face to the sweet, determined strength she bore like a badge of honor. Her hissed indignation as she sank lower into her seat had him chuckling in earnest.
“I swear, Robin, if he sees me I’m doomed.” Bright turquoise eyes dominated her face, paler than usual.
“Hide then, if you must, but if you asked for sanctuary it would be granted.” Robin would give his word, if need be, and tie her to his house. Not a thing he did lightly, but since she’d saved a dear friend of his Robin owed her.
The Hob always paid his debts.
She shot him a look so full of sorrow he tensed. “No. It wouldn’t.” She sank down in the chair. “I’ll just stay here, if you don’t mind.”
One day he would get her to tell him what was wrong, but he’d learned not to push. To hear a siren sing her sorrow was to have even the staunchest heart break in half. “Not at all. Shall I shut the door?”
He could barely see the negative shake of her head over the top of the chair. “No, but thanks anyway.”
“As you wish.” Robin left the room, puzzled once more by the mystery of his guest. She intrigued him in a way that few did, and he found himself loathe to leave her side, even at the behest of his king. He hated to admit it, but the woman’s dry wit and glowing smile had grown on him in the two months since she arrived, but Shane, acting as the Child of Dunne, had declared that Cassie was not to be his. Therefore, Robin was free to do as he wished despite her presence in his home, hence the pretty dryad who had just left his bed and home.
He’d served his lord for more centuries than he cared to count, and would continue to do so for centuries more, despite untimely interruptions and uncomfortably tight leather pants.
Still, having his fun interrupted had done nothing for his temper, something that showed in the formal bow and razor sharp grin he greeted his liege with at the front door.
He ignored the brief, indrawn breath behind him as he escorted Oberon past his library to his study. Cassie would disappear soon enough, eager to hide from the High King. Why she feared Oberon so was part of the mystery that surrounded her. Once more, he found himself intrigued, but he had little time to figure out the vagaries of the sea nymph. If Oberon had come to Robin rather than summoning him to the Gray Palace, the situation was not only dire but required the utmost discretion.
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