Clawed: Wild Things, Book 3

by Beverly Rae

  “Oh, my God.”

  The grittiness of his tone made her wet, making it harder for her to resist sliding on top of him. Moving her breasts in opposite directions, she worked his shaft while blowing warm breath on the tip that played peek-a-boo between her breasts. Conan reached for her, taking her hair with both hands and massaging her scalp. He tried again to pull her on top of him, but she resisted.

  “No, Conan. Just lie back and enjoy.”

  “Oh, I am, I am.” Lust and love mixed in the colors of his eyes to melt her heart. “But I want more.”

  “And you’ll have more.”

  Resting her shoulder on his thigh, she ran her hand under his leg to grasp his butt cheek. Taking his shaft, she tracked her tongue down the underside of him, tracing a blue vein from the cap to the base and back again. His butt tightened as he lifted his pelvis. She cupped his balls, loving the weight of them.

  She knew the way he fit inside her and now she would learn how he would fit into her mouth. Taking it slowly, she parted her lips, closed her eyes, and circled the mushroom cap. His breathing quickened, his body tightening as she teased his slit with her tongue.

  Chloe took her time, focusing on the way his shaft twitched when she traced her tongue there…and then there. She would remember the way his skin warmed under her touch, the texture of the dark hair curling over the side of her hand, the primal aroma he exuded. He was her man, and she was his woman.

  He lifted his upper torso, tensing his stomach muscles so that he could reach between his legs to fondle her breasts. He teased her nipples, tweaking them as he murmured words of need, of lust, and love.

  Chloe paused, then plunged him deep into her mouth. Conan shouted and clutched her, then dropped his hands to tear tufts of grass from the ground. She held him, using her tongue to explore every ridge, every vein.

  Using both hands, she pumped him, drawing his taste from him, then returning for more. Her pulse quickened, the sun warming her back as delight rushed through her. She pulled him to the edge, releasing just long enough for him to recover, then started all over again. Pumping him, she fondled his balls, torturing him as he’d so often tortured her. His release was near and she found herself unable to decide whether to let go or to take him to the finish. Conan, however, made her decision for her.

  Emitting a growl that was so animal-like that she had to look up, he sat up, lifted her by the arms and tossed her onto her back. She yelped, then giggled until his mouth found her taut nipple. Taking her hardened pebble in his teeth wiped her giggle away, replacing it with a gasp.

  Heat, hotter than ever before, flashed inside her, at once turning on the flame while drenching her with her own juices. He swept his hands under her shoulders, taking her in a hold that told her he’d never let her go. Her pulse beat erratically, skipping a beat, then pounding in a staccato rhythm.

  Conan’s breath on her skin burned her but it was a fire that matched the one burning within her. He swiped his tongue from one nub to the other, finding valleys between her breasts she hadn’t known existed. She wrapped her legs around him and arched toward him, pressing her crotch against his shaft, urging him to take her.

  He didn’t need any other urging, and he plunged into her. She cried out and clutched him, possessing him as he did her. She pulled on his hair to bring his gaze to hers. Golden eyes stared back at her, and for a second, she let the old fear sneak in. But then she saw him, the real Conan, through the glassy haze of lust, through the beast-like need.

  “Conan, make me yours.”

  He gritted his teeth, his body shaking with the effort to keep his shaft unmoving inside her. “Are you sure?”

  She smiled and arched against him, driving him deeper, forcing him to thrust again. He couldn’t refuse her sex. But had he changed his mind about making her his mate?

  “It will hurt.” Worry clouded his eyes. “A lot.”

  “Haven’t I proven how strong I am?” She tightened her vaginal walls around him. “Do it.”

  Conan slipped his hands to frame her face and studied her. She met his concern with determination and resolve he couldn’t argue with, and he didn’t. The golden of his eyes took them over, and he shifted just enough to bring out his fangs. Growling, he shoved into her again, harder, more urgent than before. Chloe renewed her hold on him, her muscles moving on instinct to draw from him what was hers. She smiled, giving him silent permission, then inhaled as she let him turn her head to the side.

  The lust-fire burst free again, rising within her, searing her until the pressure within was too much to hold back. Calling his name in the same moment he roared his release, she clung to him, their bodies inseparable.

  Wave after sweet wave flowed through her, dousing the lust until only embers of their desire remained. Conan held onto her, still enclosed by her. He bent his head, gave her one last look, then sank his teeth into her neck.

  Chloe screamed and at first struggled against the agony that felt like her shoulder was being torn apart. She fought against him, but Conan wouldn’t let go, his fangs buried in her flesh, his hands holding her head still while she pounded him with her fists. Blackness offered relief but she held on, her mind fighting to push the panic away.

  At last, she accepted his bite as she’d accepted his love, and stopped resisting.

  Clinging to him now, she moaned as her body trembled and shook. A strange sensation rushed through her, empowering her with strength. The world around her changed, the colors of the forest trees and slanted sunbeams muted with an overlying haze of amber. She groaned, but the groan soon changed into a growl. At last, her body jerked with the final spasm, then relaxed.

  Minutes later, he withdrew his fangs but kept her in his arms. Her heart threatened to break free of her chest even as her breasts pressed against his. The pain continued for another few agonizing minutes, then subsided to a throbbing ache that traveled from her neck down her arm.

  Conan’s grip on her softened. He brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead and kissed away the tear that had trekked down her cheek. Rolling to the side, he kept her with him, enclosing her in a comforting bear hug.

  “Sleep, Chloe. I’ll take care of you.”

  She lifted her head, searched his eyes, hoping he’d understand her question.

  “Don’t worry. You’ll heal by tomorrow.” He nodded, giving her the answer she wanted, the one she needed to hear. “We’re together. Mated forever.”

  Her hand shook as she touched her fingertips to the mouth she loved, to the man she trusted with all her heart.

  “Tomorrow we’ll go home.” He kissed her fingers. “Until then, just rest.”

  She tried to speak but found her voice stolen by the dryness in her throat. Instead, she sighed, cuddling closer to him. Safe and happy, she let exhaustion take her.

  About the Author

  To learn more about Beverly Rae, please visit www.beverlyrae.com. Send an email to Beverly at info@beverlyrae.com or join her Yahoo! group to join in the fun with other readers as well as Beverly! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Beverly_Rae_Fantasies/.

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  Wild Cat

  © 2010 Beverly Rae

  Wild Things, Book 2

  Alexandra’s brother has changed since his mate’s death, but she’s certain
he’s no cattle killer. When she gets the chance to track down the real culprit, she jumps at the opportunity to clear the suspicions hovering over his head. And maybe ease her own grief.

  Connor would do anything for Alex—even be her mate if she would only ask. Instead he settles for coming with her, ready to protect her from the rogue as well as human hunters. When another tracker shows up accusing them of the crime, though, there’s no stopping Alex’s instant attraction to the lone werewolf.

  Dirk is on the same mission, but for a different reason: His pack owes one of the ranchers a favor. Once he finds Alex examining the latest bovine victim, though, he shifts his goals to include her mile-long legs wrapped around his waist. If only he can get past her interfering friend.

  Trigger-happy hunters send them all into hiding, where huddling for warmth turns hotter than expected. The heat burns away any pretense that this is a sexual romp. It’s a destined love that a killer could destroy…unless Alex makes a heartbreaking choice.

  Warning: Beware of claws, fangs and weapons of a very personal nature. The sex is hot and raw, including the kind of threesome you’d love to have. Oh, yeah, and a heart-wrenching plot.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Wild Cat:

  Alexandra sighed, enjoying the warmth surrounding her. How could she not think of sex with two very masculine, very well-endowed men sandwiching her? Conner’s wide chest rubbed against the tips of her nipples which, of course, reacted in a perfectly natural way. With Dirk’s hard pecs pushing against her back, she developed a whole new meaning to the phrase, “caught between a rock and a hard place”. Not that she was about to complain.

  Trying to keep from touching anything too personal, she tucked one arm under her head and rested the other along her leg. Soon, however, her legs grew stiff and she needed to move. Trusting Conner more than the wily werewolf edging ever closer to her, she lifted her leg and gently laid it on top of Conner’s. He tensed at her touch, then relaxed, his breathing evening out.

  If only she could sort out her feelings for Conner. She loved him, adored the friend she’d grown up and knew he’d make a caring and supportive mate. Logically, he was a great choice. Yet, although she was sexually attracted to him, would take him to bed if he wouldn’t make more out of it than merely a sexual romp, she couldn’t, wouldn’t take a mate until she found the extra sizzle simmering right below the surface that meant a lifetime of passion. She sighed and wished Conner thrilled her that way.

  Something hard bumped into her buttocks, coming to rest in the cleft between her cheeks. She inhaled, knowing exactly what that something was. Her first instinct was to slap it away as she’d done his arm, but she held back, enjoying the way the long rod grew even longer and thicker against her sensitive backside. Dirk’s shaft was impressive. Impressive and very insistent. Hoping he’d think she was moving in her sleep, she arched her back, pushing her breasts harder against Conner’s chest and wedging Dirk’s cock deeper into her butt crack. He groaned, making her freeze. Was that a good groan? Or a frustrated one?

  She took a peek at Conner. His eyes were closed, but his lips were parted, almost as though— She gasped as Conner’s tongue snaked out to lightly touch her mouth, then slowly glided toward the corner. Squeezing her eyes closed, she wondered if Dirk could see what Conner was up to.

  Suddenly, the rough texture of a different tongue tracked along the curve of her neck. Alex shuddered, pleased, excited and a little guilty. What would Conner do if he knew? She didn’t think the werewolf would mind sharing, but her friend would. She’d heard about werecats having sex with werewolves, but she’d never considered it—until Dirk. But what about sex with both a werecat and a werewolf? Her heart pounded at the idea.

  Dirk’s hand found her left buttock, then fingered its way under her T-shirt and along the curve of her waist. Moving her arm barely enough for him to slip under it, she remained motionless and waited to see where he’d stop. He paused, then let his hand fall, coming to rest over her belly button. Conner scrunched closer and placed his hand on the side of her breast.

  Fearing that Dirk would move his hand higher and run into Conner’s, she feigned a stretch over her head and, keeping her eyes closed and her breathing even, rolled onto her back. Both men stirred and she waited to see if everything was good to go. When neither man complained about the other, she let out a small sigh.

  Almost in sync, each man took hold of a breast. Dirk scooted closer, his dick pushing hard against her leg and his face close to her cheek. She could smell his breath on her, and slowly drew in his scent, relishing the musky aroma. Conner removed his hand from her breast to pull her leg over his, catching it in between his two, and spreading her apart. Gently, he placed his hand over her crotch.

  Alex wondered how much longer this enticing interplay would go on, then prayed that it would.

  Dirk’s thumb caressed her already peaked nipple and she fought to keep from squirming. At first, he pressed lightly, then increased the pressure until, at last, his thumb rubbed slow forceful circles over her bud. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep from moaning.

  Conner undid her jeans, tugged them wide and snaked his hand between her legs. His fingers found her sensitive spot, one rubbing her nub while the other fingers massaged the sensitive skin beside it. She couldn’t stop her moans any longer. Wetness flooded her, oozing over his rapidly moving fingers.

  She glanced at Conner’s face, the dim light of the moon aiding her heightened senses. Checking Dirk’s face, she found his eyes closed, but a soft smile curving the ends of his mouth. Did they know? How could they not?

  She bit her bottom lip, resisting the burning compulsion to lick the corners of Dirk’s mouth. But if she did, he’d know she was awake. Silently, she sent a prayer skyward, praying for them to keep their eyes closed. She shut her eyes again, eager to find out where they would take her.

  Dirk’s tongue flicked across her nipple and she couldn’t squelch a tremor. To cover, she stretched again, pushing her breast into his face. She silently urged him to suck her aching bud, harder, stronger. As though he’d heard her unspoken command, he brought her nipple into his mouth and suckled. She moaned again, unable to suppress her pleasure any longer.

  Conner rubbed harder, more insistent, and she spread her legs wider. Giving up the pretense of sleep, she lifted her butt, signaling Conner to slide her jeans down her legs. With a hard kick, she freed her legs.

  “So you were awake all this time, Alex?”

  She felt more than heard Dirk’s quiet chuckle at Conner’s question. “Well, duh. Who can sleep with you two touching me?”

  “Wait. Both of us?”

  The irritation in Conner’s voice flowed over her. “Yes, both of you. Now get back to business, boys.” At once, guilt washed over her.

  “Conner, if you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”

  She needs their courage—and their bodies. The feeling is mutual…

  Shifters’ Storm

  © 2011 Vonna Harper

  Law enforcement warnings be damned, nothing will stop Rane from returning to the Chinook Mountains to discover who murdered her mother, a fellow forest ranger. Except maybe the fact that her elk shifter lover, Songan, is in the middle of rut season.

  The delay is just long enough for a newcomer from the far north to enter the picture. A massive grizzly shifter with his own need—for Rane. His dark, brooding presence feeds dreams so erotic, she feels like she’s losing her mind. Yet keeping him at arm’s length isn’t an option. She needs his heightened senses, along with Songan’s, to follow the cold trail of her mother’s final hours.

  With winter closing in, the threesome heads for the mountains, where, in a cramped cabin, their mutual lust explodes. But the mountains can't shield them from deadly danger.

  Yet the intense heat can’t burn away the doubt pestering the back of her mind. That the gap between their ages is too large, even for the most determined leap of faith…

  Warning: Menage with complications. S
hape shifting with complications. Outdoor sex, cabin sex, dream sex with ropes. Woman on a mission, and men with muscles upon muscles answering the call of the wild.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Shifters’ Storm:

  He needed a haircut and hadn’t shaved for days. His thick, long, red-black hair had been combed by the wind. The way he stood with his legs spread and his arms out from his sides made her wonder if he felt as if the world was tipping under him. She could only guess what changing felt like. He gave no indication he was aware of her as he took in the meadow with its slender, white-barked aspens and the large pines surrounding them. Obviously he was reluctant to leave his animal half.

  Songan had an erection. She’d never seen a more potent cock, all dark prominent veins and thick foreskin ringing the base of his cockhead. Thinking about how she loved to slide the sleek foreskin about made her hands sweat.

  “Songan, it’s me, Rane.”

  “I know.”

  His eyes no longer had that faraway and unfocused look, but his unemotional tone told her he hadn’t completed the transformation. He’d once explained that he felt as if he belonged nowhere while morphing from human to animal or back again, and although he’d said nothing about being alarmed by the experience, she didn’t see how it could be otherwise. He didn’t want to be touched until he was fully in one body or the other.

  She’d waited long enough. She had to remind him of what they’d once had.

  Otherwise, he might never understand her need for him.

  Her legs had grown weak. Either that or knowing what she was asking of them had stripped strength from them. Whichever it was, she had to concentrate on walking. As a result, when she looked up at him, she was closer than she thought she’d be.