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Keep reading for an excerpt from Careful What You Ask For, Briana and Patrick’s story.
Careful What You Ask For
When a wolf mates with a human, the child is nearly always a wolf. Briana was raised as a werewolf, but puberty hit and she never changed. She’s persuaded a few wolves to bite her, but it never took. At nineteen, she’s going to give it a final try. This time, she’ll ask someone who was bitten instead of being born to it, to see if it makes a difference.
She grew up welcome in the Pack until she was branded a human. Her developing teenage psyche was wounded by their rejection, and she holds nothing but ill will for the Pack and all it stands for. However, it’s fine for a human to glare at the Alpha and tell him he isn’t the boss of her. Trying it as a wolf is another story. She’s determined to make a go of it as a lone wolf, but Randall — the local Alpha — has other ideas, despite the fact she’s property of his brother’s motorcycle club.
Briana was raised to be a werewolf and she finally feels whole, but the transition is different for everyone. She understands supernatural politics, but she’s going to have to maneuver through the highest levels of them as a brand new wolf still struggling for control.
Briana
When we’d cleaned the kitchen after dinner, I was back to wondering what to do with myself. It hadn’t been so bad with Evie and Maggie here. I’d helped Evie with her wolf, and when I’d been chilled out while reading, she was doing the same beside me.
I was attracted to Patrick, and yet it felt as if he were keeping me at arm’s length. He was friendly, sure, but he’d made it clear he was here on business and wasn’t interested in anything fun.
I took care of the farm animals before getting my bunny out of the rabbit hutch. I settled back under the wire frame, with me curled up on my side in human form, and waited for my little bunny to come to me.
Within moments, she was leaned against my stomach as I ran my hands through her fur. My wolf let me know the rabbit smelled good, but she wasn’t trying to force a change, nor was she pushing for us to eat again. She was content.
I ignored Patrick standing guard twenty yards away, and even baby talked with my bunny as I told her how pretty and sweet she was. Her ears flopped when she moved her head, and I christened her Flopsy. It’s possible I may have even called her my little Flopsy Wopsy — though I’ll deny it if asked.
I don’t know which of my senses realized danger was near first, but I pulled the bunny to me, stood, and knocked the wire frame out of the way with Flopsy in my arms. Would I have run towards the danger without the bunny, or was my wolf going to be the type to run from danger? I didn’t know, but in the split second I had to make a decision, I saw Patrick pulling his gun up with his finger on the trigger, and I ran into the basement with the bunny in my arms.
Flopsy freaked a little when I ran, but I managed to hold onto her. However, once I stopped and made little soothing noises at her — she snuggled in as I peeked around the doorframe. Patrick had already fired his gun twice while I ran, and now he stood over a dying wolf while it tried to change to human, and Patrick sank his knife into the shifting neck. I walked Flopsy back to the hutch, locked her in, and stepped to within about ten feet of Patrick as he sawed the mostly-wolf’s head the rest of the way off.
“Junior bit his girlfriend without asking her. She didn’t know werewolves existed until she woke up as one. Randall has her and will take care of her, but Junior had to die.”
“You’re sure it’s Junior?”
He nodded. “Dozer gave me a description of the wolf they saw running away.” He looked towards the back legs. “One back leg russet, the other grey, and the hips nearly black. Besides, he’s the only one not accounted for.”
“I’ve never disposed of a body before. Do you need help?”
“I’ll get all my bullets out to make sure no one traces anything back to me,” he said with a small shake of his head. “We smelled a coyote den when we came for you in the forest. I’ll take the body nearby and they’ll scavenge it and spread the bones. It’s easier to get rid of a wolf carcass than a human one.”
Two hours later we’d disposed of the body and built a bonfire over the ground where he’d died because Patrick didn’t want to have to explain anything to Maggie and Evie.
“So, you aren’t in bodyguard mode anymore?” I asked.
“No. Randall asked me to stay until Maggie returns, but the threat should be gone so I’m just here to help you control your wolf now.”
I’d kept a tight rein on my libido after he told me nothing would happen, but now I imagined what he’d be like in bed over the top of me with those strong muscles taking me and making me his.
He gave me a sideways look. “I thought you and Dozer were a thing?”
“Ummm, no. Not at all.”
“C’mon Briana — the room smelled like you’d had sex dozens of times. Changing the sheets didn’t get rid of the smell.”
“Yeah, we had sex, but we aren’t a thing. We just fuck sometimes. There’s no feelings, no relationship.”
“How many of the bikers do you fuck?”
“I’m not in a relationship, and I’m a werewolf so I can’t catch diseases. You don’t need to know more than that.”
He sighed. “If you and I are going to continue this conversation, I do.”
“How many girls have you fucked in the last three months?”
“Fucked? Five. No, six.” He grinned. “If you ask me how many I’ve whipped, flogged, paddled, waxed, or done a variety of other things to, I’m not sure I’d be able to give you a number, though.”
My libido shot through the roof at the idea of him spanking me the way Bud had, and his raised eyebrow told me he liked the idea of me being turned on by the kinky stuff.
Still, he’d wanted to know how many bikers I’d fucked, and I sighed. “It’s okay for guys to fuck anything that moves, but not girls! It’s a double standard and it pisses me off.”
“You fuck anything that moves?”
His voice wasn’t judgy, more inquisitive, so I gave him an honest answer. “No, but I like sex and the guys in the MC don’t get rougher than I can handle, and they don’t ask for a relationship.”
“You don’t want a relationship?”
“I’m nineteen and I want to have lots of experiences before I find my true love and become monogamous.”
“You’ve been spanked and liked it?”
I nodded, and he looked back at the fire long enough I thought the conversation was over, but he finally said, “I don’t do vanilla sex, and I have a specific set of rules all my play partners follow. I can be flexible on some things, but if we’re going to play then you’ll have to agree to the rules as well as the consequences should you break them.”
My voice sounded a little pathetic even to my own ears as I asked, “What are the rules?”
“Has anyone given you rules before?”
“Kind of.” No way was I going to tell him someone had punished me for gagging on his cock.
“There are either rules or there aren’t, and if we’re going to do this, we’ll have to be able to talk to each other about it.”
“Sometimes I’m not allowed to orgasm.”
When I didn’t say anything else, he asked, “Can you keep from it? How do you fee
l about being denied?”
“I hate it when I can’t, but then later, when I’m alone and can do what I want, I masturbate to the memory of it, and…” Fuck, I couldn’t believe I was admitting this. “It’s hot.”
“Any other rules?”
“Yeah, but I’ve never been the type to kiss and tell, and it doesn’t feel right telling you details.”
“Let’s play it this way — has there ever been a rule you didn’t like? Something that was a turn-off instead of a turn-on?”
“No.”
“What rule turned you on the most?”
“I don’t think it was the rule as much as the challenge of it? He didn’t want me gagging when he deep-throated me.” My wolf growled for both of us, and I told him, “This feels too much like an interview. Either you want to give it a go or you don’t. I’m intrigued, but I think I might be done answering questions until you answer a few.”
“You talk to your bikers like that?”
Well, no, but I’d just told him I wasn’t answering any more questions, so I stood and grabbed our fire stick, and moved a few logs around in the bonfire. “I haven’t craved junk food since my first change, but this makes me want s’mores.”
“How long until you turn twenty?”
“I think I’m going to go raid the kitchen for junk food. I brought a hundred pounds of beef when I came, and I haven’t had much besides it and the eggs. You want anything while I’m in there?”
I didn’t find ingredients for s’mores, but I found some hotdogs in the fridge and I grabbed two packages and two wire coat hangers.
“You were raised to learn to control your urges, so you’d be able to control your wolf when she came,” Patrick said when I returned. “My guess is you left home within a week of your eighteenth birthday and have been making it on your own since. You’ve grown up fast, which is why you don’t act like a normal nineteen-year-old.”
I hung a coat hanger on the arm of his chair and straightened mine as I stood facing the fire, far enough away the heat was comfortable. “I may like being dominated in the bedroom, but I’m not into it for the rest of my life. We aren’t in the bedroom right now, and unless you open up about yourself a little, we’re done with this conversation.” I shrugged. “I’m attracted to you and thought you’d be fun, but I think I’ve changed my mind.”
What is it about guys when they think we aren’t interested anymore? Damn if he wasn’t up and beside me in a heartbeat, his palm at my cheek so his fingers could hold my head in place, his other arm wrapped around me holding me to him. “I’m thirty-one and much too old for you, but my wolf doesn’t seem to give a shit at the moment. Tell me to back off and I will, but if you don’t say anything we’re going to kiss you.”
I was still wearing a simple summer dress. My bare right leg slid up his jeans-clad one, and that was all the invitation he needed.
He’d said they were going to kiss me, and he hadn’t been kidding. Somehow, Patrick managed to engage both my wolf and me at the same time until I could feel her fur bristling under and almost through my skin — and yet I was in no danger of changing.
His lips were both aggressive and gentle as they claimed me, and all I could do was hold on and be kissed by this strong, powerful man who reeked of control and dominance.
When he finally backed away, he did so slowly, and stopped with his face six inches from mine. “I want you. We want you. I also don’t want to give you the same rules everyone else is required to follow — I want to customize them for you, and that means I need to learn more about you.” He kissed my forehead. “How about we cook and eat some hotdogs, and when the fire burns down and we’ve put it out, we can figure out what happens next?”
I finally managed to fill my lungs with air, and I let my breath out slowly before nodding. “Yeah.”
He smiled and kissed my forehead again before letting me go. “Yeah.”
Patrick
I think I may have fallen for her a little when she crawled out from under the brush and faced Randall. She was scared but she wasn’t cowed, and she earned my respect before I ever heard a word come out of her mouth.
I’m serious about staying focused on my job while someone’s in danger, so it’d been easy enough to keep my distance while I was protecting her.
Now, with the danger gone, my wolf wasn’t backing off in the least.
There were some things I needed to know about her, though, and I hoped she’d answer my questions.
“I understand you feel jilted by Randall and don’t want to oath to him, but if there were another Pack, or another Alpha, would you consider losing your status as lone wolf?”
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About the Author
Candace Blevins has published more than forty books. She lives with her husband of twenty years and their two daughters. When not working or driving young teens all over the place, she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming. The family’s beloved, goofy, retired racing greyhound is usually at her side as she writes, quietly keeping her company.
Candace writes Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary BDSM Romance, and a kick-ass Motorcycle Club series.
Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, and a variety of other mythological beings exist.
Candace's two paranormal romance series, The Chattanooga Supernaturals and The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, are both sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after.
Her contemporary Safeword series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. Each couple in the Safeword series gives the reader a different take on the lifestyle.
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