by Michelle Fox
He glared at me and pounded his length into my core, an action that was driven by both anger and pleasure. “We believe mates are destined.”
My hips spun in restless circles as my body responded even while my mind fumed, wanting to duke it out with him.
“The second I smelled you, Chloe I knew it was you.” As if to prove his point, he ran his nose over my skin inhaling deeply. “You smelled like wolf. Like home.”
For a second, his grip on me weakened and I roared up, pushing him back and down under me. We were still joined at the pelvis and I pumped along his hard shaft, gasping when my clit hit his pubic bone. The coil inside me tightened with a quiver.
Jackson’s hands battled with mine as he fought to regain his position. I managed to evade his grip for several minutes, but he was faster and caught me. He pulled out of me and spun me around on my knees so my back was to him. Pushing me down to the ground he entered me from behind. I gasped as he took me. His strong and rough thrusts split me open.
The cold earth scraped my shoulders, belly and breasts, scrubbing my nipples with a mix of pleasure and pain. Jackson pinned my arms behind my back, applying pressure to my wrists as if they were reins and I was a horse to be ridden. My body rocked with the force of his thrusts and the coil in my belly flexed, almost ready to burst.
I pushed my hips back, slamming him just as hard as he slammed me. At one point, I reared up like a cobra, seeking to head butt him with the back of my skull. He simply wrapped one arm around my throat in a chokehold, pinning me against him, his cock still plunging in and out of my wet passage.
“You are mine.” He leaned down and bit the top of my shoulder. This was no gentle love bite, it was an attempt to mark me, to claim me as his. The moment his teeth drew blood, I came with a howl, my insides spasming as pleasure made its way through me. My body traced the outline of his cock, gripping him tight until he howled his own climax.
Even after our release, we stayed locked together. He held my hands pressed into the small of my back while also maintaining his hold at my throat. When I swallowed, I could feel his arm on my neck. If he squeezed just a little harder, he would cut off my oxygen. Our breathing was labored and we both sucked in air with ragged gasps as if we’d just run a marathon.
Behind my eyelids, my wolf watched me with quiet interest. I couldn’t tell if she approved of what had just happened or not. I mentally shrugged at her and she looked away, breaking eye contact. At first I thought she was shunning me, but then I realized something in the distance had caught her attention. A dark speck zoomed toward us and when it came closer I gasped.
It was a wolf. A sable wolf with paws the size of a man’s hands. Jackson’s wolf. In my freaking head. Holy werewolf shit.
“Do you see it?” he asked me.
I nodded. “Yes. What does it mean?” How had I gone from no wolves to two dancing in my head in the span of a day?
“We belong to each other.” There was a note of satisfaction in his voice. “I can see your wolf now, too.”
“Is this how werewolves do it? Through mind melding?”
“I don’t know. This is how it works in my pack, but you Hunstville wolves are different I think.” The pressure on my wrists eased. “If I let you go, will you stop trying to beat me up?”
His wolf smirked at me as if daring me to try. My wolf growled at him in warning. I watched as he tried to look innocent and failed, much like a bad dog caught in the act. “I guess so.”
Jackson released me and I stood, stretching out the kinks of our love making and fight match. He looked me over with an appreciative gleam in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Chloe.”
I rolled my eyes. Sweet talking would get him nowhere with me. “What now? I shifted. We’re in each other’s brains. Anything else on the werewolf agenda?”
“We go to Cal and give him your first kill. From there, we see what happens. No rush.” His words were measured, careful. His eyes were tracking me again, like I was prey and he was trying to predict which way I would bolt.
I took a deep breath. The ache of our mating throbbed between my legs. So much had happened, it made me dizzy to think of it all. “I like the idea of going at a snail’s pace.” I definitely needed some time to adjust and get my head screwed on straight. Maybe he was ready for happily-ever-after, but I had some catching up to do.
He gave a curt nod. “Get your kill.”
I grabbed the rabbit by the ears and we walked through the forest toward Cal’s cabin. In one night, my life had forever changed. My wolf had come and given me a future I thought was lost. I almost couldn't believe it was true.
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Cal sat on the front porch of his wood cabin enjoying a morning smoke. At our appearance, he jumped up, cigar dangling out of his slack-with-shock mouth. He tracked me with wide eyes as I walked across his front yard naked, streaked with dirt and a dead rabbit dangling from my hand. “Chloe?”
I dropped the rabbit at his feet and kneeled. “I claim my place in the pack.” The deep meaning of the words weighed heavy on my tongue as I spoke them.
Cal held out his hand and pulled me to my feet when I took it. “Welcome, daughter of Huntsville.” He gave me a big hug, enveloping me in a cloud of cigar smoke. “I’d given up hope.”
“You and me both,” I said, his shoulder muffling my voice.
“What happened?”
I stepped back, breaking our embrace and nodded back toward Jackson. “He did.”
Jackson cleared his throat and shifted on his feet as our attention fell on him.
Cal’s eyes narrowed as his whole body bristled. “I told you to give her a wide berth.” There was a long pause as the two men stared each other down, neither giving ground. Then, Cal gave a big smile and relaxed. “This is one time I’m glad to be disobeyed.” He held out his hand. “You did good.”
They shook hands. Cal looked happy, but Jackson’s expression was tight. “There’s something you should know, Cal.”
The Huntsville pack alpha raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“She’s my mate.” Jackson moved his body weight imperceptibly back to increase the distance between him and the alpha.
Cal laughed and clapped his hands. “I did not see that coming.”
I smiled. “Me either.”
Jackson looked at us, his expression incredulous. “Was I the only one who knew? Neither of you could see it?”
I shook my head and Cal said, “Nope.” I closed my eyes for a second to commune with my wolf. She and Jackson’s alter ego were sleeping in a jumbled ball of fur. I couldn’t tell where he started and where she ended, but, from the location of her head, she was underneath him. I snorted. How very alpha of him. But they looked cozy and content and I felt the same way.
I opened my eyes. “So how many wolves mate the same day they first shift?”
Cal shrugged. “It’s never happened that I know of.”
I went over to Jackson and head butted his shoulder affectionately. “I guess we made pack history.”
He put his arm around me and squeezed as he kissed the top of my head. “I always knew we would make something.”
“Welcome to the pack, Chloe and congratulations on mating with the next pack alpha.” Cal began to take off his clothes. “How about a race to the pack clearing?”
Before he’d even finished speaking, Jackson and I had shifted into our wolves. The second Cal assumed the burly shape of his gray wolf, we ran, air streaming over our noses, the earth soft under our feet.
I was home. I was free. I was a null no more, but it wasn't a happily ever after ending. For that, I would have to fight.
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THE ALPHA'S MATE
Huntsville Pack Book 1
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4.5 stars from Night Owl Reviews
Little known fact about being a werewolf: There are always wolves at your door and some of them are up to no good.
Chloe Weiss’ dreams have finally come true: She's a null no more, her wolf has finally come. She's now a full member of her pack in the remote Appalachian ‘were town’ of Huntsville. Even better, she's mated to the pack's next alpha, Jackson Swift. However, now that she's on the other side of her happy ending, things aren't quite as rosy as she'd expected.
The women of her pack resent her status as alpha's mate and suddenly there are rumors that Chloe is an Omega, a werewolf so weak they are banned from ever mating. Worse, an old friend of Jackson's blows into town full of disapproval....and competition. It seems no one likes Chloe except Jackson.
Then women start disappearing, violently kidnapped from their homes and never heard from again. There's a killer on the loose in the small town of Huntsville, and the one wolf he'd do anything to have is Chloe.
Now Chloe will have to fight...for Jackson, her place in the pack, and her life.
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THE ALPHA'S JUSTICE
Huntsville Pack Book 2
5 fangs from Paranormal Romance Junkies!
He believes they’re fated mates, but all she wants to do is kick him in the balls.
Gretchen Luna became a diehard Daddy’s girl the day her mother ran out on them both. She doesn’t believe in love and isn’t looking for it, but when her ailing father is attacked and left bloody by wolves on the wrong side of the law, she goes out in search of what she does believe in: Justice.
Sheriff Talon Garde has way too much on his plate. Humans have breached shifters' carefully guarded privacy and are about to go public. If he can’t stop them, what happened to Gretchen’s father is going to be the least of everyone’s worries.
More importantly, despite Talon’s rep as a bad ass alpha whose growl strikes fear in the hearts of criminals, Gretchen’s scent makes him go all squishy inside. She’s THE ONE, he’s sure of it. There’s just that small matter of protecting the entire shifter species, saving her father and somehow convincing Gretchen it’s pointless to fight fate...ideally while wearing a cup.
Standalone novel with NO cliffhanger.
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THE ALPHA'S FIGHT
Huntsville Pack Book 3
When you've lost your wolf, how do you get it back?
'Jane Doe' has no idea who she is or why she wakes up in a...nursing home? Full of shifters? She may not be old, but they say she is a shifter—only her wolf is MIA and she's in some kind of trouble she can't remember to boot. And there's this guy, Ryder. Something about him that makes her tingle in all the right places. If only she knew whether or not she already had a mate, why she's been stashed in shifter 'retirementville' and where the hell her animal half went.
What if your wolf picked a mate you couldn't trust?
Former pro-fighter Ryder Chase plans to get away from his no-good pack alpha, Mason, and forge a new life for himself, but there's one little problem named Jane. Ryder's wolf wants her more than he wants to breathe. Mate. Mine. Finding his mate would be good news except for the part where she knows Mason. Is Jane mixed up with his alpha's dark side and everything Ryder wants to leave behind?
Full length, stand alone novel. No cliffhangers! Lots of plot!
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About the Author
NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author Michelle Fox lives in the Midwest with her husband, kids, the occasional exchange student and two, sweetly disobedient dogs. She loves fantasy and romance, which makes writing paranormal romance a natural fit. Occasionally, she goes through a maverick phase and writes contemporary romance. In her spare time, she's been known to shake her bon-bon at Zumba, make spectacular cheesecakes, hoard vintage costume jewelry and eat way too much ice cream (Ben and Jerry’s Karamel Sutra for the win!).
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