by Vaughn, V.
“Mine,” he whispered again, knowing she would never hear. Taking her mouth in a hard kiss, he let his body say the words that he wasn’t allowed to speak.
When he slowed his pace, she protested with bites to his shoulder, his neck, and ears. Every moan she made echoed deep inside of him and he knew that after tonight, he’d never be able to let her go.
He toyed with her nipples, loving the way they pebbled under the light teasing of his fingers. Next time, he would devote more time to them. He would lick and suck them, pinch and roll them until she came. This time, he couldn’t stop to savor them. The need to hammer into her, to mark her body with his, overrode everything else. He was helpless to the beast within.
And when a tornado of an orgasm tore through him, he could only cling to Cora, clutching her body so tightly his nails dug into her shoulder.
As he thrust one last time, Cora cried out and her body arched. Knowing she was close, he squeezed and twisted her rosy nipples and she screamed so loud that he was sure all of her neighbors would hear her.
Her legs squeezed him as she gave him a tight hug. “Wow. What was that I said about you packing a punch?” She whistled. “I might not be able to walk for a few days.”
Lowering his head to hers, he licked the edge of her earlobe. “That’s okay. You won’t be leaving the bed for the rest of the weekend.”
“Won’t I?” Her eyebrows arched.
“No, you won’t,” he said. Then he realized he’d spoken the words out loud. The spell must have lifted once she’d come. “My voice is back.”
She leaned up on her elbows. “So it is.”
“You should be glad I am feeling benevolent after that spell you cast.”
Cora met his gaze, and he almost lost himself in her mesmerizing stare. “Which spell?”
He’d get her for that cheeky tone.
Standing up, he bent down and flipped her over and gave her bottom a light smack. “I think you know exactly which spell. But for being so sassy, I’ll punish you for both.”
“I could still paint your fur green,” she teased. “After all, you did ruin a two hundred dollar dress.”
“When I’m done with you, sweet thing, you won’t be able to move, let alone cast.”
“Ooooh,” she whispered. “That sounds promising.”
“Do you have more condoms?” he asked, walking over to the kitchen to pull off the one on his cock and toss it into the trash.
“I might.”
He shot her a look. “You might, or you do?” While it was rare for lycans to have children with other species, it was not impossible. Her magical wards might not be strong enough to override the mate bond.
She leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs. “A girl doesn’t want to sound too eager, you know?”
Grinning, he walked back to the sofa and pinned her arms down. “You are trouble, witch.”
“The best kind of trouble, wolf.”
Kissing her tart mouth, he realized how perfect she was for him. He’d been a fool to wait so long. He stroked her cheek, reveling in the feel of her supple skin. Did she know what was happening between them? Did witches even believe in life mates? He didn’t think so, but he couldn’t be sure. “Do you think you could spare the time to teach a work-a-holic wolf how to embrace life and have fun?”
“Oh, I am sure I could. But what would I get in return?”
He nuzzled her nose. “A lifetime of devotion?”
Sparkling blue eyes stared into his, catching his breath, until her lips curved into a saucy grin. “You know, I’ve always wanted to be worshiped.”
“You have a smart mouth, you know that?”
Cora slid her arms around his neck. “And you have a very clever tongue. Maybe I should find a way to put it to good use.”
His cock stirred at the thought of tasting her sweet pussy. He’d barely begun exploring her curvy body.
“I am sure something can be arranged.”
Tracing the pad of his thumb across her full lips, he whispered, “This is so much more than a little fun for me. You do realize that, right?”
She nodded and blushed as her lashes lowered. “Yeah. I, uh, kind of got that impression when your eyes went all black and you called me ‘mine.’” Her index finger drew a line from his chest to his belly. “I think that’s code for I-want-to-tie-you-down-to-the-bed-and-give-you-wolf-babies or something like that.”
“Kinky.”
His mind conjured up images of her spread eagled across his iron bed and tied to the four corners. “But, I didn’t hurt you, did I? Or scare you?”
“No.” Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed his nose. “I kind of liked it when you got all rough and wolfy.”
Curving his mouth into a slow grin, he whispered, “Good. Because I can’t quite control myself around you.”
“I wouldn’t want you to, Clark.”
He stroked the side of her face. “You are perfect for me, you know that?”
“I’m not really sure what to say. I’ve had my eyes on you since the day we met, but you never encouraged me. I thought you weren’t interested.”
He’d done a very good job of hiding it. But from the moment he’d looked into her eyes and she’d flashed him that witchy smile, he’d never been the same. “Some part of me recognized that you were different. That kind of scared the hell out of me.”
“I hope you’re not scared anymore.”
“No.”
“I’m not really sure how this works. Now that we’ve, uh, you know, done the deed, are you my boyfriend? My lover? My…fire ball and chain?”
“Call it whatever you want, honey. I know it’s a lot to take in right now. But, if you asked me, I’d say you’re my mate.”
Don’t force it. She needs time. She’d agreed to be his lover, not his wife. She’d had no idea when she’d put the spell on him that she’d sealed their fate. It had taken him months to come to terms with the truth of who she was, what she was to him.
Her head lifted, and she locked her gaze with his. “I have no idea what it means to be…uh…mated to a wolf,” she blushed again as she said the word, “but if we’re going to make a go of this, then you have to trust that I’m not going to run as soon as your wild side comes out.” Cora rested her head on his shoulder and slid her arms around his waist. “And you can’t run, either.”
Squeezing her tightly, he thanked the gods. He’d avoided her for too long, thinking it would be better for her if he stayed away. “I won’t run.”
“Good.”
He loved the solid feel of her in his arms, hearing the steady thump of her heartbeat. His own heart slowed and dovetailed with the rhythm of hers. She was so precious, so perfect, and he was god-damned lucky.
Her delicate fingers traced a pattern on his back and his cock sprang to life again.
“One more thing,” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Actually, two things.”
“What?”
“One. Lycans are insatiable in bed. Two. I still have every intention of paying you back for your antics earlier. I’m just deciding on the appropriate punishment,” he said, letting his hands trail down to her ass and fingering her from behind. “I might take you up on that suggestion to tie you down to the bed.”
Her aquamarine eyes lit up. “Promise?”
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Surrendered to the Pack - Anna Craig
Cassandra Wakefield's life is about to change. College student and regular girl, she also comes from an isolated mountain town that for centuries has been under the thrall of a very wicked pack of wolf shifters. If the insatiably hungry shifters don't get their annual female sacrifice, all hell will break loose on the town. This year, Cassie lost the draw. She's about to face down a magnificent pack of sexy alpha men. Despite her nervousness, she's undeniably intrigued...and deeply aroused. Steely-eyed yet magnetic alpha Trevor, outrageously hot, flirtatious Mac, and drop-dead gorgeous Finn, who has headlined her most secret fantasies for years now, await her. Pack Alpha Trevor Reginald doesn't do three things: drama, hysterics, or emotions. Pack dynamics are for drama, town surrenders tend to get annoyingly hysterical, and emotions--well, emotions are useless things for which Trevor reserves no time. He's here with his packmates for one reason only: to take the surrender's virginity and thus ensure his pack's continued healthy existence. But bringing the lovely Cassandra into the Wicked Mountain Wolf Pack stirs something in Trevor he hasn't felt in years. Something he will fight tooth and claw to resist before it overwhelms his reason and his very way of life.... Because Cassie and all the wolf shifters are in for a huge surprise--one that Cassie might not survive after she is surrendered to the pack. Wicked Wolf Shifters Serial, part 1 (Sexy Shifter Smut)
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Surrendered to the Pack
Wicked Wolf Shifters 1
by Anna Craig
Surrendered to the Pack: Wicked Wolf Shifters 1
Copyright © May 2015 by Anna Craig
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 1
Cassie's entire body trembled in a combination of terror and the undercurrent of an undeniable hunger. Despite the knee-shaking jitters, she forced herself to keep walking. This was her destiny, and she would face it like the strong, self-assured woman she was.
Even if she passed out from sheer panic during it. She would just keep moving in some sort of zombie state. One foot in front of the other, even though she would be in a dead faint. Right.
A tiny giggle erupted from her, drawing a fierce scowl from the huge, imposing, sexier-than-anything-she'd-ever-seen-in-her-life alpha wolf waiting for her. Waiting for her while flanked by his equally huge, equally sexy packmates. The wolves who would now be her packmates. Her masters. The ones who held the future of her family and her entire town in their lethal paws.
The ones to whom she'd just been surrendered as Wicked Mountain's latest sacrifice in order to keep the peace for at least another century.
“Is something funny to you?” Wicked Mountain Wolf Pack Alpha Trevor Reginald's deep voice rumbled across the meadow, effectively silencing the background noises of people shifting on their feet, clothes rustling, quiet murmurs as they watched the ancient ceremony play out in the twilight of the longest day of the year. Cassie's parents stood halfway between her and the wolves, their hopeful faces suddenly masked in utter horror as they stared at their idiot daughter.
Cassie stopped in her tracks, also horrified. Her heart hammered against her chest as a feeling of ice water being slowly poured over her body drenched her in even deeper fear. Oh, shit. She couldn't alienate them already. They could punish her for being disobedient. She'd heard stories about the women taken by the pack. Some of the stories were less Fifty Shades sexy, more Brothers Grimm deadly. After all, these guys really were the monsters of legend.
“N-no, sir,” she managed to stutter out. Her voice sounded tiny in the appalled silence. “I'm just a little n-nervous. I'm so s-sorry.” She swallowed against the dryness in her mouth. Trying to steady her wire-tight nerves, she managed to utter ceremonial words without tripping over them. “This is a magnificent honor, and I deeply appreciate your choice in me as a pack surrender.”
He regarded her with a long, unblinking stare. The power and strength behind it hit her with a force like a tsunami. Against her will, she looked at the ground. She wasn't a werewolf, but his immense powers worked on her regardless. He was about to be her alpha, and she had no choice but to bow to him.
Not to mention, she had no choice but to do whatever he wanted her to do. From the stories she'd heard all her life, he'd be wanting her to do a lot of things, most of them involving her being completely naked and at his mercy. Also at the mercy of the rest of his male packmates. Because somehow, it was essential to both the pack, and the town.
Daring to glance up, although not at Trevor, Cassie took a good look at the two other wolf shifters ranged beside and slightly behind him. One was as bright and light as Trevor was dark and brooding. Blond hair cut close to his scalp gave him a military look, but his expression was open and welcoming as he kept his own gaze on Cassie. Seeing her look directly at him, he smiled, then took in a leisurely examination of her body. She shivered a bit in response, though the outdoor temperature still hovered near seventy degrees despite the fact the sun would soon set. Her very simple, very sheer little dress left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Ceremonial attire, it was sleeveless, deeply v-necked, and landed about mid-thigh. Oh, and it was also pretty much see-through. Her ample assets were on full display, especially with the last rays of light slanting directly on her like a spotlight.
The blond wolf looked back up at her and winked, after which he ran his tongue over his upper lip in the classic suggestive gesture. In spite of her fear she'd royally pissed off the most alpha leader, she felt a bolt of wet desire between her legs. The blond wolf was Mac. Legend had it he was very, very talented with his fingers. And his lips. And everything else he had at his disposal. Which was supposedly extremely...large.
The powerful arms crossed over Mac's chest flexed and unflexed. Cassie had a sudden vision of being held down by those arms as the other wolves had their way with her, one licking her wet cunt as the other rammed his enormous cock into her from behind. The scene was so detailed, so abrupt, she knew it had come from him. He was sending images into her mind. A gasp caught in her throat, and she felt more hot slickness pooling between her legs. The satisfied smile on his face told her she was right. Yes, indeed, werewolves were undeniably powerful.
Gulping, heart doing some crazy triple-time beat in her chest, she turned her head toward the second werewolf behind the alpha. Everything female in her body sighed at the mere sight of him. Six and a half feet of muscle, Finn possessed stunning good looks and a sensuality so strong it rolled off him in waves. Most of the girls in town dreamed of Finn when they played with themselves in bed late at night. At least, Cassie always used to, so she assumed the rest of them did, too. Finn's golden brown hair flopped down over one dark blue eye, roughing across his cheeks and chin in the sexiest sort of stubble a man could have. Oh, what it would feel like to have that stubble grazing over her body, nestling right into her aching wetness....
Right then, Finn looked at Cassie like she was an all-you-can-eat buffet. He smiled at her. The sort of smile that could make a girl come on the spot. His gaze let her know exactly what he was thinking.
Shifting from one foot to another, Cassie let her thighs squeeze together, tensing her clit. She still felt a degree of terror at not knowing exactly what was about to happen to her. At the same time, anticipation swelled in he
r chest, speeding up her breathing and sinking with a lustful fullness into her darn greedy center, which was all hot and bothered. Oh, god. Three huge, outrageously sexy, unbelievably experienced wolf shifter males—and one tiny, mostly virginal little her. Completely at their disposal, utterly at their command, and totally helpless to say no.
The thought of which, she had to admit despite some shame emanating from her modern strong woman side, turned her on so much it made her pant. After all, she'd been a virgin for almost twenty-two years. A girl had needs, darn it.
Yes, the whole virgin thing. All female humans from Wicked Mountain had to retain their virgin status until they were twenty-two, which was outrageously late these days. Like, stupidly late. But it was so strongly drilled into each one of the town kids from birth that no one disobeyed it. Cassie knew. She'd tried to convince some of the neighbor boys to deflower her when she was sixteen. Each one had turned white before running like hell from her.
It wasn't because she was horrifically ugly or anything. Sure, she could stand to lose a few pounds, but even so, she was female and willing to experiment. Most guys liked that, right?
Nope. Too bad for her, she was from Wicked Mountain town. The local boys just had no desire to be killed in a gruesome fashion by the pack for helping remove the virginity of a town girl. That had happened before, and everyone knew about it. Slow, ugly death by giant wolf claw held no appeal for the boys.
Dammit.
At least she'd practiced making herself climax since she was about thirteen. Which had been even more fun than she'd thought possible, despite the large amount of inspiration she got from the many dirty stories she'd snuck reading from her mother's naughty book collection for the past five years. Not that she was wanton or anything. Hell, she was just...horny. Being a virgin at nearly twenty-two pretty much sucked.