Primal Night

by Ally Parker

  “You did all this for me?”

  He nodded and bit his lip. She’d never seen him looking more vulnerable.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  Grinning, he reached over to a peg behind the door and grabbed a soft blanket. He wrapped it around her shoulders, his fingers skirting her collarbone. She shivered. Lips tugging upward, he planted a kiss on her forehead and swept his arm toward the chair. “I wanted to steal you for a while before we spent time with the males. Go on, take a seat. Eat.”

  She wasn’t going to hold back. The food looked and smelled delectable. If the cinnamon rolls were anything to go by it would be a sin not to sample everything. They both took their fill. It didn’t take long before only crumbs were left.

  Ryker stood and walked over to the desk and pulled out a small box. “When I was a pup, my ma would tell me every day that she was the luckiest ma alive because I was a wish come true.”

  Kali leaned forward; Ryker hadn’t spoken much about his mother, and she knew it was a sore topic.

  Rounding the desk Ryker approached and dropped to his knees in front of her.

  “Before she left she gave me this…” He held out his palm and there sat a small, clear ball housing one perfectly formed dandelion seed head. “I would be honored if you would wear it for me. Because this Christmas all my wishes have come true because of you.”

  Emotion cut off her vocal cords, so she nodded and leaned forward.

  Ryker placed the necklace around her neck, leaned back on his haunches and smiled. “Stunning.”

  She reached up and clasped the pendent. “I will cherish it always. I’ll cherish you always, Ryker Bennett. Apart, we may be jagged edges accidently tearing through fabric, but together we somehow fit, somehow smooth out the hardness and strengthen each other.”

  Ryker reached forward and knotted his hands in the blanket and yanked her forward. His lips smashed against hers, and he encased their body between his arms. Her hands reached up and cupped his face, deepening their kiss. He tasted like a promise.

  In a swift move, Ryker stood. The blanket pooled at their feet, and in three strides he had her pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. No longer inhibited by rational thought, she ran on nothing more than carnal, unrelenting hunger to mate with Ryker. To feel him fill her very core.

  Ryker pulled away on a growl. “You drive me insane. I want you. I have to have you right now, like this, up against the wall.”

  Scraping her teeth along her bottom lip she looked at him from behind her lashes and trailed a single finger in between the contoured muscle. If Ryker reached down and touched her, he’d know the extent of her need. “What are you waiting for?”

  A deep moan vibrated Ryker’s chest. He cupped her breast and dipped his head, feasting on her flesh. His tongue flattened and flicked in a way that sent bolts of desire straight to her core. His arousal filled her nose and it drove her to a frenzy. She needed to feel him inside her. Pleasure tugged at her hips and she shamelessly rubbed her clit against his length.

  Her fingers tug into his shoulders, and she threw her head back against the wall. Ryker stopped laving her nipple and kissed up to where her mating mark was. He licked it, and her canines burst free, her human nails changed to her wolf and she could feel the way her eyes shifted. “I need you.”

  Feather soft, his fingers skated over her lower belly and down to her open pussy. His hand ran along her clit and dipped into her opening. She clenched around two digits and he repeated the process again.

  “What do you need?”

  Pushing herself against his fingers he pulled back to tease her clit. Almost there. His hand dipped into her again, and she reached down and rubbed her clit as he pumped into her. A growl hovered between them and she looked at him to see his eyes glowing with hunger.

  He eased her body down his and dropped to his knees. His hot breath fanned across her folds and her stomach quivered. Running a hand from her ankle, he hoisted her leg over his shoulder. The next moment his mouth was on her clit. Licking and sucking.

  Pleasure sang through her body, making her knees weak. She stroked Ryker’s head and reached up to flick at one of her nipples. A crescendo of sensations started at her clit and exploded into a chorus. Ever molecule in her body bowed to the authority of her desire. Her hips gyrated against Ryker’s face as he milked every fragment of her orgasm.

  Sucking in a breath, a wicked grin split across his face. “We’re not finished yet.”

  She laughed and thought how amazing her mate was. He’d given her everything—mind-blowing orgasms. More importantly with Ryker, she had acceptance, a place to belong, a family, and as long as she had him, she would always have a home.

  Ryker was hungry, starved to feel his mate wrapped around him. He needed to feel her close to him in every way possible. Without even realizing it, Kali could make him forget to breathe. He lost himself that much in the scent of her, the feel of her under his touch, the way her body responded for only him.

  He climbed his way up Kali’s body, tasting every inch of her flesh. Her breasts hung firm, the skin soft beneath his tongue, and he nibbled his way to its sensitive peaks. She gasped, her hands clutching at his head, holding him in place.

  Damn, his cock ached. He wanted Kali just as frenzied as he was. Dragging himself away from her nipple, he clamped his teeth firmly over his mating mark and growled. Under his touch, her body shivered from the top of her head all the way down to her hips.

  She was his everything, and he’d give everything to her. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  Kali moaned, rubbing herself along his body. The scent of her heat grew, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. Kali may have leashed his wolf, but his animal was always ravenous for her touch. Swooping his arm under her legs, he carried her to the bed.

  Her laughter always made him still on the inside. She turned over and crawled across the bed, sashaying her ass. Each time she moved he caught the sight of her core teasing him. Mindless desire launched him across the mattress and he wrapped his fingers around her hips, dragging her to meet his erection.

  She gasped and arched back into him and looked at him over her shoulder. His hand slipped down and strummed across her clit until she was rocking on his hand. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to slam into her. This mating was all about her pleasure. Each stroke made her legs quiver, and when she clutched onto the sheet, he knew it was time.

  He grunted, feeding his length into her hot, wet center.

  “Jesus!”

  His fingers tightened, leaving dents in her hips. Nothing had felt as good. He thought once Kali had banded him, his drive to mate would be controllable. He thought wrong. Inside, his wolf was clawing for him to thrust deeper, harder.

  Caging her body with his, he reached around and thumbed her nipples. She groaned rocking back onto his cock. He could feel her hot little finger working at her clit, her fingers teasing his cock each time he pushed into her.

  Surrendering to the need coursing through his body, he moved faster, pumping in and out of her. Electrified tingles shot through his veins and pooled in his balls. The walls of her center gripped and fluttered around his dick.

  His throat worked and he growled, “Fuck.”

  Kali’s pussy pulsed around his cock, and she call out his name. His breathing became choppy; his body vibrated with the need to fill his mate with seed. He couldn’t hold on any longer. The orgasm gripped him by the balls and squeezed out every pulse of pleasure in his body, wringing him dry.

  Body spent, he collapsed, rolling and taking Kali into his arms and holding her tight. His chest pumped, and he trailed his fingers along the edge of Kali’s hip. “Are you okay?”

  Laughing, she turned to face him. “I’m a little more than okay.”

  He squeezed her tighter and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I love you, Kali.”

  Her eyes softened “I love you, Ryker Bennett. Because of you I’ve gotten everything I’ve ever hoped for.�
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  Toying with the soft strands of her hair, he knew no matter what happened next, they’d be okay. “Our future is so uncertain. The only constant I know it that no matter what tomorrow brings, I know you’ll be there with me.”

  “For always.”

  From his experience, Ryker knew darkness offered protection. Darkness held no expectations, and it didn’t judge him. But nor did it offer solutions or comfort. Darkness made him humble. Because of the darkness he’d housed, he could recognize the small things that mattered. Darkness made him remember that sunshine would inevitably follow.

  His creature would always house darkness, but thanks to Kali, he would always see the light.

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  PRIMAL NEED

  A Prowlers Novel

  By Ally Parker

  Sasha Wright knew she was about to become a statistic. Just another lost face slapped on a milk carton that no one battered an eye over.

  Fisting her hands in the blanket, she jerked her head back and rested it on the cold stone wall. “Damn it to hell.”

  Being captured was never part of the plan. If her people found out about it, she’d never live it down. She swallowed hard. That’s on the account she survived and managed to get out of the shifter's grasp.

  One hint of her true identity, and she'd be signing her own death warrant. As it stood in that moment, her chances of survival were slim. Nothing had been more imperative than keeping her knowledge hidden. Especially from Quinn.

  She rolled her eyes. It was meant to be a simple job—scout out the area and see if the whispers of a pack of shifters were true. In and out. Apparently, one moment of weakness did make a difference. It seemed the sexier the guy, the more trouble he brought.

  Sighing, she sat up. Looking for shifters wasn’t the real reason for volunteering her services for the job. She had her own mission. Of course she’d done her duty and scouted out the area for anything paranormal. When she’d turned up nothing, she headed off to investigate the file she found in her father’s private office.

  Her life came to a screeching halt when she found pictures of herself as a small child and a hell of a lot of medical notes. She didn’t remember being sick. Was it simply a part of Hunter integration, or something else? “I will find out what it all means.”

  Her biggest lead was a photo of her pregnant mother standing with a strange man. On the back of the photo was a location for the next town over from where she’d been scouting for shifters. After a hard afternoon canvassing the area, she had a meeting in three days’ time with someone who claimed to have information.

  Wanting to celebrate a small victory, a drink sounded good, so she went to some dive bar—Prowlers. One drink led to another and, before she knew it, she managed to go home with a shifter. If only she’d realized before it was too late.

  She snorted. “Note to self: Don’t come up with anymore bright ideas.”

  Flopping back on the bed, she stared at the bared air vent. Unless her father wanted stats on how many rocks it took to make her cell—turned out it was a helluva lot—she didn’t have much intel. She had decided last night was the last day she would be a prisoner; today, she would be changing her fate. Knowing it was another week until her father expected contact gave the shifter the upper hand on her situation.

  Keys jangled in her door and she jackknifed up. “Quinn.”

  It was always Quinn. Her stomach fluttered, and she squashed the feeling down and stomped on it for good measure. He was a shifter. A monster she despised. The metal door opened without protest. A black boot edged in followed by a muscular leg wrapped in denim. Her gaze trailed higher to the tight black shirt that molded perfectly to every contour and valley he had to offer.

  Days’ worth of dark stubble covered his angular jaw. She noted the way it seemed set in stone and wondered if that meant something. Shaggy, sandy hair was wild in every which way, framing his face, and his eyes appeared to shine an unearthly deep blue, reminding her he wasn’t human. At least to herself she could admit he was a fine specimen; that didn’t mean he wasn’t an animal capable of brutal things.

  “How are you today, Sasha?”

  She ignored him. Briefly, a strained smile swept across his face before his jaw returned rigid. Like for the past fourteen days, he placed a tray of food beside her on the bed. He turned—like always—and sat toward the door to lock it. Adrenaline coursed through her body and she tamped it down, waiting the extra few seconds she needed. One heartbeat, two. In one move, she lunged for the tray and sprang from the bed.

  The dish crashed to the floor, her dinner along with it. Quinn spun to face her. With as much force as she could muster, she swung the tray. Quinn’s hand wrapped around her wrist. He applied enough pressure that the tray slipped from her grip and clattered to the floor. Pulling her close, he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she could hear him inhale. “Feeling frisky today? I have to admit it turns me on.”

  He wasn’t lying. The evidence pressed against her hip. Her eyes narrowed, and she tugged to get out of his hold. “You make me sick.”

  Sighing, he let her go. “I know you don’t mean that.”

  “The hell I don’t.”

  It was just like an animal to be turned on by violence. So it didn’t shock her to feel his erection pressed against her body. What did shock her was the acknowledgement of sexual power. Knowing she effected a male on a physical level quickened her pulse. Guilt quickly followed. Turning, she faced the bed. It wasn’t like her to be distracted by a male. A shifter, unheard of. She knew the depravity they were capable of. After all, her family had paid with their lives at shifter hands.

  “Your body wasn’t saying that the night we met.”

  Her muscles tensed. Damn it. She didn’t need the reminder that he’d lapped at her pussy like a starved man, made her shudder with each exquisite stroke. Moisture pooled in her panties at the memory, and she squeezed her legs tight, disgusted with her body’s reaction. Quinn sucked in a breath, and a low growl rumbled from him.

  Anger quickly snuffed out the memory, and she spun to face him. “Damn it.” She cut the air with her hand. “I had no idea you were some kind of animal; otherwise, I would never let you touch me!”

  “The way I remember it you loved how I touched you.” He stepped close so their bodies were only a breath apart. Bending, his head hovered near her ear. She froze. “The next time you want to feel my tongue stroke your clit, feel the heat of my hands caressing your body, or experience the pleasures we were denied, you’ll be begging for my touch.”

  She snorted and curled her lip. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I’ll want anything from you, let alone your touch.”

  For a moment they faced off; she stared into his eyes, unblinking. In her periphery his throat bobbed; he closed his eyes and took a step back.

  “As much as I love our little
chats, this time it’s important.”

  From behind her, Quinn’s boots shuffled on the rock floor.

  She folded her arms across her chest. “Unless it’s about my freedom, I’m not interested.”

  Silence stretched between them. He almost looked fragile, as if his world had been shattered. Which was absurd. She doubted he had feelings. Seeking out the black lines of his wolf glyph peeking out from his black tee reminded her he was nothing more than a monster. If only she’d paid closer attention in the dim lighting of Prowlers. Any hunter worth their grain of salt knew shifters bore the black tattoo-like markings of their wolf along their body. Quinn was no different. The telltale strokes licked up the left side of his neck.

  He cleared his throat. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

  The pounding of her heart increased, and she searched his face, only to find all expression gone, “What way is that?”

  “If you’d only calmed enough to let me explain. Let me ease you into our world. You’d see we aren’t the monsters you take us for.”

  The morning after the worst mistake of her life, she’d seen firsthand one of his kind turn rogue. Quinn had tossed her over his shoulder and locked her in a cell. A bubble of laughter erupted. Her mistake had kept giving ever since.

  Of all the absurd things she heard, his words had to be the most insane. She’d seen exactly what his kind was capable of. She had the scars to prove it. “Don’t take me for a fool. I know exactly what your kind is like.”

  His brows pinched together, his eyes narrowing an inch. As if he was assessing her under a new light.