by Beverly Rae
She tracked her tongue over her upper lip. “And I’ll see you come.”
His pace steadied into a rhythmic pounding, and as much as she wanted to see him enter her time and again, she didn’t want to miss the explosion in his eyes that she knew was coming.
He moved into her, fitting with her, making them one. Each thrust brought him closer to his release and she studied him, loving the way she could read him so well. Matching him thrust for thrust, she locked her feet behind him and held on.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her, removing his cock, and she yelped. Yet before she could complain, he unlocked her legs and pushed her knees to her chest. Diving between her legs, he took her again, using his tongue as he’d used his cock.
She cried out, not expecting the quick climax, and clutched at the comforter. He flattened his tongue against her, then scored it over her pussy. As his tongue moved in and out of her, his fingers massaged her throbbing nub, sending her into yet another release. She grabbed her knees and held on, unable to do anything else.
Shudder after shudder racked her and she thrashed her head back and forth, crying out his name. He continued his delicious torment until she begged him to stop, begged him to enter her. He refused, the warm air of his refusal sending shivers over her hot skin.
“Tom, please!”
He nodded then moved to his knees, pulled her legs over his shoulders and shoved into her, groaning as he filled her. Taking her nipple in his mouth, he pumped upward, driving into her. She rode him, clutching at his hair to keep from being bucked off.
She wouldn’t have believed that she could still want him, but her body told her differently. Another climax, the biggest one of all, exploded in the same moment he plunged into her again. She tightened her muscles around him, determined to keep him inside her.
Nipping her shoulder, he adored her with his kisses and his words. “You’re so beautiful, so loving. I want you more each day. Love me, Allie.”
She pressed against him, molding her body to his, putting all her effort into voicelessly telling him how much she loved him. Tracking her fingers through his hair, she brought his mouth to hers, then bit and nibbled at his lower lip.
Soon, however, the muscles in his back tightened and his arms turned to steel, gripping her in a loving vise that wouldn’t let go. His tension built, like a crescendo of desire until, at last, he rammed into her harder than ever. Calling her name, he released, his seed speeding into her.
Minutes later, she stretched and turned to peek at the alarm clock. “Uh-oh. My sisters should’ve been here already. Thank goodness they’re late, but I bet they’ll be here any minute.” The doorbell ringing at that moment sent her flying out of the bed to toss on the first outfit she found in her closet. “Hurry up, Tom.”
“I’m almost ready.” She heard him curse as he stumbled out of the room, frantically pulling on his jeans and shirt. “You get dressed and I’ll get the door.”
Although she was sure she looked and smelled like terrific sex, Allie hurried into the living room to greet her sisters. Too many weeks had passed since she’d seen them and she was thrilled to find them happily chatting with Tom.
“Hey, little sister, Meg and I were just telling Tom about our plans to expand the bakery.” Hilly wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly before finally turning her loose to let Meg do the same.
Meg stepped back, an intense expression on her face. “Hi, sis.” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s new?”
Allie reached for Tom. “How’d you know we have news?”
Her sister’s scrutiny grew stronger. “I just have a feeling.”
Hilly, however, beat her sister to the punch. “Oh, my word. Is that a ring on your finger?”
Allie lifted her left hand and wiggled her fingers. “Why, yes, it is. Tom and I are getting married!”
Hilly gasped, then brought both Tom and Allie into a giant hug. “I’m so happy for both of you.”
Meg, however, kept her distance. “Congratulations. But that’s not what I’m getting at.”
Allie stared at her sister, then saw Hilly shrug. “Aren’t you happy for us, Meg?”
“Of course I am.” Slowly, as though a thought was dawning on her, Meg’s face softened until a knowing smile filled her face. “Oh, Allie, honey. I’m ecstatic. But not just because of the marriage.”
“Then why?” She was thankful for Tom’s arm around her shoulder. What could Meg know?
“Little sister, I hope you’re planning on eloping.”
“Why would we elope? We’re in no hurry.” Tom made an “I haven’t got a clue” face at Allie.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to tell the kiddo that she was conceived before you got hitched. If that kind of thing matters to you.”
Allie’s eyes grew wide. Almost as wide as Tom’s. “What are you talking about, Meg? What kiddo?”
Meg took one of her hands as well as one of Tom’s. “I’m talking about your daughter, silly. Allie, don’t you know yet?” She laughed at the expressions on their faces. “Honey, you’re pregnant.”
Allie’s knees wobbled and Tom had her seated on the sofa before she could grasp what her sister had said. “What did you say?”
“I said you’re going to have a baby.”
“Tom, did you hear her?”
Tom, it seemed, had recovered faster than she had. He slid his arm around her and gazed into her eyes. “I did. We’re going to have a baby girl. Am I right, Meg? You did say ‘daughter’, right?”
“Yep, you’re having a baby girl. And there’s more.” Meg took a stunned Hilly by the hand, leading her to the loveseat across from the couple.
“What do you mean by more? Is she all right?” Worry eclipsed Allie’s joy until Meg shook her head, reassuring her.
“Take it easy. She’s fine. But I’m glad you’re sitting down because, Allie, your little girl is a succubus.”
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When hunter becomes hostage, the only question is: Death by bite, or by bullet?
Running with the Pack
© 2011 Beverly Rae
Cannon Pack, Book 3
At night, Lauren Kade trades her white coat and dental drill for a black uniform and a gun. But not to hunt the shifters she once swore to eliminate. Driven by lingering guilt for killing a female shifter a year ago, she covertly throws other hunters off the trail. She’s good at it, too…until she’s taken hostage by a sexy werewolf whose thirst for revenge is even bigger and badder than his attitude.
Daniel Cannon tried everything to outrun the pain of his mate’s murder, but when hunters take down another pack member, it’s more than he can stand. Now that he’s got one of them at his mercy, though, something strange is happening. Her day job may set his teeth on edge, but her luscious curves make him salivate. In spite of her past sins, she insists she’s reformed into some kind of werewolf guardian angel.
Worse, his heart wants to believe her, and his body aches to mark her as his. Yet going against his instincts could turn him from lover to prisoner. Just when his pack needs him most…
Warning: Be advised. This is not a test. Your limits are about to be pushed. Your desires
will be met. Your heart will burst with pleasure and your dreams will be fulfilled. Prepare yourself for sex hotter than the sun on the driest desert. And if you dare, then run with the pack.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Running with the Pack:
Lauren dropped to the back of the group and switched her gun’s safety to the off position. If she had to, she could cause a diversion from the rear easier than in the front of the group. Halfway through the alley, John went down on one knee, waited for them to do the same, then pointed to a dark corner where one building met another. She squinted into the blackness and hoped she wouldn’t see what she feared most.
A small werewolf bent over the prone body of a homeless man. The man, wearing rags and shoes with holes in the bottoms, was either asleep or unconscious. His hand, however, firmly clutched an empty whiskey bottle.
The poor man had no idea that a werewolf stood over him. Could she wake the man up without scaring the werewolf into biting him? If so, would John and the other hunters hold their fire to keep from hitting the man? Inching forward, she touched John’s shoulder to warn him against shooting while an innocent human was in the line of fire, but she was too late. A shot blasted the silence apart, jolting her and sending her stumbling to the side.
The werewolf’s screech of pain echoed around the alley. Wounded, the shifter landed on its feet but couldn’t stand. Blood ran down its hind leg. The werewolf tried to stumble away, but lost its footing and slumped to the ground.
“Gah! What the fuck is this? Help! Someone get this thing away from me!” The man dropped his bottle to scuttle away from the growling creature. The other men rushed to John, cheering and slapping him on the back. Two hunters helped the man to his feet and retrieved his bottle, then led him down the alley toward the street. Pointing his rifle at the snarling werewolf, John stood back, his chest out and pride oozing from him. “Say nighty-night, shifter.”
Lauren slowly regained her feet, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. Why couldn’t she have acted faster? Disappointment mingled with guilt, tearing a hole in her stomach. But now was not the time to wallow in her feelings. She gritted her teeth and took a few steps toward the sickening scene and the great white hunter holding court over his doting subjects.
“Wait! Don’t shoot!”
John and the others pivoted to her without placing their backs to the werewolf. “What, Lauren?” His eyes flashed above his gleeful grin.
She clenched her fists, resisting the urge to slap the stupid smile off his face. “You promised me I could shoot first.” Why hadn’t she remembered to say that earlier? Had their discussion about Cannon thrown her off? But maybe she wasn’t too late.
“I did? I don’t remember that.” John’s brow knitted and she prayed he’d taken his dumb pill today. He wasn’t the brightest man on the block and she could usually convince him to do what she wanted without him knowing she’d bamboozled him.
“Yeah, you did. Granted, you were drunk.” She got the expected snickers from the group. “But a promise is a promise. And now you go and blow it.”
“Seriously, babe, I don’t think—”
“You don’t think and I don’t care, John. Just answer the question. Are you going to give me what I want or not?” She pouted in the way John couldn’t resist.
Hoots and laughter surrounded her. “Yeah, John-boy. Give her what she wants or one of us might have to give it to her.” John punched the loudmouthed hunter in the arm.
She strode to the group and positioned her body between John and the werewolf. “So the way I see it, you owe me the kill.” She turned to face the werewolf and widened her eyes, hoping to alert him to her plan. “Let me be the one to put him down.”
She watched the battle in John’s eyes and knew how much he wanted to kill the shifter. But, with the heckling of the others, he had little choice but to give in.
“Fine. Just make it quick.”
She blew him a kiss along with a sexy smile and waved everyone back. “You guys might want to step away. Uh, you know. I’m not that good a shot.”
“Ain’t that the truth?”
“Back up, dudes. You never know where her bullet will go.”
At least her bumbling hunter act was still holding up. She almost shook her head in disbelief. Almost a year and they still hadn’t caught on? Wow.
She stepped closer to the bleeding wolf. If he was as intelligent as she thought werewolves were, he’d catch on. At last his gaze met hers and she gave him a huge no-way-can-you-miss-this-signal wink. He blinked, then tilted his head. She wasn’t sure he understood what she was about to do, but he knew she was up to something. She aimed a couple of inches above him, allowing for the discharge from the rifle to miss him.
Get ready, wolf. Taking a breath, she squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out and, after only a moment’s hesitation, the werewolf yelped, jerked, then fell silent. Taking the dirty blanket the homeless man had used, she flung it over the body of the werewolf in feigned disgust. “Good riddance.”
The hunters shouted and John lifted her to twirl her around. “You finally killed one.”
“Finally? But I killed the female. Remember?”
“Oh, sure. Yeah. I forgot. Never mind.” John released her and turned to his men. “Grab the carcass for Lauren, men.”
“No!” Her shout stunned them into inaction, giving her a moment to think. “Uh, I mean, it’s my kill, right? Then I decide what to do with the hide. And I’ve decided that I want to leave it right where it is.”
“But why waste a hide you could hang on your wall?”
Lauren took John by the arm and led him away from the werewolf. “You know I don’t like trophies on my walls. Besides, it’s a scrawny thing.” She adopted an evil expression. “And I want it to stay here. I want to imagine the rats having a feast. I think that’s the best way to dispose of a vile creature like that. It’s my kill, my decision, right?”
“Whatever you say, Lauren. I’m just so damn proud of you. Men, group together.”
Lauren swallowed the bile in her throat and returned his hug but didn’t follow the others as they circled around John. Instead, she paced over to the werewolf, then bent down and lifted a corner of the blanket, pretending to examine the head. “Stay still until we leave. If I can, I’ll come back to help you,” she whispered. She would’ve sworn the shifter’s lips pulled back into a smile.
She turned to face the group and a movement above her brought her to a standstill. The beautiful black werewolf who’d escaped with the injured female werewolf crouched on the roof above her, his lips curled back to expose deadly fangs. She took a moment to appreciate his magnificent body, then abruptly dropped her eyes. If she drew attention to him, John would start the hunt again, thrilled by the chance to bag two in one night. The magnetic pull emanating from the mystical animal, however, drew her attention back, holding her spellbound. His eyes, brilliant amber, glowed against his black face and the dark night around him.
Lauren couldn’t help but study him. His body was all muscles and packed action. This creature, this regal being, was more a true hunter than John could ever be. The werewolf tilted his head, reminding her of someone else. Suddenly, realization struck her, dazing her. It’s Daniel. She smiled, a little embarrassed not to have made the connection before. She should have known. In either form, he had the same intensity, the same sexual pull, the same overpowering presence. She frowned. The same accusatory expression? But why was his fury focused on her and not the others? Shit, he doesn’t understand. He thinks I’m with them.
Panic rolled through Lauren. She had to do something before John and the others noticed him. In the end, however, it was Daniel who drew their attention.
The werewolf on the roof turned toward the hunters and widened his snarl. A spine-tingling growl floated down to the hunters, and he crouched as though ready to attack.
Praying her idea would work, Lauren lifted her rifle, aimed and pulled the trigger.
Sensual water shifters meet
volatile air shifters—there’s a storm coming.
Stormy Seduction
© 2011 Vivian Arend
Pacific Passion, Book 2
As morning-afters go, this one is looking pretty bright. Both air shifter Laurin Marshal and water shifter/shaman Matthew Jentry are aware, though, that trouble won’t be long in coming. And they’re right—before they’ve barely begun to work out the details of their mystical bond, the People of the Air find them to challenge Laurin’s right to choose Matt as her mate.
Fending off Laurin’s would-be suitors is easier than Matt anticipated, but there’s another dilemma still to face. His own people. Laurin is just beginning to trust that his heart and body are completely hers, a radical change after she’s spent the past two years alone and on the run. What will happen when his skittish, innocent partner encounters the playful, sensual—even lusty—ways of the Otter Clan?
Especially since they are arriving at the peak of the traditional summer solstice fertility rituals. And tradition demands they be the main attraction…
Warning: Incoming extreme passion yielding one otherworldly adventure. Don’t let the book length fool you—there’s enough heat in this story to challenge global warming. Four plus two equals one ceremony so explosive it may throw the earth off its axis.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Stormy Seduction:
The kiss was soft, a blessing of his mouth against hers, his fingers tugging through her hair to allow him deeper access, his tongue dancing across the roof of her mouth. A moan of desire escaped her, the need for him to touch her growing by the second. Her breasts felt full and heavy, an aching emptiness between her legs.
It might be sexist, but watching him battle earlier, fighting on her behalf, had really turned her on.
He stroked her cheek. “We can set sail in the morning, and still make it to Bella Coola by dinner on Saturday. Does that give you enough time to prepare for teaching this coming week?”