He looks up at me, eyes bright with amusement. "Fair? Who said anything about fair?"
Before I can retort, he inserts two fingers deep inside me, a smooth, perfect penetration that makes me stand on my tiptoes, followed right after by his tongue on my clit. I feel like I'm being buffeted by a hurricane of pleasure, and when he begins to curl his fingers and work them in and out of me while licking ever harder I cry out, my grip on the shelving slipping and knocking books to the floor.
"I'm going to devour you," he says, looking up at me again, fingers pumping. "You're mine. Your body is mine. Your juice. Your orgasms. I'm going to make you scream. Beg for mercy."
"Oh," I whimper, unable to come up with a response. I'm up on my tiptoes, my legs shaking.
"So smooth," he whispers, lips against my wet slit. "So ready."
Where did he learn such skill? I can't stifle a cry of pleasure as he pushes me closer to the edge. I want him to stop, it's too intense, but I can't catch my breath, can't get the words out.
"Your body is so eager," he says. "You want to come, don't you? You want to come hard." His voice is unbearably sensual, dripping with desire.
"Yes," I cry, pushing my hips forward, needing release, needing to come.
"Come for me, Joanna. Show me how good it feels."
His command, his authority, his confidence arouse me further than I think is possible. I cry out, and my climax is hard and intense. I fall forward, and he rises swiftly to catch me as I do, and holds me against his chest as the pleasure pulses through me.
I try to think of something witty. Of anything. But nothing comes. It's been a hot week of sex, and I'm still not used to how intensely he can make me come, how powerfully he makes me orgasm.
His lips meet mine, and I can feel his hands moving his jeans and boxers to the floor. I reach down to grasp his shaft. I love how hard he gets, how his need for my body, for my sex is made so obvious by his rigid erection. He strains for me, and I work his silken length for a few moments before he growls with barely restrained hunger. "I need you," he says. "To be deep inside you. Now."
I want to feel his cock between my lips, to taste his precum, to work my tongue around his throbbing crown, but my core needs him more, the throbbing pleasure from the previous orgasm fading and leaving me hungry for more.
"I've been thinking about fucking you all day," he growls, his cock between my thighs. "Your scent has haunted me since I left you asleep in bed. I've carried it with me, and it's tormenting me. I need to fuck you. I need you so bad, Joanna."
My whole soul aches at the sound of those words. I've never felt so desired, so alive, so fiercely in love. This man is passionate and rough, gentle and demanding, fire and control. His shifter energy is unquenchable, and I want him, all of him, now.
I widen my legs, and he catches one thigh and lifts it, opening me wide. I feel the tip of him touch my lips. We lock eyes, and he seems almost like a stranger, the burning intensity of his need making him fierce and predatory. I feel a shiver of delight and fear, of hunger and passion. This is more than a man. This is more than anything I've ever experienced. This is a shifter, and life with him will always be but one step away from magic and mystery.
"Fuck," he groans as he pushes into me and sinks himself into me completely. I wrap both arms around his neck and close my eyes, the sensation of him stretching me, filling me completely, almost too much. I angle my hips just right and feel him grind in slow circles against my clit, his cock completely within me.
Each heavy thrust feels so good. The stack behind me shakes each time he pistons into me, but right now I don't care about anything but the sensation of Chase inside me. I clench tight around him, and he pumps harder and harder.
"Take me, Chase. I'm yours. Take me."
My words push him over the edge. He growls, and begins fucking me for real, his strokes long and hard. I clutch at him, hold him tight, and take all of him, over and over again. I want him to consume me, devour me, to obliterate me with pleasure.
"Joanna," he grunts. "My mate. My love."
Deeper. Faster. Harder. I hear myself crying out, over and over again, until he kisses me deeply, and just as he does so I come hard, my whole body shaking as he roars and strains against me one last time, hot seed spilling into my depths, filling me completely.
I collapse in his arms, head on his shoulder, chest heaving for breath, blinking away the flashing lights behind my eyelids as I slowly come back to myself. He's growling softly, no, purring like some great cat, holding me effortlessly, kissing my neck. Still inside me, throbbing still. I moan in a low, happy way, and kiss him. Gentle, then teasing, and he smiles, eyes alight.
"We need to go home," he says, voice soft.
"Home?" I raise an eyebrow.
"So we can do this properly. I want to claim you as my mate, mark you as mine."
I remember Blake's words, and rake my hair back. "Your permanent mate?"
He nods, face serious. "It will take hours. Hours of making love, and then, when we can take it no longer, when we're both hanging raw and exalted over the void, I will mark you, and take you as mine."
The idea almost frightens me. He holds me with his gaze, and I realize that even though I'm nervous about that level of intensity, there's nothing else I want more in the world.
"I will be yours," I whisper.
He nods. "And I will be yours. Forever."
I feel tears brim in my eyes. "I want that. I want that so bad."
Chase smiles and leans in to kiss me. "Good. This is just the beginning, my love. Just the beginning."
And at the sound of those words, my heart soars with joy.
Epilogue
Everything had gone horribly wrong. Just when Sarah thought she couldn't get any happier, she'd lost it all: her boyfriend, her glass blowing business, and her home. To be exact, she'd lost her business and home to her boyfriend, who'd revealed himself to be the lowest of the low. Numb and reeling, she returns to her childhood home of Honeycomb Falls to pick up the broken pieces of her life.
Driving into town in her old pick-up truck, Sarah has vague ideas about starting a new glass blowing business - and discovering whatever happened to Jacob and Marcus, her best friends when they'd been kids. Best friends that during her last golden summer in town had wanted her as something more. She'd fled their advances, confused and overwhelmed, and made a new life for herself in New York City. What would they be like now all grown up? And would those two werewolves give this curvy girl the time of day now that she was coming home?
THE END
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Falling for the Alphas (Silver Dawn Saga Parts 1 - 5)
Struck by tragedy, the Silver Song pack has split in two. Neither of the new alphas can defeat the darkness that is sweeping over Fort Brixton alone, however - it is the way of the wolf that one must die so the other can re-unite the packs.
Enter Naomi, a curvaceous and determined reporter with no clue as to the supernatural causes behind her city's rapid decline. When her investigations land her in hot water, she's saved by Dylan, the searingly intense and handsome young Alpha whose bravery and good looks sweep her off her feet.
Yet even as she starts to fall for Dylan, she learns that he may soon die at the claws of Kayden, the dark and driven alpha of the new Vengeance pack. Determined to prevent this tragedy, she sets out to reconcile the two alphas - by any means necessary.
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Desired by the Alpha (Silver Dawn Saga Parts 6 - 8)
Alyssa's life has turned into a nightmare. Stolen from her home and held prisoner at the Silver Dawn Cairn, she can only wait while the werewolves decide if death is more merciful than allowing her cursed he
ritage to manifest itself.
Erich North is the alpha of the mighty Chicago Ink Cairn. There is no wolf he cannot defeat, but even he must bow to ancient lupine tradition. Reluctant and bitter, he's come to the Silver Dawn to fulfill his political duty and sacrifice his heart.
A chance meeting during the Full Moon Revel sets them on a course of soul-shaking pleasure and inescapable tragedy. For no matter how mind-blowing their mating, neither can avert their terrible fate that threatens to sweep them apart forever.
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