Palm Haven Shifters: Complete Five-Part Series

by Sennah Tate

  She hadn’t wanted to admit her feelings to herself for fear of disappointment, but now that he’d acknowledged the connection between them, she couldn’t deny it anymore. José was unlike anyone she’d ever met. Sweet, compassionate, gentle and forceful all at once. She admired everything about the way he dealt with his followers. She admired him.

  His lips pressed against hers again and she parted, allowing his tongue entrance to her mouth, losing herself to the delicious sensations swirling within her. Letting her magic surge to life rather than tamping it down.

  José’s hand trailed up and down her back, making Sonya desperately wish they were skin-to-skin. She needed to feel his hot flesh under her fingertips. Needed all of him. Now that she wasn’t afraid, she realized how much she’d been denying herself.

  So caught up in worry about unknowns, Sonya never gave herself a break to even wonder or dream about whether something like this could work. If it was even possible. If she and José could try this thing.

  Of course, she’d been with an Alpha before and it didn’t work out too well. But Diego was nothing like José. He wasn’t generous or gentle or understanding like José. The power of being Alpha had made him a monster rather than a respectable leader.

  “You drive me crazy, Sonya. I don’t even know how to explain it.” As he said it, José’s hands drifted down her side. His grip tightened over her hip and Sonya felt his control slipping, her magic urging both of them on.

  “I… I don’t mean to,” she protested, pressing against him as she did. Her body had a mind of its own and it was only looking for one thing: release.

  He groaned and splayed a wide hand over her hip to still her.

  She thought about those thick fingers and the things that they could do to her.

  He nipped at her neck before moving down her shoulder.

  “You’re just asking for trouble,” he growled, his hand traveling up her shirt, cupping a heavy breast, drawing a moan from Sonya’s lips.

  He rolled her nipple between his fingers, pinching ever so slightly and she squirmed against him, wanting to feel all of him on her needy flesh.

  “Are you going to give it to me?” She asked, her hand tracing the bulge in his pants shamelessly.

  He gave her another growl. “Yes, but not here.”

  José ushered her around the lake, back towards her home, only stopping a handful of times to wrap her in his arms with another breath-taking kiss.

  By the time they got back to Sonya’s little ranch house and she fumbled with the keys, she was hot, wet, needy and insistent.

  José pressed her against the door and trailed hot kisses down her neck while she reached behind her, grasping for the doorknob as she moaned his name.

  Once inside, the door locked behind them, it only took him half a second to rip her shirt off and suck her nipple in between his teeth. She threw her head back and moaned as her fingers dug into his scalp, holding him in place. He filled her veins with a crackling heat she couldn’t ignore.

  There was no way she could wait until they were in the bedroom. She needed him now. Thankfully, he seemed to be on the same page.

  In one sweeping movement he cleared the coffee table and laid her on the cold glass top. Goosebumps rose over her flesh, but she didn’t care. She just wanted him. She wanted him to touch her, taste her… She wanted him to claim her. She needed it and there was no room to think about anything else until she had it.

  He peeled her jeans from her thighs and nibbled along the insides of her legs, making her squirm.

  The world was spinning. She needed something to ground her. She felt his breath on her damp sex and her back arched off the table.

  “Fuck,” he groaned before lapping up her copious juices with his broad tongue.

  Stars burst before Sonya’s eyes and her fingers gripped the edges of the coffee table with white knuckles. Magic pooled in her sex, driving her onward, pushing her toward the summit she sought.

  José couldn’t seem to get enough of her. His fingers gripped her hips with bruising force just to keep her still against his face. She squirmed and writhed with hungry need and unbearable anticipation.

  His tongue darted inside her and she moaned, clutching at his hair to hold him in place.

  “Oh, god, José,” she whispered.

  She needed this so bad. He slipped a finger inside of her, dragging his tongue back up her wet slit, purposefully avoiding the tiny bud of nerves that would undoubtedly set her off.

  His finger curled inside of her, sending ripples of pleasure throughout Sonya’s body and her toes curled as she felt her release nearing.

  “Please,” she moaned, clutching fistfuls of his hair as she ground her aching sex against his skilled mouth.

  José gave her a cocky grin, the sight coupled with her juices glistening on his face made her moan greedily again. His tongue pressed against her clit and Sonya’s world exploded into light and the tsunami of her release crashed over her.

  Sonya whimpered as his finger left her and she ached with the loss. Her blood boiled in her veins and the crazy ass hormones that thrummed through both of them made her feel like she’d never be satisfied.

  “Bedroom. Now,” he growled, helping her up from the glass coffee table, smeared with condensation and the products of her release.

  She stood on wobbly legs and tugged him by the hand into her tastefully decorated bedroom. The bedroom that he’d supplied for her.

  José closed the door behind him and in a flash, closed the distance between him and Sonya.

  She gasped as his lips fell on hers, coaxing her libido back to life with every expert stroke of his tongue inside her mouth.

  “You’re so damn incredible,” José said, one hand slipping between them to absently rub her clit as his lips trailed a hot path down her neck.

  Her only response was another wanton moan as he pushed her down on the plush mattress.

  In the blink of an eye his mouth was wrapped around one of Sonya’s taut nipples, drawing out cries of ecstasy as fingers traveled her body, down, down, down between her legs.

  “God you’re so fucking wet,” José groaned.

  He thrust two fingers inside of her and bent to nibble on her clit. Her body went wild with panting and squirming as he drove her completely crazy.

  “Please,” she cried, spreading her thick thighs wide for his hungry gaze.

  His tongue circled the puckered bud of her ass as his thumb pressed into her clit, forcing her hips off the bed as she let out a tiny gasp of surprise.

  José seemed to know instinctively that she couldn’t take any more teasing. He freed his cock from the restrictive confines of his jeans and rubbed the tip up and down Sonya’s slit, gathering her wetness, his eyes rolling back in his head.

  Sonya’s legs trembled with need.

  Oh god, how she needed him.

  Suddenly she was surprised to remember that she’d ever wanted anyone but him. Her chest rose and fell quickly as shallow gasps ripped through her lungs. The anticipation was killing her.

  She looked between them and her eyes fell on the monster he slid through her moisture. A groan escaped her lips; he was so big! She couldn’t wait to feel him fill and stretch her. It had been so long. Too long.

  The head of his cock rubbed over her clit and Sonya arched off the bed, reaching for José’s forearms, clawing at him desperately as he withheld what she wanted so badly.

  All at once, he drove into her, splitting her in two as a cry of ecstasy ripped from her throat. He filled her completely; her interior muscles clenched and gripped him with each maddening thrust. She didn’t know how long she’d be able to last like this. It was so much more than she expected. But he seemed determined to make her cry out his name for the entire pack to hear.

  Sonya felt as if José drove straight into her core. With each thrust of his hips, the ball of need inside of her grew more and more compact, swirling in her center, readying to burst forth. She tried so hard to pull her magic bac
k in, but José’s relentless strokes pushed her further and further outside of herself. She felt that she was expanding; her magic reached out in every direction, desperate for something to cling to. Time and time again, the only thing it found was José.

  His hands on her hips helped keep her grounded. The bite of pain from his grip was lost in the torrent of pleasure that threatened to carry her out to sea.

  She felt him swell inside of her.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress beneath her.

  “That’s it. Let go, Sonya.” His thumb found her clit and before she could register the new wave of sensations, his mouth closed on hers, propelling her over the edge.

  Her entire body tensed, but José’s tongue worked in tandem with his dick and his thumb and everything inside of her exploded.

  Bursts of color popped in and out of existence before her eyes. For a moment, Sonya thought she was seeing things, but then everything went black.

  Light still peeked in from below the curtains, but José apparently didn’t need lighting to know every sensitive spot on her body.

  Relentlessly, he claimed her, each thrust pulling another strangled moan from her lips. He wasn’t going to let her come down before he pushed her even further, though Sonya didn’t know how much further she could go. The whole world felt fuzzy and distant and the only thing she could grasp onto was José and the place their bodies joined.

  He buried his face in the crook of her neck and she clung to him as if he were a life raft. She felt the surge rising in both of them. Her grip on him tightened – inside and out – and before she knew what he was doing, his teeth clamped down onto her neck.

  Her scream was a mix of pain and pure blissful pleasure as they came together, his body still jerking slightly within her.

  José licked the spot on her neck where Sonya felt the warm wetness of her blood: she was really his now.

  There were worse things, she thought with a little satisfied grin.

  It took a few minutes of fumbling around in the dark for José to find the breaker box, but once he did the lights were back on in seconds.

  “There,” he said, clearly pleased with himself as he returned to the bedroom.

  “Sorry about that,” Sonya said with a sheepish giggle.

  “It was you that installed this faulty wiring, wasn’t it?” He joked.

  She laughed. “No, but magic doesn’t always play nice with electricity,” she said.

  “So, candlelight next time?” José asked, kissing the tender spot on her neck where he’d marked her. She knew what that action meant to a wolf, but he’d just been caught up in the moment. He got caught up in the power of her magic. Neither one of them could control how their bodies reacted to one another.

  Sonya still thrummed with anticipation just from being near him, but her mind was otherwise occupied.

  “Are you sure you can be with a… a…” she stumbled over her words, suddenly consumed with worry once more. What if it had just been her magic pushing them towards one another? What if the spark faded now?

  “A witch,” he said, slipping his fingers between hers. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close with a heated kiss.

  “My witch,” he corrected.

  Suddenly, her tension melted away. He accepted her and her son for what they were. He vowed to protect them. His wolf promised to protect them.

  His lips found hers again and this time she returned the kiss with more enthusiasm than before. She’d thought for so long that all wolves were as bad as Diego. José seemed to be the opposite. José made her feel at home.

  “Of course I’m sure,” he said, kissing the tender spot on her neck once more and she shivered with the enormity of the gesture.

  “I’ve never felt so… powerful,” she said, her fingertips still sparkling with energy as he traced lazy circles around her nipples. “I’ve always resisted my magic, thinking it would make me more of a target. But now…”

  She felt like a new woman. Her skin was alive with magic, her stores full to bursting. For the first time in her life, Sonya’s magic felt like a part of her. For so long it was like a blemish that she wanted to be rid of and now she was starting to realize it was more of a beauty mark than a zit. Something to be proud of. Something that made her uniquely her.

  “Now what?” José asked, stroking the sensitive skin under her breasts as they laid together tangled in the sheets.

  She felt strong. More confident that she’d be able to protect herself and her son from Diego if he ever reappeared.

  Not that she’d be alone. José would be by her side. She hoped he always would be.

  “I don’t know. I feel more like myself. It’s hard to explain. I’ve heard other witches talk about this feeling of oneness, but I didn’t know what it meant. I didn’t know what it was like. Everything is just… right.”

  His hand stilled on her hip and Sonya sensed José had something he wasn’t saying.

  “There’s something you should know… I didn’t want to tell you because I thought I could protect you from it without you ever finding out… But I think you should know,” he said, tracing the outlines of her fingers with gentle sweeping strokes.

  Her stomach dropped — what now? Why couldn’t they just have this moment?

  “There is a witch from the Coven trying to orchestrate war between the shifters. I haven’t given into her demands, but she’s threatened to use other wolves in my stead… mainly…”

  “Diego,” Sonya finished his sentence with a sigh. “But why try to start a war? Is there anything we can do to stop her?”

  José laced their fingers together and squeezed her hand, bringing it up to his lips for another kiss. “My only concern is for you, Manuel, and the pack. The other clans will have to sort out their own problems. She… well she threatened to trade you and Manuel to Diego for his cooperation.”

  Sonya stiffened at that. What kind of witch would sacrifice her own kind?

  “But I want you to know I’m never going to let that happen. None of us will. You’re safe in this pack, Sonya. You’re one of us.”

  She kissed him, moved by his words but unsure of how he’d match up against a Coven witch.

  Sonya reminded herself that she was a full-strength witch again, too and that together, they’d be able to conquer any threat.

  “And now you have a magical secret weapon,” she said with a grin, letting her fingers explore his muscled body again.

  “That’s right. I’d like to see them try,” he chuckled, kissing her senseless again.

  Chapter 12

  JOSÉ

  After his night with Sonya, José felt like he was on Cloud Nine. Nothing could bring him down or even come close to touching his pure unadulterated joy.

  How had everything just fallen into place so perfectly? How could everything be going so damn well?

  He’d never been the type to get this lucky. To have all the pieces join together in this flawless picturesque way.

  And while everything was going splendidly with Sonya, he knew she was only one part of the equation. Manuel and his mother were a package deal and he hadn’t had a chance to bond with the little tyke at all.

  Sonya stirred next to him as sunlight crept in through her windows and she yawned with a big stretch, thrusting her bare breasts against his chest and she snuggled into him.

  “Good morning,” he said in a deep husky tone.

  “Mmm, mornin’,” she answered with a sleepy smile. She certainly hadn’t had much opportunity to rest last night. Once he knew how intensely gorgeous she was in the throes of passion, once he’d heard her plaintive moans and felt her legs wrapped around him, her pussy milking him so perfectly… Well, he hadn’t really been able to give her a break.

  Though she didn’t seem to be complaining.

  “What are your plans for the day?” He asked, stroking her mussed hair away from her face.

  She yawned again. “Um, I have the day off, why
?”

  “I was thinking we pick up Manuel, grab some breakfast, and spend the day together?”

  “All three of us?” Sonya asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

  “Well… yeah.”

  She kissed him so hard that José was sure his heart stopped for a minute. “That sounds incredible. I’ll get dressed.”

  They dropped by the clubhouse to grab Manuel and the kid had a thousand and one stories to tell about his slumber party. Sonya listened to each and every one with genuine interest and José couldn’t help how he just watched her dreamily as she interacted with her son.

  She was perfect.

  He took them all to a little diner in town where they ordered one of nearly everything on the breakfast menu.

  Manuel’s favorite parts were bacon and chocolate chip pancakes.

  “I don’t think I could eat another bite,” Sonya said with a hand over her belly. “What’s next on the docket?”

  José feigned a thoughtful look and watched as Manuel blew bubbles in his chocolate milk until it frothed up over the top of the glass. “Hmm, I don’t, know. Manuel, have you ever been fishing?”

  The little boy looked up and José was struck again how his eyes were identical to Sonya’s.

  He pulled a face. “No. What do you do?”

  José grinned. “Well, first you have to find the right dirt.”

  “Dirt? I thought fish lived in water,” Manuel said skeptically.

  Sonya’s laughter tinkled in the air, making José’s insides feel warm and fluffy like he was lined with fur.

  “The dirt is for the worms,” José said, watching Manuel’s interest grow. “You dig for them, with your hands.”

  “Really? Don’t you get dirty?”

  “That’s half the fun!” José said, seeing for the first time the impact having only a mother had on the little boy. What kid didn’t like digging in dirt?

  Manuel turned to his Mama, but Sonya just shrugged. “He’s right. I’m pretty sure the fish won’t even bite if you don’t dig with your hands.”