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Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 10
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 13
chapter 14
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 17
chapter 18
chapter 19
chapter 20
chapter 21
chapter 22
chapter 23
chapter 24
chapter 25
chapter 26
chapter 27
chapter 28
chapter 29
Accidental Lovers Sneak Peak
WOLVEN MOON SERIES
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Also by Dany Rae Miller
Soft Shatter
Accidental Lover
(Coming 2017)
Soft Fate
A Wolven Moon Novel
by Dany Rae Miller
Book 2
Copyright © 2016 Dany Rae Miller
All rights reserved.
Due to mature language and sexual content, Soft Shatter and all Wolven Moon Novels are intended for readers ages 17+.
This book is dedicated to love,
Because, when it’s all said and done,
all that ever really matters is love.
chapter 1
Pink lips parted slightly, long strawberry blonde hair strewn across my pillow, she’s beautiful. However, this isn’t how I pictured Shavone’s first night in my bed.
I take a sip of tequila and, from the arm chair, watch her sleep. Right now, she’s calm and peaceful. Off and on, she becomes agitated — her dreams full of terror, no doubt. How I wish I could ease them for her.
Over the last twenty hours or so, I’ve awakened her only for meals. Despite my badgering, she eats just a few bites before her eyelids become heavy again.
It can’t be the ketamine still affecting her. Both my contact at the lab and my doctor assured me that it has worn off by now. Is it heartbreak that has her retreating to numbing sleep?
I sip, again, my mind wandering.
There’s Francisco to deal with. Allowing a witch to hunt with him is beyond insubordination. It’s a major error in judgement, a major code violation not only against the Alliance but, more importantly, against all wolf-kind. Neutralizing hunters is our job. His justice must come later. Right now, my focus is on Shavone. She always comes first.
The girl turns from her side to her back — the first movement in over three hours. Her hand goes to her chest, searching once more for the missing necklace. Nails claw delicate skin in desperation for the coral pendant. She pants in her sleep, head thrashing.
I set my drink aside to gingerly move to the edge of the bed. To keep her from doing more damage to herself, I take the offending hand in mine.
She whimpers.
“Shhh. I know, little witch.” I kiss her hand.
The dime-sized carved spiral has been around her neck every day since the age of six, since the day I pulled her from the creek. Whoever kidnapped her either stole it or lost it.
“We’ll find it. I promise.”
Her eyes flutter open, allowing one tear to escape a corner. “You should run,” she murmurs. “He’ll kill you.”
While she sleeps, she’s been reliving that hellish night from our childhood, over and over it seems. I brush the tear away.
“No one’s here to harm us. We’re safe.”
She shakes her head vehemently. “Don’t leave me, wolf.” Her voice breaks on the plea.
“Never.” I take off my T-shirt. In my underwear, I climb into bed with her. She clings to me, head on my chest, leg twines over mine with her pussy pushed against my thigh. The heat radiating through her panties, combined with her sweet scent, stokes an extraordinary desire. Holding her is exquisite torture that stirs man and beast. Thankfully, even the wolf understands that now is not the time. He has been nothing but tender with her, patiently waiting to have her.
She feels and smells wonderful. I bury my nose in her hair, wrapping my arms around her to cradle her head and body.
“My wolf,” she whispers.
“Yours,” I whisper back and begin the calming chant for her. “We are peaceful. We are strong.”
She whispers the rest. “Though the dark may seem long. The ancestors hold us in their arms. We are always safe from harm.”
It does the trick.
She repeats it a few times more, her voice softer each time.
“Sleep, Shavone. You’re safe.”
That it is me and my touch that calms her satisfies me beyond anything in this world. Breathing normally, she’s peaceful once more. And so am I. Her presence, aroma and touch, everything I’ve ever needed or wanted. Wrapped together with my mate, I’m content and whole, and drift off to sleep.
chapter 2
Wolven howls get closer and closer. I’m in a dark hole with two other girls, one younger and one older than me. They look as scared and bewildered as I feel.
Footsteps above sprinkle grains of soil down on us.
The littlest girl cries. She clutches a coral pendant hanging on a delicate gold chain around her neck.
Oh, the older one has one, too. She rubs it with her thumb.
I touch my chest for mine.
I don’t have it. Where is it?! Why don’t I have it?!
He’s here every time I wake, this wolf-man with long dark curly hair and darker eyes. Sometimes he lays beside me. Sometimes he holds me. Sometimes he sits on the chair facing the bed. This time, he lays very close and holds my hand. We’re on our sides with his nose just a few inches from mine.
The tender concern in his gaze breathes comfort into the broken part of my soul.
“Are you hungry?” He asks in a whisper.
“No,” I whisper back, inhaling the scent of him that calms me even more than his presence.
He lifts my hand to his mouth.
I try so hard to keep my eyes open. I don’t want to sleep anymore, don’t want to have that dream any more. But I’m so tired …
chapter 3
I’m awaken by Shavone rolling away from me.
“Are you alright?” I reach for her hand in the dark.
“I just need the bathroom.” She slides her legs over the side of the bed.
I sit up, scoot to the edge to switch on the lamp and get up as well.
“No, stay, Enrique. I think I can go pee by myself.”
Her smirk is highlighted by clearer eyes. I’m heartened at her firm reply. It appears she’s feeling better. Thank goodness.
“Okay, little witch.” I let go of her hand and pull the pillow that smells like her up behind me. My wolf surfaces at the scent, enjoying the sway of her hips as she walks to the ensuite.
“Leave the door open,” I murmur. “Call if you need help.”
She nods.
A few seconds later, I hear tinkling into the toilet followed by a flush. The sink water comes on. The soap pump squeaks. The water turns off.
She appears in the doorway, her feminine shape silhouetted by the bathroom light. Instead of coming back to bed, she turns toward the dresser.
I narrow my eyes at her in question.
“Toothbrush.” She points to a pink bag.
“Use mine.” I cross my hands behind my head and lean back into the Shavone-scented pillow. “It’s in the medicine cabinet.”
“Mine’s right here in my overnight bag.” She bends over presenting me with her sexy heart-shaped ass covered only by a thin panty.
My wolf reacts to the vision before I can reign him in. His aroused growl startles Shavone into standing up too quickly. Stumbling back a tiny step, her head lolls sideways. In a split second, I’m out of bed to catch her.
“I’m sorry. I got lightheaded for a moment.” She turns to face me.
“It’s my wolf’s fault. He didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“He didn’t frighten me.” Her hands link behind my head, a forefinger curls into my hair. The heavenly sensation shoots straight to my cock.
I smile. “No?” At the negative shake of her head, her soft hair brushes my arm and chest. “Has he ever frightened you?”
Again, she shakes her head. “No.”
She shifts a bit to show me her toothbrush. “You can let go now. I’d like to brush my teeth.”
I enjoy the feel of her too much. So, no, I don’t let go. Instead, I lift her and carry her across the room.
“Enrique,” she scolds. “I can walk.”
“Why take chances?” Maneuvering carefully through the door, I sit her in the center of the vanity and stand in front of her, between her legs.
Taking her brush, I rinse it and put a line of paste on it before handing it back and preparing my own toothbrush. Brushing our teeth, we stare at one another.
I’m spellbound by the gray eyes I’ve dreamt of for sixteen years. Her eyes are somewhat clearer now, but a haze of fatigue is still visible.
Shavone gathers her hair in her hand and leans over to spit into the sink. To steady herself, her bare legs hook around my bare thighs. My cock jerks and fangs drop despite my best efforts to control the beast. Every touch from her builds on the last, ever increasing the need to fuck and bite.
Turning on the spigot, I fill a cup with water and hand it to her. She slurps at it as she watches me brush my fangs. She swishes and spits into the sink, repeats that twice more. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she sits up. I take the cup to rinse just as she did. When done, I retract my fangs.
She’s sexier than every fantasy I’ve had about her. And here she is grooming in my bathroom.
I smile.
“What?” She murmurs softly.
“I’ve never done this before.” I put our toothbrushes in the holder and close the medicine chest.
“Brushed your teeth?” She jokes with a raised eyebrow. “Ew.”
I chuckle. “I’ve never shared grooming time with a woman before.”
She blushes, lowering her head to grin up at me. “Glad I can improve your dental hygiene.” A yawn she attempts to stifle stretches her face.
“You’re still tired.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so sleepy.”
“I’ll call my doctor.” He needs to reassess her condition. This wasn’t part of his diagnosis.
“No.” She shakes her head adamantly.
“Why? What do you have against doctors?” It’s a question I didn’t receive an answer to yesterday morning.
“I don’t trust them.” She lifts a leg in an apparent effort to slide it to the other side of me, to slide off the vanity.
I grasp her thighs to keep her in place. “Why?” I caress her soft skin.
“I” — she crinkles her eyes and forehead. “I don’t know. I’ve just always hated doctors.”
“Something in your early childhood?”
“Maybe.” She makes an effort to move.
“Come. Hold on to me.” I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, arms around my neck in complete trust. It feels divine.
Carrying her to the bed, I sit her down. My phone on the bedside table vibrates. I ignore it. Instead, I pour some orange juice in a small glass.
“Would you like some?”
She nods. Sitting up, she drinks half of it, but refuses the rest. I pull the duvet over her, tuck her in and take my place in the chair.
“You don’t have to stay with me every minute, Enrique.”
“I want to.”
I need to.
She smiles faintly as her eyelids flutter down.
chapter 4
“She’s still alive!” A male voice seethes. “Death to the child witch!” He shouts. “Death to the child witch,” more voices repeat.
Footsteps come closer. I’m so wet and so scared. I shiver beneath the young wolf shielding me from the rain and the people shouting with such venom. The wolf’s dark eyes try to reassure me, but I see the panic in their depths.
“I’ll kill you, too, wolf,” the gruff man snarls. There’s a blunt sound, and the wolf yelps and arches.
“Wolf,” I gasp.
His head twists up, fangs snapping at the angry man and mob looming over us. The glint of the knife the man pulls back is dulled by blood. My wolf’s blood!
I scream my rage over the taunting crowd and pounding rain.
“Mother Earth, hear me roar! Your wrath on evil here pour!”
From the creek bank, boulders rise.
The witch hunter sneers and raises his hand above his head ready to stab my wolf for a second time.
“Hurry, hurry, keepers of stone! Hurl in haste! There’s no time to waste!” I cry.
A large boulder slams into the side of the man’s head, knocking him down. More rocks and stones pummel the other hunters. The stones chase them as they scream and run away.
The rain stops. The stones gently float back to the ground. The only sounds are the rushing creek and our panting breaths — the wolf and I.
Lying on the bank of the creek, the hunter’s eyes are open, blood oozes from his head and seeps into the soil around him. I killed him, the boulder lodged deep into the side of his skull. I shiver, from cold, from fright. The wolf gingerly gathers my head into his fur so I can’t see the dead man anymore. Oh, the wolf is so warm. I close my eyes and snuggle in, basking in the protective feeling of him.
Light filters through the window shades.
This time when I wake, the wolf-man doesn’t stir from his deep sleep. My head resting on his back, I feel his chest move with sure and steady breathing. The security I felt in my dream is magnified here with him now. His presence, his warmth, the scent of his skin are more soothing than any anti-anxiety medication. With a deep inhale, I take in that comforting aroma. I feel completely calm and safe — in spite of the frightening dreams.
One by one, the nightmares fill in memory gaps from that horrible night. Each scene is longer and disturbingly vivid. Well, not all of the details are disturbing. This wolf sheltered me. He was the difference between my living and my dying. That he suffered for me is undeniable. I follow the evidence with my eyes. From his broad shoulder across his muscled back to his trim hip is a scar that screams a truth. I know I can trust this man and his commitment to me without question.
Ridiculous thoughts.
I wait for the logical side of my brain to balk at the emotional assessment. To my surprise, it agrees with the analysis.
I lean back and lightly trail the pad of my finger along the path on his back.
The touch stirs him — and me in ways I never dreamt possible.
chapter 5
Soft fingertips trace the scar on my back. My cock and beast wake to the caress.
The heavenly touch gone, silky hair trails across my skin. I feel the mattress shift as if she’s rolling over.
“Again,” I murmur, turning fully on my stomach to give her better access. “Touch it, again.”
She rolls back in my direction. As she leans over me, her feather-like tresses touch my skin first. Then, instead of fingers, velvety lips start at my hip where her caress ended. Her mouth crosses my body in one-inch increments, taking my breath and setting nerve endings on fire.
I feel her smile at the final kiss on my shoulder, her tits pressed into my back. I roll over to gray eyes and sexy tousled hair.
“You’re feeling better?”
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nbsp; “Much.” She nods. “I think the drug has finally worn off.”
“Good.”
Wrapping her long hair around my hand, I gently pull her mouth down to mine. Fuck. The taste of her — a combination of a succulent rare steak topped with sweet creamy butter. What I intend as a light morning greeting quickly morphs into something else entirely. My Lycan blood heats and the beast encourages me to ravish her soft mouth.
My lovely witch responds positively, her tender tongue playing with mine. With a low growl, I roll her over, pinning her under me. Her fingers thread through the hair on the back of my head.
I press my leg between hers, my thigh against her pussy.
“Mmmmm,” she hums her pleasure.
That sound and the heat at the apex of her thighs are my ultimate undoing.
Mine.
With no warning, the wolf seizes control. Mouth moving to her throat, fangs drop to scrape her delicate skin.
I forcibly battle the beast. He battles back. As a precaution, I leap off the bed, away from her tempting floral scent.
I double over to catch my breath. I’ve never lost control to my wolf while with a female. Never.
I glance at the bed.
Shavone isn’t just any woman.
I take in her deliciously swollen pink lips surrounding an inviting and panting mouth, her round tits rising and falling, calling attention to hardened nipples, seductively disheveled hair surrounding flushed cheeks.
The wolf simpers proudly at his mate’s aroused state.
I stand upright.
Her eyes open and she sits up. Her attention dips to the strained fabric of my briefs. She licks her lips. The beast claws for the opportunity to feed her hungry gaze at my cock. I move to the side table for a cool drink of water.
“What’s wrong?” She mumbles.
I laugh out loud. “I thought you were a smart girl?”
Her chin raises, back straightens, and eyes flash. Now I’ve made her angry. Gorgeous. Sexy as hell. She moves to get off the bed.
“No, Niña. You do not run from me.” I move to block her, to keep her on my bed.
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