Fated Mates: The Alpha Shifter Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle) (Insatiable Reads)

by Hunter, Adriana

  I timed my thrusts to synch with her heart beat, and then immediately felt her spill over into an explosion of sensations. Big girl--big orgasm. I felt better about myself after the past wasted months with Kevin. I held her, loving the feel of my flesh against hers.

  “Mikah--” she said in a small voice, “are you really a werewolf?”

  “Yeah. I come from a long line of Wolves. Our family immigrated from Europe not long after the American Revolution.”

  “If you bite me, will I become a werewolf?”

  “Do you want to become a werewolf?”

  “It seems as if it would be a big experiment.”

  “Tell you what,” I said, snuggling closer, luxuriating in her warmth. “Let's spend some time together. I'll answer the questions you have, and we'll see how it goes from there. For now, let's just leave it at the fact it's not the sort of thing where I sneeze in the next few minutes and you suddenly Wolf out.” I kissed her on her neck. “And I'm looking forward to finding out how a beautiful woman ends up all alone in a tent in the middle of nowhere. I can smell you have Native blood, but it's not from around here. I suspect you have a story that I'm going to find very interesting, Brianna Cunningham.”

  I turned the Coleman light off and held her close.

  Chapter Two

  Bree

  Whoa―I left my carry-on bag by the door and caught the scent of gardenias. I loved that smell. I sometimes wore gardenia perfume. I walked into the living room and found a large potted plant covered with the sweet white blossoms. There was a card by it I picked up. It read: Sex with you is so good we should celebrate it by having sex. Love, Mikah. I'd gotten flowers from guys before, but this is the first time I had ever gotten a whole plant. I'd never been with someone who was not only incredibly thoughtful, but did amazing things with me in bed. The fact he could bench press me in one arm (and let's just say I am not a tiny woman--I wear size 22) didn't hurt. The whole “going furry” once a month took some getting used to, but while it was a bit more complicated than my monthly visit from “Aunt Flo,” it wasn't even inconvenient.

  This week he had been on a Run with his Pack while I was in Chicago for my quarterly National Science Foundation meeting, so that worked out perfectly. He got to do his Wolf thing as well as do the bonding stuff that's apparently so important, and I got a lot of work done. I had met this really fascinating Native American “Thought Leader” (which is what our project is now calling “group facilitators” these days). Hell, you needed a monthly update of titles they throw at you instead of using simple English. Sadly, that's common for science, which discourages recruiting students into the field. Made my job of recruiting females into Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math (STEM) that much harder.

  I mentioned to him I had just been to visit my grandmother on her reservation. I try to always get there for our annual Mul-Cha-Tha celebration. My sister came with me and we only got into four fights that weekend. Even Grandma was impressed.

  I heard a key in the door and turned around.

  Mikah

  I hoped she liked the gardenias. For a wolf nose, the scent was so strong it was like walking through a constant mist of flower juice. But I would always smell the bottle of perfume inside her dresser drawer, and figured she must like them. I preferred giving a potted plant rather than cut flowers--as someone who has four legs once a month I'm sort of into ecology and nature. I also knew the gardenias would be planted really soon in her front yard so I would only have to put up with the heavy scent inside for a short time.

  I unlocked the door. I think this was the earliest a woman (or a man--don't get me started) has given me a key to her home. Of course, we didn't start off in a standard way. No E-Harmony for us, although I'm not ashamed to say “E” was involved. If Kevin my ex hadn't deliberately dosed me with an Ecstasy tablet before our Run started, I wouldn't have been buzzed enough to follow the smell of pussy in the middle of nowhere to discover this magnificent woman.

  There was so much of her to love, and every inch felt wonderful. After living with Kevin a few months, even if I hadn't met her when she was naked and had just finished breaking in her new vibrator, she would have had me the first time she used “you're” correctly. She was really bright, had an advanced degree in chemistry and traveled all over the country with a science project that worked with over a dozen colleges. I was so proud of her on so many different levels.

  When I opened the door she was standing in front of the gardenias, smiling at me. She looked like she was posed for a photo shoot. God, she was beautiful. It made the thick fog of gardenias almost manageable. I wanted to get her into her bedroom as fast as I could, not just for the sex, but because the air-filter in there would suck up some of the gardenia smell. Then I'd volunteer to plant it outside.

  I kissed her and then without saying a word, she pulled me into her bedroom and closed the door with a bump of those sexy big hips. She undressed me, something none of my past partners female or male had ever done. I found even this erotic. By the time she had my pants off I could feel my eyes filling with gold and my cock starting to get on board.

  She then stripped for me. We had talked about this and while she preferred to undress me, she liked to do a little performance which would include a spin or two and using the clothes as props she would toss around with abandon. The last thing to come off was a pair of red silk panties. She kissed me and cuddled beside me on the bed.

  I stroked that soft, soft tummy of hers with my fingertips. I knew from my own “experiments” (as Bree would say) if I stroked upward to her breasts I got a stronger reaction than if I stroked down to her lady parts. That would come later.

  At the bottom of her tummy were stretches of skin that started at Bree's hips and angled down towards sex central. I wanted to give her a sense of what was coming, so I licked along them. I heard her heart rate start to speed up and her scent changed slightly. That was as sure a sign of her arousal as my eyes changing to gold. It was also such a relief to have her know about me, so I didn't have to keep my eyes hidden by doing things like only having sex in the dark. I had never told the other women I had been with about my monthly secret. I suspect that was part of what helped end those connections. On the other hand, they sure made me ready for Bree.

  I kissed her, but this time as I pulled away, I used my tongue tip and traced along the top of her upper lip. I must be doing something right because I could now smell her juices begin to flow. I returned to kissing her the standard way, then took her lower lip between my teeth that were covered by my own lips, gently nipping her in the thickest part so it would stimulate her without any pain. Her heart remained stable, so I took a chance and nipped a little bit harder, which elicited a little gasp that was definitely an expression on the pleasure side.

  Now that I had her headed in the right direction, I used my fingertips to lightly trace around the outside of her breasts. At the very edge of turning it into a tickle I started spiraling around, coming ever closer to those magnificent nipples. She was definitely getting nice and juicy down there. At this rate we might not need any lube at all.

  I was ready to make a move for those luscious nipples. I first kissed them, holding off on sucking. I alternated brushing them with my lips and then my tongue. Every now and then, just as she was settling into the rhythm I would barely bite them, dancing between the soft and rougher play to keep stoking up her enjoyment. I know it did mine.

  Then I moved my hands down, caressing her right beneath her rib cage, continuing the line to her sexy hips. I pressed firmly so it wouldn't turn into a tickle that would ruin the mood. I had enough practice now to grab on to her right there during sex. It seemed to be some sort of pressure point that kicked up her response another notch.

  I could still smell the gardenias, so I went ahead and picked up speed, looking forward to moving those powerful flowers outside where they belonged. I started to fondle both sides of that sex central spot at the same time with my fingers. The last time we had
done this I had licked my fingers to add a little extra lubrication, but she was wet enough now where I didn't need to add anything, just use what was there. I held off and didn't touch her clit directly. I massaged around her, then kept touching the sides of her clit and then dove head in, licking with my tongue's wide part. I had learned to do this instead of using my tongue tip to probe her. As Bree taught me, “The wonderful thing about science is you can't learn less.” By finding out my tongue tip didn't do it for her, I discovered the flat of my tongue did. I had worked hard to find out the right combo of strokes and kisses to get her going.

  I lifted her gently--she always seemed to get a thrill when I showed off my Supernatural strength. She never knew how much effort it took to always monitor how much pressure I used so I didn't accidentally hurt her or break the doorknob off. One of the hardest parts of hitting puberty for most weres is retraining your body and your responses so you can keep passing as human. It's typical for parents to tell the school their kid is out sick when they're really in the equivalent of boot camp to learn to control their reflexes, speed, and level of strength. It was also a a time for really cramming in the idea how important it was to keep our existence secret from humans. Most Wolves just home school their kids, or let them drop out. It's easier.

  That's why on one level it was so much fun to show off a little and not have to worry about Bree suddenly turning up with a crew from TMZ or the National Enquirer to let humans know they've always been surrounded by the Supernatural. The only ones who have always known about us are the Native Americans. They also actually told us it was best White people not know shape-shifters existed, which is what had been decided by our ancestors hundreds of years ago after the European Massacres. Since then it’s been The Law of the Supernatural Community to stay hidden.

  The Native Americans had concluded modern White People were just as dangerously prejudiced against those who were different. Native Americans knew that only too well. When they did talk about us, outsiders just assumed they were telling colorful legends. Little did they know how Sasquatches used some of the local reservations as portals to go from our dimension to their own. There was a lot more out there than an occasional werewolf.

  That's why it was a kick for me to openly play “Super hero” by lifting her up. Now she was on her back I could start using my hands to tease the base of her spine. I put a palm down on the sides of her spine. I fluttered my fingers up and down over her skin. Her breathing sped up and her scent subtly changed again, indicating her enjoyment. It was like most of her body was a potential erogenous zone if I kept playing around. But some places were definitely more intense than others.

  Now I was ready to use my short and trimmed nails to barely trace her back as we started to have sex. As I eased into her, I scratched a little harder, coming from the bottom of those wonderfully round ass cheeks, making circles and then coming upward. My thrusts fell into an easy match of the ass scratching. For a moment I must have been a little too rough. I eased off until her heart beat stabilized and I knew she was loving it.

  I mixed things up by using my middle finger and thumb to softly massage her earlobe. As I did so I then used my index finger to keep up rubbing the back side of her ear. This seemed to soothe her and she relaxed even more. Encouraged I sucked on her earlobe and then barely nipped it. I kept thrusting, knowing we were both on the edge of exploding.

  I pushed away her hair in order to concentrate on the nape of her neck. I kissed from her hairline and kept kissing south. I knew how much she enjoyed being in control of her life, but that made her not knowing exactly where my lips or tongue would be a special thrill. I was so ready. I started to get her nerve endings going by returning back to circling my palms on her ass checks, doing my best to keep things as soft a pressure as possible. I gently pulled out because I had found just pushing in and out with my dick didn't always send her over the edge.

  By this time I had our lust cranked up to the point of her wriggling, arching up her ass into my palms, and making little noises. She hadn't seen me palm those hot red silk panties she had taken off. I had kept them underneath my pillow. I pulled them out now. I used them to tease her large inner thighs, letting the satiny sensation brush across her, letting her nerves catch fire. Her moans got louder. I kept up lightly dragging those panties a few inches above the inside of her knees, as I started working her clit with my other hand. Her vibrator may be first class, but nothing beats the personal touch.

  I did the “come hither” motion with my fingers she had taught me and it felt like everything came together at once and she let out a yelp and fell backwards. I bet she was seeing stars and maybe a comet or two as her breathing turned into pants and she grabbed on to my wrists. She actually was strong enough where her nails drew a little bit of my blood but the shallow wounds healed as I watched them. Her eyes were shut so she missed it, lost in her own pleasure.

  I held her, sinking into her fleshy softness. It felt good to know I could make her feel this good. I wanted to have her really feel welcomed back into her home. It seemed as if a lot of pieces were falling together that I hadn't felt with anyone else who had been in my life, female or male.

  She sighed and cuddled closer, pressing those intoxicating breasts against me, and smothered me in the warmth of her hips and thighs. Everything was perfect, other than the damned gardenias. I meant well, but this was definitely an experiment in gift-giving that worked better for her than it did for me. I stretched to pull her even closer. That's when there was a knock on the door.

  Bree

  Mikah just kept getting better and better. And let's just say he set the bar really high the first time out in that tent on the Hoh Indian reservation when he trotted up on all fours with his tongue hanging out. Imagine my surprise when he shifted into this amazing hunk of uber-maleness. I relaxed against him, still feeling the echoes of pleasure throughout my body.

  That's when I heard the knock at my door. My first thought was it was too late for Mormons or Jehovah Witnesses. I swear my house must be on some sort of tour guide map for anyone trying to covert others or to sell chocolate bars for what must be at least eighty middle school bands in my little neighborhood. And don't get me started on trick or treaters during Halloween. I figured the kids must be bussed in from other counties. No matter how much I bought I never had any candy left over for November 1st. Anyway, that still didn't suggest who might be at the door at this point. My sister would have just barged in.

  Mikah sighed, and to my delight and amazement, did something I had never seen before. I knew he had Super-strength, but I had never seen him demonstrate Super-speed until now. He jumped up and had his jeans on like magic and was already headed out of the bedroom. I got up, grabbing my robe from the hook on the door and followed him. I heard him ask (in an impatient way) “Who is it?” by the time I was able to see him with his hand on the door knob.

  “It's me,” came a male voice.

  Mikah opened the door and asked in a surprised voice, “What are you doing here?” A man a little taller and thinner than Mikah was standing there, looking concerned. He had light brown hair and gray eyes. As I watched, the gray started getting replaced by gold. Why was another werewolf at my door?

  He pushed past Mikah, either ignoring me where I was in the hallway, or so focused he didn't even know I was there. “I've been going crazy without you. All I do is think about you. I thought we meant something to each other!” He spun around to face Mikah, his voice jumping all over the place, from a whine to anger. I got a sense of why Mikah was happy to leave him. He had told me that he was bi, although he had been in more relationships with women than men.

  “Kevin,” Mikah said, his voice even, but lower than normal. “You need to accept what we had is over, and move on. I know I have. It's also inappropriate for you to come to see me here. You're invading Bree's space, and that's not respectful.” Wow--by the time he said that last word, it sounded as if he were growling. This was the moment--not the demonstration
s of his Supernatural strength or speed--that he suddenly seemed not quite human.

  “Where am I going to see you? You don't return my calls or texts. You deliberately ignore me at the Runs. When I go to your new place you're never there. You're always here with this bitch,” he said, looking up at me with golden eyes. The first time I had met werewolves in their human form at the Hoh Indian reservation, they were all pretty zoned out. Even with the bizarre realization I was surrounded by wolves, I was more curious than scared. But the look in his eyes and his body language actually scared me. I'm not used to being scared. Wait--did he just call me a bitch?

  “Why haven't you been listening to anything I've told you over the last few months? I was unhappy. I wanted to move out. I did. I'm happy now. I'm not remotely interested in coming back to you. The fact you barge in here without an invitation and then insult my girlfriend just convinces me more I don't even want you as a friend. Are you going to make this easy and be a gentleman and get out?” Again, his voice took on that alien growl with those last two words. Oh, hell--even Mikah was scaring me. I had never seen this forceful side of him. He's been one of the most mellow guys I've ever known.

  “Or what ?” Kevin growled back. He slammed his fist down on the table I had gotten on sale at Bombay and Co. It splintered. Up until this moment I had only seen werewolf strength used to pick me up. I had never really thought through how that much power could be used to smash. For a moment I thought what that one blow would have done to me. Mikah jerked his head over to look at me. I guess he was smelling my fear.

  In a blur, he was suddenly standing in between me and the crazy man. Wow, and I thought my Gary was a crazy ex. “One more time. Get out,” his voice hardly sounded human now.