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

by Hunter, Adriana

  In another place, in another world, I don’t think I could have come up with a more unflattering position, if I tried. But here and now, I knew the animal in him would not be able to resist the soft, smooth flesh that beckoned, and the delicious, wet warmth of the vessel I offered him.

  I don’t know if it was this position, or this change he’d mentioned, but when he entered me, again he felt bigger. He filled me completely, so deep inside me, it was like nothing I had experienced before. And then the animal in him stirred once more.

  It was like nothing I had… No, that doesn’t even come close. It’s redundant. Of course, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I didn’t even have a frame of reference.

  He was relentless. He was like a machine. He just didn’t stop.

  Each thrust drove me hard against the bed, and as he picked up speed, I found my focus narrowing, as everything else became a distraction. All that mattered was the heat that filled me, and the growing knot of pleasure, deep inside my body. With each thrust, that knot grew, until it overwhelmed me, spiralling outwards from my core, the pleasure washing over every nerve. My mouth went wide in a silent scream of ecstasy, as I experienced a deep, powerful orgasm that shook my entire body.

  I don’t even know if he noticed my climax. He didn’t pause. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He didn’t stop.

  Part of me wanted to cry out, and beg him to stop, but that was a part I had no interest in listening to, right now. Instead, I willed him onwards--hungry for more.

  I have no idea how many times I came. Somewhere between one, and a hell of a lot. Pick a number. By the end, I really had no idea what was going on, which way was up, and everything blurred into one. My body felt, for a while, as if I had entered another state entirely. That he had broken me, and every part of me had been stripped away,, to leave only the raw sexual animal that perhaps lies at the heart of us all.

  At some point, I found myself drifting in and out of the wolf dream. The scent of us rutting like animals adding another dimension to everything I experienced.

  At some point, I felt claws on my back. Stinging, scratching--it felt as if they were drawing blood.

  At some point, he threw back his head and howled, a sound I echoed, as I felt his swollen member lock inside me, and the molten heat of his seed filled me, completely.

  And ultimately, at some point, we collapsed, in an exhausted, sweaty heap.

  - X -

  Chapter 10: Carrie

  Once again, James wasn’t beside me when I woke. Naturally, part of me was already thinking it was all a dream, but the ache in my thighs (and elsewhere), and a painful tightness in my back, told me otherwise. I stood and twisted, my head trying to get a look at it. Ragged scratch marks ran from my shoulder blades to the small of my back. They looked nasty, and they stung like hell, but I still couldn’t help smiling at them.

  I turned back to look at myself, straight on. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I didn’t hate what I saw. Yeah, I could probably do with joining a gym, although I’d take the previous night's exertions over a step class in ill-fitting lycra, any time. But, other than that, I was a woman, with a woman’s body. Full, soft, ripe, and desired by a man, who was something more than a man.

  I didn’t need crazy, heightened dream senses to smell bacon sizzling in the kitchen. Yeah, that was my kind of man. I found his shirt ,and pulled it on, because that’s the fantasy, isn’t it? To walk out of the bedroom, the morning after the night before, clad only in the t-shirt of the man who rocked your world?

  No... The fantasy was more than that. I looked at the mirror again. The round globes of my breasts pressed heavily against the fabric, shaping it to my ample body. I turned a little, to see the cheeks of my ass peeking out from beneath the hem. The fantasy, the real fantasy, was to walk out of the bedroom the morning after the night before, wearing nothing but his t-shirt, and then see the look on his face, and know for certain, that you rock his world. I deserved that. Every woman deserves that.

  “Wow.”

  “I know, right?”

  “That shirt is really... filthy. Seriously, there’s blood, and God know’s what all over it. It’s really gross.”

  I poked my tongue out at him, even as he stalked around the counter to embrace me. We fit together perfectly, like we’d being doing it our entire lives.

  Breakfast was bacon, and a choice of water or flat champagne.

  “We need to do some shopping.”

  “True. I should get some stuff to fix the door, as well. You never know what’s lurking out there, in the woods.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “I meant food and stuff, but sure.”

  “Carrie, I…” His tone took a turn for the melancholy, and he hesitated, his brow furrowed. “I’d stay here forever, if I could.”

  But…

  I knew it was coming. Last night was amazing, but guys like him don’t end up with girls like me. It’s the way of the world.

  “But, my life is… complicated. There are things I need to take care of. Things I have to do alone.”

  I prodded the bacon around my plate, unable to meet his eyes.

  “And then, I’ll find you again. I promise.”

  “You promise?”

  My voice was meek and needy, on the verge of breaking.

  “It’s more than a promise. A promise is a commitment that you try and keep. This is something more than that. Do you understand? I can’t explain everything, but there is something between us, and whatever it is, it’s stronger than words, and it’s stronger than empty promises. I’ll need to find you again. I can’t conceive of a world where I don’t find you again.”

  I understood. I understood, because I felt it, too.

  “But, before I go, I want to show you something. There are some people I want you to meet. We need to go shopping, and then I’ll take you to them.”

  When I looked up, I was surprised to see his piercing, blue eyes were damp with tears.

  - X -

  As much as I really wanted a ride on his motorbike, he insisted we take the pickup. Although, by way of compensation, he promised that we’d keep an eye out for a store that sold helmets, so he could take me for a ride later. I tried to spin that into some kind of humorous double-entendre, and managed to get a half-chuckle out of him, before he stopped and froze in his tracks.

  He sniffed the air and looked concerned, then sniffed the truck, before turning to me.

  “Whose truck is this? It’s not yours.”

  “No, why? What’s the problem?”

  A growl.

  “Whose is it?”

  He sounded angry and upset, and I didn’t appreciate the way he was speaking to me. It reminded me of our first encounter, when he’d suddenly freaked out and started accusing me of being sent by someone. I really had no idea what he was on about, but had to admit, that the violent mood swings were a bit of a concern.

  “It’s my father’s, okay? And do you think you could tone down the Asshole Vibe, just a little bit?”

  “I… Sorry. I just… There are some things I can’t…”

  “I get it. Secret missions, and all that. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but you can’t turn on a dime and start talking to me like that. It’s not how people who...”

  People who what? I’d backed myself into a corner. People who love each other? We’d only known each other for a day, at most. Of course it had been a fairly eventful day, both in, and out, of the bedroom.

  He apologized, and then grinned, when I tossed him the keys. I didn’t feel like driving, and he, like pretty much every man I’ve ever known, was much more comfortable behind the wheel, than in the passenger seat. However, on the long ride into town, I did notice him sniff the air and frown on more than one occasion.

  Something was bothering him.

  - X -

  I gathered the ingredients for a nice meal. Nothing too heavy. A way to a man’s heart was through h
is stomach, and all that, but it if this was going to be our last day together for a while, it wasn’t just his heart I was interested in.

  Once I was done, James took control of the cart and steered it towards the pharmacy. He grabbed handfuls of aspirin and bandages, and a couple of first aid kits. He was a man on a mission, and it didn’t seem right to interrupt him for an explanation. From there, he headed to the canned goods aisle, and once he’d cleaned that out, left me with a cart so heavy, I could barely push it, while he went to get another. He filled the second cart with bottled water, followed by dozens of packets of dried fruit and nuts. The teller probably assumed we were a couple of survivalists, as he rang up our impressive haul.

  But, he wasn’t done yet. After we’d loaded up the truck, we crossed the road to visit another store and fill another cart. This time, it was clothes. Just simple stuff--underwear and plain t-shirts, in all sorts of sizes--and a lot of cold weather gear, like jackets, gloves and scarves. That’s when I figured it out. Where we were going, and why we were on a shopping spree.

  On the way to the checkout, we passed the toy section, and something caught my eye. A cute, little toy wolf, sitting proudly, its head held high. I picked up the soft toy, and held it up for his appraisal. He nodded back at me, and even though he was smiling, I saw a sadness in his eyes that moved me so much, it hurt. I managed to hold back the tears until we were back in the truck. I couldn’t help it. There was just so much sadness in him.

  We didn’t speak. I just leaned against him, as he gunned the engine and headed back towards the mountain. Once we hit unpaved roads, I straightened up and took a deep breath, before wiping the tears from my eyes. I looked at James, and he smiled back at me.

  My new boyfriend was taking me to meet his family.

  - X -

  Epilogue: Kent

  I was only here to ID the body, and didn’t need to stick around, but curiosity got the better of me, and I had nowhere better to go. So, I spent the best part of the morning lying prone in my hide, watching through the scope, and waiting.

  I was just about to pack up, and bug out, when I heard a vehicle heading back towards the camp. The prodigal pack leader had returned to the scene of the crime. Interesting. I’d assumed that once the deed was done, James would be long gone. But, instincts are a bitch, I guess. James is built to protect and defend the weak, and, as much as he likes to pretend he’s dead inside, my big, bad pet can’t resist a lost cause.

  I located the truck with my scope, as it swung into the camp. He’d brought the woman with him. Very interesting. She was a wild card. She definitely wasn’t a player. Nothing came up in her files. But then, on a whim, I’d run a check on her old man, and Oh, Boy! Daddy set all sorts of alarm bells ringing. Alarm bells that were way above my pay grade.

  Cute, though. A real woman. My kind of woman.

  As he got out of the pickup, James sniffed the air and looked in my direction. Damn, he was good. All these state-of-the-art high-tech gadgets and gizmos, and he’d made me in seconds. The rest of this sorry excuse for a pack hadn’t so much as looked in my direction all morning.

  I watched for a while, as he unloaded the back of the pickup. The adults were suspicious and guarded, and accepted his charity without any open displays of gratitude. The kids ate it up. It was like Christmas.

  I kept my crosshairs over his heart, as he moved through the camp like a big, scruffy messiah. He’d done his job. Travis was dead, and all was right in the world. If he knew what was good for him, he’d stay here and take over as pack leader, keep his head down, and be a good dog.

  I didn’t hate him as much as he thought I did. To be honest, I’d actually grown kind of fond of him. He was an effective assassin, and I admired that. He just asked too many damn questions. I didn’t hate him, but when the order came, I’d put him down without thinking twice. I wouldn’t have a choice.

  I stood, stretched, and slung the rifle over my shoulder, before heading back down the mountain to the ranger’s station. There didn’t seem too much point in hanging around, or trying to remain inconspicuous, now that James had my scent.

  Before I left, I took one last look at the woman. Yeah, definitely my type. Shame she had such terrible taste in men. I may not be an expert on matters of the heart, but the two of them looked like they were joined at the hip, and they’d known each other, what, thirty-six hours, tops?

  I made a mental note to look her up, once the dust settled.

  If she survived.

  - X -

  The Alpha Claims A Mate:

  LOCH AND GINGER

  Georgette St. Clair

  New Yorker Ginger Colby, half witch, half werewolf, all curves, has made an immediate and lasting impression on the Alpha of Blue Moon County. Unfortunately, she did it by publicly insulting him – she turned down the smug, sexy werewolf sheriff when he asked her to dance with him at the local honky-tonk.

  Now the furious Alpha of her pack is ordering her to make amends with Sheriff Sexy – or risk igniting a war between the Red Wolves and the Gray. The Sheriff’s idea of re-establishing his dominance includes a bare bottom spanking, making her work for him as his new assistant, and flirting with her outrageously. But is he flirting with her just to get revenge for humiliating him – or does he want something more? And can a liberated big city werewolf find happiness with a dominant small town shifter?

  With the mysterious disappearance of an archeology professor, and a jealous Alpha female stirring up trouble…Ginger may not have a chance to find out!

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  Chapter One

  “Well, doesn’t he just think he’s all that and a bag of chips,” Ginger Colby grumbled, watching Loch Armstrong, the sheriff of Blue Moon County, gyrating on the dance floor of the Hoot Owl Hoedown.

  “Of course he does. Because he is all that and a bag of chips. And I’d like to eat his chips. Sloooowly. I’d lick the salt off them, and…” her room-mate and best friend Marigold picked up a french fry from her plate and swirled her tongue around it to demonstrate.

  “Marigold, you hussy, stop molesting that French fry with your mouth. You’ll give these guys ideas.”

  “I know,” Marigold smiled wickedly, and sucked the French fry into her mouth.

  There were a number of reasons why the sheriff annoyed Ginger, even though she had not yet been formally introduced to him.

  The reasons were, in no particular order: he was ridiculously handsome and had muscles on top of his muscles, he had women dripping all over him, and he walked with the typical Alpha werewolf swagger that said “I can get any woman to fall into bed with me, any time, and leave her panting for more.” The fact that it was true didn’t make it any less irritating.

  Oh, and the most annoying thing of all: he hadn’t even glanced her way from the moment she’d walked into the bar.

  Of course he hadn’t. Why would the handsomest man in the county spare a second look at a fat half-breed werewolf?

  As if she’d even be interested anyway. Her tastes ran to more refined men, she told herself firmly. Men like Ashmont Warburton, the very refined financial advisor who she’d left behind back in New York, who’d taken her to the opera and museum galas and who, unlike the sheriff, never strutted. He probably didn’t even know how to strut. Of course, Ashmont had dated her for five years and then dumped her by text for a skinny blonde socialite, but the point was…that was her type. Except for the cheating and inability to commit.

  She looked over at the sheriff again. The Gray wolves were the largest wolf species, and in human form, he towered over other men and other members of his pack. He had thick curly brown hair, tanned skin, and cheekbones that spoke of Native American heritage. He was slow-dancing with a slender, pretty bleached blonde with perfectly arched eyebrows and painted on size 2 jeans, and she was rubbing
her body against him and staring up into his eyes.

  When the song ended, he spun away from the blonde, bowed to her gallantly, and then walked away to the bar, pushing his way through the crowd. The blonde looked crestfallen and tried to follow him, but he didn’t look back, and the crowd closed behind him, with clusters of women pushing and jostling to get close. The blonde stared for a minute, sour-faced, and then stalked off and grabbed the first man she saw, a tall lanky beanpole of a human, and they began dancing together to the sounds of Carrie Underwood.

  The sheriff leaned up against the bar and ordered a drink. Ginger found herself openly staring. He was wearing a t shirt and blue jeans which perfectly molded to the muscular half-globes of each butt cheek. From behind, she could see the broad spread of his shoulders, and the swell of his rounded biceps.

  The bartender put tequila shot in front of him and another in front of the woman next to him, a beautiful brunette with carefully waved hair. Ginger watched with rising indignation as the sheriff poured salt onto the woman’s neck and licked it off. The woman threw her head back in pure pleasure as the sheriff licked, and Ginger noticed that he took his sweet time about it, running his tongue slowly up the curve.

  Man-whore, Ginger thought self-righteously.

  Then the sheriff bit his wedge of lime and slammed his tequila shot, and the people crowded around him roared in approval.

  “Caught you looking,” Marigold said.

  “Oh, whatever,” Ginger said. “Just passing the time.” She tore her gaze away and turning back to face her friend. Marigold looked like an elf, right down to the blonde pixie haircut streaked with black, an adorable, giggling little elf who always had mischief on her mind. It was part of the fun of hanging out with her.