Aspen Valley Wolf Pack (The Complete Series)

by Amber Ella Monroe

  She parted from the kiss. “You’re soaked.”

  “I took a dive in the lake,” he said. “I didn’t want you to see me the way I was.”

  She touched his face and frowned. “You were fighting, weren’t you?”

  When he didn’t say anything, she lifted the wet shirt over his head. Together, they peeled away his clothing until everything but his briefs were in the foyer.

  “That’s better,” she whispered, tracing the jagged lines of his most recent scars. “But what happened out there?”

  His hand cupped her ass and he squeezed her there possessively. He leaned in to kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. And just as he thought—just as he had hoped—his birthmark was still there. He pressed his lips softly against her ear.

  “I’ll tell you about that later, sweetheart. Just know that everything is all right now. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

  “Thank you.”

  He threaded his fingers through her thick wet hair. “No, Autumn, thank you, for trusting me. Thank you for showing me that there’s hope. About our talk…”

  “Yes?” She looked at him anxiously.

  “After we had sex, something changed.”

  “I know. I’ve been feeling really weird,” she said. “Well, not weird, but just…” Her face blushed. “…like I need you again. But we both knew that would happen.”

  “Yes, we knew that would happen. But something else changed. You’re carrying my mark, Autumn. That means—”

  “I know about that too.” She smiled. “I saw your birthmark this morning right before you left. I know I’m wearing your mark.”

  “You do?”

  She nodded. “So…what next?”

  “We do what we planned to do. Stay together. Love each other.”

  Autumn slid her arms around his next and lifted herself on her tiptoes. “I mean, what do we do about my need to fuck you again?”

  He groaned. “Mmmm, you’re becoming a very naughty woman.”

  “I like me this way.”

  She stepped back and untied the oversized robe and let the thing fall to her feet. He licked his lips and drank in her beauty. He was secretly pleased that she barely had clothes to wear just yet. She was completely naked. Without further hesitation, he picked her up and hurried to his bedroom.

  Garrett tossed her onto the bed and then flipped her over so he could see the plumpness of her ass. He covered her body, pinning her down. With his mouth, he found the column of her neck. When his teeth lightly grazed her there, she moaned. Pleasure rolled through him when he viewed his birthmark on her neck. Its presence brought out the possessive side of him. It brought out the inner beast in him. He pushed his thick erection against her ass.

  “You’re beautiful, Autumn,” he said. “And you’re mine.”

  He slid his hand up under her belly and propped her up so that she was on her hands and knees. Ass up. Face down. Exposed to him.

  “Oh, God, Garrett,” she moaned. “I’ve been wanting this all day.”

  “Patience,” he whispered, taking a deep breath in, smelling her sweet arousal.

  When he glanced down at her sex, he almost lost control. Her pussy was plump and juicy. Already wet for the taking. He glided his hands over her ass, kneading it until she was pushing back, begging him to enter her. Instead of giving his dick, he pushed two digits inside of her. Her cries of pleasure were music to his ears. The thing he wanted to do to her and would do to her for the rest of his life should have been forbidden. The cinnamon and nutmeg smell of her enchanted him. He wanted to taste her. Placing one knee on the bed next to her, he lowered his head and kissed the highest curve of her ass, kissing his way downward until his tongue was buried deep in her pussy. He lapped at her in slow, but firm strokes, letting her warm honey coat his tongue. Her whole body was trembling against him. Her clit pulsed against his tongue. She arched deeper, grabbing and pulling at the sheets on his bed. He couldn’t help himself and growled into her pussy. She let go…waves of energy traveled across both of them.

  While she was still shaking and high on a climax, he spread her legs wider and buried himself to the hilt. Over and over again he drove into her, intent on giving her as much pleasure as she could handle and then some.

  “Mine,” he growled, climaxing long and hard.

  “Yes, Garrett. I’m yours.”

  That was all the confirmation he needed. He wasn’t going anywhere. This was his home. Autumn was his woman. His true mate. His everything.

  Epilogue

  Seven Months Later…A glimpse of Autumn’s & Garrett’s future together

  “Well, love, what do you think?” Garrett slid his arm around her waist and pulled her against his side.

  Autumn was so absorbed in daydreaming about the positive outlook she had for the future, that she hadn’t realized that she was still in the same spot since they got here. Even the overcast clouds above them couldn’t dampen her mood.

  The foundation, parking lot, and building of the new future tavern had just been completed. All that was left was the completion of the interior design. All of the kitchen equipment, shelving, tables, chairs…everything had already been picked out. The big sign identifying the tavern had been erected beside the road just this morning. North’s Country Tavern, it read. Garrett had just hung a red vinyl sign that indicated when the grand reopening would occur. She was nervous, exciting, and hopeful…all of those emotions, all rolled into one.

  The tavern would be as twice as big as the last one. Not only would the place have the pool hall and sports section that was there before the fire, the builders were also able to increase the size of the kitchen, which she’d always thought was too small for three full-time chefs. In addition, there would be a front patio and a seating area outside. Her dad would be so proud. She wished he were here to see it now to see it. To see her and meet Garrett.

  “I love it,” she exclaimed. “I love it so much!”

  Garrett grinned. “Good. I’m loving it too.”

  “When can we start decorating inside?” she asked.

  “According to the contractor, as early as next week.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  He kissed her on the lips softly and rubbed her swollen belly. “You’re still going to have to take it easy. My baby’s in there and I don’t want you to exert yourself in any way.”

  “I’ll be fine,” she said. “Doc says I’m healthy and so is our baby.”

  “And my responsibility is to keep it that way. Remember, you point and instruct and I’ll do it.”

  She grinned. “I’m loving this.”

  “I bet you are.”

  For the past three and a half months, he’d been super-attentive. Not only did Autumn have the re-opening of the tavern to look forward to, she was also anxious to meet the little girl or boy that would become the newest member of the North and Justice families.

  She had more than enough to live and fight for.

  Outlaw Unleashed

  Story Summary

  OUTLAW UNLEASHED (ASPEN VALLEY WOLF PACK)

  A bad boy outlaw who will do what is necessary to protect and keep what he holds dear and a college student who is ready to ditch her drab dating life for something daring makes for a sizzling, paranormal romance adventure.

  * * *

  Brock Justice is a wolf and an outlaw. He’s known inside and outside of his community for being active in the movement for shifter equality. His current mission is to stop the ownership reversion of shifter lands to the State. The outlaw and his band of brothers cultivate a plan to halt the proceedings by targeting the Governor. During a raid and in a twist of events, Brock ends up taking the Governor’s daughter. Chelsey is spoiled, wayward, and breathtakingly beautiful. He wants to do more than keep her all to himself. His wolf wants to lay claim to her. But how can he be a true mercenary when the woman he’s supposed to hate unleashes his mating urge?

  Chapter 1

  If LIVE Nightclub hadn’t been short a
few bouncers tonight, Brock Justice would’ve been home an hour ago. He knew he should’ve picked up some beer from the convenient store instead of stopping by here. After Leo had seen Brock hanging around outside with some bikers, the guy had practically begged him to keep an eye on things in the club. Brock had a hard time saying no to people he thought of as family. And he owed Leo one anyway. The man had bailed him out of jail more than a few times over the past several years. Coincidentally, one of those times had been from getting into a physical altercation with some bonehead he couldn’t even remember.

  LIVE was way overcrowded tonight. The ratio of humans to shifters was relatively high. The nightclub was one of the most popular in the state. It was also the only club owned by a shifter where humans mingled around. But sometimes the mingling didn’t always lead to good times. Several fights had broken out in here over the past couple of months and Leo had already received notices from the authorities about executing a shutdown if the security wasn’t tightened up. The fucked up part about it was that over fifty percent of the fights were over disagreements between shifters and humans. There was no promise in sight that the dust would settle anytime soon. It was a rough time in Tellevue County where opposing political views were the number one topic of discussion. On top of that, the local government was trying to seize the majority of shifter-owned lands through eminent domain proceedings. It was no wonder so many sat at the bar, emptying beer pitchers left and right. Stressful times called for desperate measures.

  “Hey Brock!” one of the call girls yelled as he passed through the dense crowd to get to the bar. “What ya doing out here tonight?”

  “I was just passing through for a drink.” If he could remember correctly, the woman’s name was Anna. She’d been working here a while out of one of the backrooms.

  “Where are your brothers?” she asked.

  “I don’t keep up with anyone but myself.”

  “You boys haven’t been in the news lately.” She grinned. “I thought maybe you had packed up and left.”

  “I’m still here.”

  “Well, me too. But I won’t be for long. As soon as I earn enough, I’m gonna buy me one of those motorhomes and head out west. Me and my girls. We’re going to Vegas.”

  “Uh-huh.” Brock nodded. “I wish you luck. I’m sure you’ll get there.”

  Getting out of the small town of Aspen Valley was a hot topic for half of the residents here. The majority of those who left for greener pastures or big cities did so without warning. They never really talked about it; they just got up and left. Brock and his brothers had abandoned the town before when they were young boys, only to be led back here when their younger brother, Dane, was named Alpha of the Aspen Valley Pack. Now they had a duty to stand by their Pack Alpha and the growing shifter community.

  “If you’ve got some free time, I can help you relax,” she said.

  It was her way of nonchalantly offering herself and her body for the night. There were probably about a half a dozen other girls working at LIVE tonight for the very same purpose. He’d never fucked any of them, but they did offer expert massages. He didn’t know what had gotten over him. Even the massages he’d come to love here weren’t doing the trick anymore. He was bored with it all.

  “Listen, Anna, I’m on duty tonight, but it was nice talking to you,” he said.

  “Ah, if you say so,” she said, her gaze working slowly across his groin. “If you change your mind, I’m here until 2 A.M.”

  After Brock broke away from Anna, he slid on an empty barstool, took out his wallet, and tossed a Benjamin on the counter. Not a minute later, Frank placed a shot of whiskey down in front of him.

  “What’s the word, Brock?” Frank asked as he proceeded to make a cocktail for another customer.

  “Just trying to stay out of trouble.”

  Frank laughed. “Is that even possible, dude?”

  “Doesn’t anyone have faith in me?” Brock asked, pretending to look sheepish.

  Frank smirked and gave him a skeptical look. He dipped a martini glass into some salt, poured in whatever fruity cocktail he’d mixed, and topped it off with a lime. It wasn’t until he placed it on the coaster of the woman sitting two seats down from him did Brock fully realize that she’d been there. The moment he turned his gaze in her direction, she looked up at him with a set of the prettiest brown eyes he’d ever seen.

  She diverted her attention and looked down at her drink before Brock could get a good look at her face. She certainly wasn’t a regular and she damn sure wasn’t a shifter. Her outfit was provocative and barely there and he almost wondered if she was one of the new girls working the back. No, couldn’t be. Brock saw right past the seductive club attire and dramatic makeup she wore. She didn’t appear to belong in Leo’s adult rooms, but again the selections changed almost weekly.

  While Frank was focused on another customer, Brock rose from his chair, took his drink with him, and slid into the empty seat next to the woman.

  She looked straight ahead and fumbled with the napkins on the counter as if pretending not to see him.

  “So…” Brock said. “Let me take a guess at why a woman like you would end up at an adult nightclub like this.”

  She turned sharply in his direction, eagerly awaiting his answer.

  “I wasn’t aware there was a requirement to enter the nightclub,” she said. “But go ahead…”

  “One, you’re one of those reporters from the city they send in here every now and then to get the scoop on us. Two, you were getting a little bored with the regular clubs in the city. Three, this is your first day on the job, you’re feeling overwhelmed, and you decided to take a break.”

  She smiled. “None of the above.”

  “I’m all ears if you care to share the real reason.”

  “I’m not sure if I like you or not.” She blushed and lifted her cocktail glass to her lips.

  They were painted a dark red and all Brock could do was imagine her mouth on him. Shit! He was a little more deprived than he thought. Maybe it was time to unleash his desires before he drove himself insane trying to keep his dick in his pants. That had been his grandmother’s advice the last time he visited her out west, but sustaining his sexual attraction to this woman, in particular, was proving to be more difficult than he could imagine and he didn’t even know her name.

  “Save yourself and your energy for your intended mate,” his grandma had said. “Trust me, you’ll need it.”

  What Grandma Justice didn’t know was that he possessed endless amounts of energy when it came to fucking, thanks to his papa who was a rolling stone. Brock liked his freedom very much and had realized long ago that his intended mate might never appear. But there was no way in Heaven or Hell that he’d mate or even marry four different women in the process of finding her like his Papa Magnus had.

  As the woman swallowed, her delicate throat flexed. Her caramel-complexioned skin looked soft to the touch. Soon, his gaze had shifted to her rounded breasts pushing up out of her little tight top. She wasn’t even wearing a bra and he licked his lips as he contemplated what shade her nipples might be. Her thick and luscious thighs were pressed together tightly and he imagined his face between them exploring her.

  Fuck! Just stop it. She’s a human and you’ll scare her away.

  “Are you a shifter?” she asked, her question taking him off guard.

  “Don’t I look like one?”

  She turned slightly and assessed him inch by inch, sending his blood pressure into an unhealthy spike. “You do.”

  “I’m full-blood. Weren’t you expecting a shifter? This is a shifter-owned nightclub.”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, that’s why I’m here. I’m looking for a shifter just like you.” The tip of her tongue slipped through the seam of her lips and then across it.

  Damn, she’s hot.

  “Now, it’s my turn to ask a question,” he said. “You said I was wrong about why you’re here. Why are you here, little Princess?”r />
  “As part of a dare.” She took a longer sip of her cocktail.

  “A dare?”

  She nodded, pursing her plump red lips. “Mmm-hmm.”

  “Do you mind elaborating?”

  “I’m here because…I want to sleep with a shifter.”

  Brock almost spewed his liquor as he struggled to keep his amusement inside. “Sleep with? Okay, that’s innocent enough. Even little fairy princesses sleep.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “Well, Princess, if you’re here for something you want, you ain’t gonna get it beating around the bushes.”

  “I want to fuck a shifter. There. I said it.”

  “Are you drunk, Princess?” he asked.

  “Not entirely. I’m very aware of where I am and I know what I came for,” she replied, hotly.

  Brock’s balls tightened and his dick pulsed against his fly. “Why do you want this?”

  “My break is over soon and I’ll be heading back to college in under a week. There aren’t any shifters there like you. In fact, the boys there don’t do anything for me. I thought if I slept with someone of your…caliber that would hold me over until I graduate in the summer.”

  This time, Brock did laugh.

  A visible blush crept up her slender neck. “I knew I’d be laughed at.”

  “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because you’re misinformed.”

  “I haven’t been informed of anything, except the fact that shifter males are excellent lovers. I have friends who’ve um…”

  She pushed a few wayward strands of hair behind her ears and pursed her lips. Goddammit, he wanted to drag his fingers through her jet black, bone straight hair, and mostly, he wanted to kiss her plump, red lips.

  “Who’ve what?” he asked.

  “They’ve been with men like you and seem to really love it.”

  “And you want to test it out?”