by Desiree Holt
Derek chuckled. “Imagine that. Did he have any explanation?”
“Seems they found a huge unlicensed game preserve about two miles away from the house. Lots of illegally imported animals, and a lot of them looked as if they’d been genetically altered. And not in a good way.”
“That’s what Mueller wanted me for.” It was the first time Hannah had said much of anything since they returned to Derek’s. “He explained to me in very arrogant terms how he was going to harvest my eggs, cross them with sperm from animals like jaguars and puma, then implant them back in my body with genetic enhancements.”
Alexa had a horrified look on her face. “And they expected you to actually give birth to those monstrosities?”
“In my wolf form.” She shivered. “The man was crazy.”
Rand clasped her hand tighter. He hadn’t let go of her since they’d returned from Mueller’s.
“The sheriff’s confiscated all the records in the house,” Charlie went on. “He’s been in contact with the feds who are getting warrants for all the businesses we found information on, especially the pharmaceuticals company.”
The two deputies brought everyone up to date on other important details then both rose.
“You guys need to get some rest, and we need to get out of your hair,” Jesse said.
Everyone else rose and shook hands with them.
“Thanks again,” Derek said, ushering the men and their wives to the front door.
“Hey, we’ve got an interest in this, too,” Charlie pointed out and hugged his wife close to him.
Rand and Hannah were the last to leave.
“Thank you,” she told Derek, hugging him around the waist. “I thought for sure my life was over.”
He smiled down at her. “I think Rand would have torn my throat out if I hadn’t made this happen. You’re an intrinsic part of this pack, Hannah. We don’t abandon our own.”
She gave him another quick squeeze before Rand reached for her and tugged her back to him.
“We’d love to stay and chat,” he said, “but we have more important things to do.”
Hannah blushed as Derek grinned knowingly then laughed as Rand pulled her out the door.
When he’d locked the door, he turned to Riesa, taking both of her hands in his. “The choice now is yours,” he told her. “We can have this last night together, or you can stay and we can build a life together. I want you, Riesa. For more than just a few hours.”
“Oh, Derek, I want you, too.”
“I know you have a life elsewhere….”
“Nothing I can’t rearrange,” she assured him. “I don’t want to leave you. Ever.”
He swung her up in his arms. “Then let’s go and celebrate.”
***
Rand turned on the shower and undressed Hannah while the water heated. He kissed every inch of skin as he exposed it, as if his mouth could wash away the touch of Rogan Mueller and his men. She trembled beneath his touch, and, once again, he cursed the men who tried to take her from him.
“I promise I’ll never do anything risky again,” she told him in a soft voice. “I’m a lot smarter than I was two days ago.”
“It’s all right, little wolf. I trust you to do the smart thing. I think this has been a good lesson to all of us, that danger lurks everywhere out there and we always have to be vigilant.”
He’d brought jeans and a T-shirt for her to Mueller’s. Now he lifted the shirt over her head, growling low in his throat as she raised her arms, arching her breasts upward to him. He bent his head and captured one rosy nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it and nipping it lightly with his teeth. Hannah pushed against him, and he flicked his tongue against the taut nipple. Her fingers slid into his hair, massaging his scalp and holding his head close to her.
When he was satisfied he’d given the one nipple the proper treatment, he turned to the other and repeated the process. Still holding the nipple in his mouth, he moved his hands down her rib cage to the snap on the waistband of her jeans, opening it and lowering the zipper. Releasing her nipple, he shoved her jeans down her slim legs. They pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of them. His fingers traced a path back up her legs before tangling gently in the curls on her pubic mound.
Now that the lust he’d repressed for her all these years had been let out of the box, he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to taste and touch every inch of her. His cock was so hard he could pound nails with it, and his balls ached with a fierce pain. But tonight they would mate as wolves and then they would be bound together forever. He had to restrain himself at the same time he made sure she was properly readied.
He shucked his own clothes and tossed them aside. Picking her up, he carried her into the shower, stood her on the corner bench, and parted her legs.
“I have to taste you.” He barely recognized his own voice. “I have to feel my tongue inside of you. Grab my shoulders, Hannah. Hold on tight.”
He knelt beneath the stream of water, opened the lips of her cunt, and stroked the pink, swollen flesh with his tongue. God, just the barest taste of her honey and he was ready to come. He wanted to fuck her with his mouth, his fingers, his cock. To fill every opening of her body.
But he had to curb his impatience. Despite the long day and evening they’d had, he knew better than to rush this. For her first mating as a wolf, Hannah had to be fully aroused and able to take his cock, which in that form would be even larger and harder.
He lapped at her steadily, hands on her hips holding her in place. She gripped his shoulders, balancing herself, tiny cries slipping from her throat. Her hips moved back and forth as she urged him to move his tongue harder and faster.
Oh god, she tasted like pure heaven. Better than the finest wine he’d ever had. How had he managed to keep himself from her all this time?
When the movement of her hips became more insistent, he slid two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out in a steady rhythm. Her moans grew louder, and, inside her tight little pussy, the muscles quivered and flexed. But when he felt the first signs of her orgasm, he withdrew, wringing a cry of protest from her.
Pouring shower gel into his hands, he worked up a lather and spread it lovingly over her body, massaging it into her shoulders and arms, the hollow at her throat where her pulse beat harder, her breasts and nipples, taking particular care to lightly pinch the hard peaks. His hands moved over her stomach, down her legs, then up the inside of her thighs.
“Oh, please, Rand,” she begged. “I want you inside me. I want to come with you.”
“Soon enough, little wolf. Be patient.”
“Noooo,” she wailed. “I need you now.”
He ignored her pleas, instead turning her around and soaping her back and legs, and finally her buttocks. He parted the round cheeks and stared at the tight brown hole winking at him. Last night, he’d felt it. Now the sight of it almost made him come where he knelt. He’d fucked many females in his life, but none had ever turned him on the way Hannah did. He knew he had to be inside her soon or lose it altogether, but he gritted his teeth and called on every bit of his self-control.
Lathering his hand, he slipped a finger into her rectum and let her adjust to it. Wriggling to test her receptiveness, he added a second finger and scissored them back and forth.
“Oh god,” she cried, and braced herself against the tile walls.
Using his other hand, Rand pushed three fingers into her cunt and fucked her in cadence with the rhythm in her ass. She rocked back and forth, impaling herself first on one hand then the other. In seconds, she was shivering and shaking as her orgasm crashed around her. Rand bit down on his lip so hard he drew blood, but he was determined to save himself for the forest.
He didn’t wait for her to stop shuddering, instead withdrawing both hands while the climax still gripped her and hastily cleaning himself. He’d intended to draw the shower out even longer, but it was apparent they were both about to crash over a precipice of pleasure.
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p; “Why did you do that?” she asked as he dried her off.
He took one of her small hands and placed it on his cock. Her fingers barely fit around it.
“This is why. And it will be even bigger when I shift. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She looked down at his powerful erection and her eyes widened.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “You’ll be able to take it.”
She looked doubtful but didn’t protest when he threw the towels on the floor and led her back into the bedroom. He opened the sliding doors that led to the back deck and the trees beyond.
“Are you ready, little wolf?”
“Yes.” She swallowed, a slight edge of nervousness coloring her expression.
“I tell you again, it will be all right. I love you, Hannah. I am going to make you mine forever.”
He pulled her into his arms and took her mouth in a predatory kiss. His tongue swept inside, tasting every inch of her, as he’d tasted her pussy. He was drunk now on her many addictive flavors. He wasn’t sure he would ever get enough of tasting every bit of her.
He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “Are you all right to shift now?”
Her lips curved in a smile. “For this, I’ll always be all right.” She shivered again. “You’ll teach me, right?”
“Always.” He caressed her cheek with his fingertips.
Then he nodded, she drew a breath with him, and, in moments, they were side by side in wolven form. Her coat was lighter than his, and when he pressed his snout against her shoulder, he realized it was softer. Why had he never noticed this before? What an ass he had been to waste all this time.
He nudged her outside and moved in front of her, looked back once over his shoulder, and took off across the lawn. He heard the sound of her running behind him, and a feeling of exhilaration raced through his veins. It was well past midnight, and the sky, visible through the canopy of leaves, was black velvet. A soft breeze caressed his snout, and his heart raced with anticipation.
When he’d found a suitable spot, he stopped and turned. Hannah pulled up next to him, eyes bright with lust and desire. He circled her, nipping lightly at her, his lips curling in his wolven smile when she yipped and danced. He paused to rub his snout against hers then moved around in back of her, sniffing at her deliciously scented cunt. He tormented both of them by licking her again and again until he knew he’d have to have her or explode.
Rising on his hind legs, he carefully mounted her, his enormous cock sliding into her pussy slick with her juices and with wanting. She shook with the force of the penetration, and a low growl rumbled from her. But then he bit down on her shoulder and fucked her in a strong, steady rhythm. As aroused as they both were, their orgasm built rapidly then burst over them both at the same time.
Rand held her in place as his cock pulsed inside her again and again, her swollen cunt gripping him like a vise until she’d wrung every last drop from him. When he finally pulled away from her, he rolled her over onto her back and again rubbed his snout against hers. His eyes sent her a message that he hoped she understood. Then he began to shift, and, thank god, she shifted with him.
They lay naked on the ground, wrapped in each other’s arms. Rand cuddled her close to him, stroking her hair. He didn’t ever remember feeling this complete in his life.
He stroked her hair and looked down at her face.
“Mine.” He felt such a strong sense of possession.
She smiled at him and nodded. “Yours.”
***
Derek had no idea what to expect when he carried Riesa into his bedroom. What little time they’d had together hadn’t been nearly enough to learn about each other. He knew as the alpha he was aggressive in both activities and in sex, but he could also restrain himself when necessary. That was the responsibility of the alpha in every pack.
So, how should he behave with Riesa? She was a human, not a shifter. Alexa and Liana had successfully mated with humans, and he’d never heard of any problems, although he knew the females of the pack were just as driven by lust. With Hannah, what he’d felt was pure lust, the thing that drove them all. But for those who mated, the lust was tempered by emotion. The last thing he wanted was to frighten Riesa into changing her mind and running away from him. He set her on her feet, trying to decide the best way to proceed to give her the maximum satisfaction, but she took things out of his hands. So to speak.
While he was standing there, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders, she tugged on his T-shirt until he bent so she could pull it over his head. As her fingers worked nimbly on the button and zipper of his jeans, he realized she was taking the decision out of his hands.
Good. He could follow her lead.
As she pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs, she knelt before him, kissing his navel, the tender skin beneath it, the crease where hip and thigh joined. He lifted his feet to kick away his jeans, wishing she were naked, too. But he got the feeling this was her show. He was afraid even to breathe, worried he might distract her.
Her delicate hands stroked his thighs while her tongue licked its way across his groin, drawing a low growl from him. When she wrapped her fingers around his cock, he nearly lost it. He was so hard he hurt, and his balls were drawn up tight with the need for release. When she slipped one hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, he had to grip her shoulders to support himself. He wanted to toss her onto the mattress and fuck the life out of her, but he called on every bit of strength to restrain himself.
Her small tongue peeped out of her mouth and brushed against the head of his shaft, catching the drop of liquid spilling from the slit. Then she probed the slit with the tip of her tongue, and heat consumed him, burning through his veins.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned, trying not to press his fingers too hard into her shoulders. Her skin was so creamy and soft, he was afraid he’d bruise it.
She dipped her head and lowered her mouth over his erection, sliding her lips all the way to the root.
Don’t stop! God, don’t stop.
But she pulled back, leaving his cock slick and wet. And then she did an amazing thing. She pulled her blouse over her head, tossed it aside with her bra, nestled his wet cock in the valley between her breasts, and squeezed those breasts together around it.
Oh god. Oh Jesus. Oh shit. Stop. Don’t stop.
She rocked gently back and forth, fucking his cock with those absolutely luscious breasts. Every time she rocked forward, she swept her tongue across the head of his cock, one feathery stroke. Derek closed his eyes and let the carnal feeling wash over him.
His balls tightened even more, the muscles in his back tingled, and he knew his release was close. So close.
No. Not like this. Not yet.
Pulling away from her, he lifted her to her feet, stripped off the rest of her clothing and placed her on the bed.
“I can’t wait,” he panted. “I have to have you. Later—much later—we can play, but if I’m not inside you in ten seconds, I might die of a heart attack.”
But first he took time to test her readiness, a predatory smile curving his lips when he found her wet and swollen. Hungry to feel her around him, he knelt between Riesa’s thighs, placed his hand beneath her ass to lift her to him, and plunged inside with one swift stroke.
“Yes!” she cried, pushing her hips at him. “Yes, yes, yes.”
The slick walls of her pussy gripped him, milking him as he thrust in and out. He moved one hand to her clit, massaging it in tempo with his strokes, loving the flush of heat that suffused her face and the carnal light that bloomed in her eyes.
On and on he drove her, teasing her clit, murmuring erotic words to her until he felt the first quivers of her climax and knew he could let go himself.
The explosion was so powerful it rocked him, shook him as if Thor’s thunderbolt had come down from the sky and pierced him. Beneath him, Riesa shook with equally powerful spasms, her cunt so tight around him he was sure he could feel ev
ery nerve ending through the thin sheath.
When it ended, he was spent, and Riesa collapsed in his arms, breathing hard, a fine sheen of perspiration covering her skin. When he could catch his breath, he showered her face with kisses, licking her lips and her eyelids. Finally, he brushed the hair away from her face and stared into her eyes, a deeper peace than he’d ever felt consuming him.
“Mine,” he stated.
She smiled and nodded. “Yours.”
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Wolf Moon by Desiree Holt
Chapter One
The rain always depressed Alexa Martin, underscoring the isolation she lived with. Scant moments ago, she’d returned from running through the trees behind her house. Concealed by the darkness, she’d given in to the urge she’d been suppressing for two days. Now, in a fleece robe, with a towel wrapped around her head, she sat curled up on the window seat in her living room. Thick drops of liquid ran down the glass like tiny waterfalls. If only there was a way she could wash away the problems in her life and make it clean and free again.
Why did I think everything would be fine when I moved to Florida? Running from our clan’s alpha really didn’t change anything except to put distance between me and everything I’ve ever known.
“You know I cannot allow your relationship with a human,” the alpha had told her in his forbidding voice. “He will turn on you when he knows the truth. Worse yet, he could expose you and the rest of us. Is that what you want?”
He was right, damn him.
She had deliberately shape-shifted in front of Ray, hoping for acceptance, but she’d seen nothing but horror in his eyes.
“What are you?” Disgust had filled his voice. “Some kind of freak? No, get away from me,” he’d shouted when she moved toward him. “Do not touch me.”
“You should have listened to your elders,” the alpha told her afterward. “I have no objection to marriage, but only with our own kind. We must perpetuate our clan. Lance is ready and waiting to make you his wife.”