Taste for Alphas: Paranormal Fantasy Shifter Romance
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Sylvana turned to face the large dragon, her hands raised, but Morgan's mind connected with him before he continued destroying the house.
“Stop, Tor. There's a dying woman here. If you destroy this house, you’ll kill her.”
He pulled back, still flying above them. Then a black dragon slammed into the orange one and Sylvana was back to facing Morgan.
“Let’s end this. It was already a piece of cake to get you away from Tor. Who do you think sent you those messages? It wasn’t your little friend.”
Morgan gasped. She’d gotten her to leave Tor, her protector, behind so she could come here and get to her alone. She felt so stupid. “Did you hurt Lexi? What did you do to them?”
Sylvana laughed. “I have no need for your friend or your pathetic mother. I only needed you to think she messaged you.”
“Why do you want to kill me?”
“If you die, Tor will never have a mate.”
She nodded. “But killing me will also kill him.”
Sylvana stopped to think for a moment but then shrugged. “I’ll miss him, but I’ll find someone else to torture.”
Morgan tried something new with her sudden mental power. She shoved at the witch with her mind. Sylvana flew back, breaking the front door down and landing outside. The fire she’d started at the center of the living room went out the moment she landed on her back.
Morgan rushed outside, hoping to keep her away from Helena and destroying the house.
Sylvana was already on her feet, hands raised and calling on her powers. Fuck.
“Call on the fire balls,” she heard Tor say in her mind. “Think of the fire balls and shoot them at her.”
She was running out of time. Sylvana had the ground shaking. Morgan thought back to the balls of fire she and Tor had discussed. His dragon controlled them with his mind. What if she could control some with her mind, too?
She visualized massive fireballs in orange and they materialized at the palm of her hand. She gasped, unsure what the fuck was going on but willing to go with it. She pointed at Sylvana, who was ready to kill everyone in that area when the fire balls shot out of her hands and hit the witch on either shoulder.
Sylvana was knocked out of her power call. She roared and sent lightning bolts toward Morgan. She didn’t have time to move, but the bolts never hit her. Her dragon mate was back. Tor landed in front of her, stopping the electrical charges from hitting her. He took the hit hard but continued to protect Morgan.
Sylvana screeched. “You can’t protect her forever!”
Tor’s dragon sent fire blades straight at Sylvana. She tried to wave them off, sent her own blazing balls, but they continued until they got their target. The blades slammed into her, lighting her on fire.
The dragon didn’t stop. He continued his attack on the witch. Even as she tried to run from him. Until there was only smoke and she was gone. Morgan couldn’t tell if she’d burned to death or had done a disappearing act.
She watched her dragon once again land. He shifted into his human body and ran to her. She jumped at him, uncaring of her size or weight. All she knew was that this was her man. That she wouldn’t have to give him up because he was her mate.
They kissed like they’d been given a second chance at life. In a way, they had. They could be together and not worry about her being mated to one of his brothers. She rubbed at his shoulders and frowned, pulling away from their kiss when she felt a scar that hadn’t been there before.
“Hang on a second,” she said. “Put me down.”
He did as she asked. She walked around him, seeing for the first time the mate mark on Tor. There it was, a massive dragon tattoo with her initial on its wing.
She realized then that the burning she’d been feeling at her back must have been her own mark making itself known. It would be interesting to see what hers looked like. Later, after they helped Helena see to her last breath with Rusty by her side.
Rusty ran out of the house with a robe for Tor. “Please,” he called to Morgan. “I know I don’t deserve your help after what happened, but I never wanted you to get hurt. I only wanted my Helena to have another chance at life.”
Morgan shook her head. “Don’t worry. I understand. I’m sorry you didn’t get your wish of her getting more time here with you.”
“It’s fine. I just want her last moments to be at peace. Can you help?”
She nodded. They went inside to help Helena spend a few moments of peace with the man she loved.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Morgan wrapped her robe around her waist and grinned at her body in the mirror. She touched her already rounded belly and chuckled. That wasn’t the baby, not yet. That was just her very curvy body, but soon, it would be all her baby. Her month old baby grew inside her. She couldn’t believe her little dragon had been blocking everyone from knowing his existence until now. She could only imagine what that meant for his powers.
Wait ‘til she told her mate. She left the bathroom and caught him by the same balcony where they’d first made love. The one they’d made their baby on.
He turned and marched right up to her, taking her into his arms and kissing her. Their lips melded and joy flowed in her heart. She kissed him back, a new bond growing tighter and stronger between them. She could see into his mind and heart and knew he felt the same.
Then there were his powers. They grew stronger since their mate marks showed. He could now see the future where she could see the past. They were both getting used to their new powers and visions. As it was, Morgan no longer needed glasses to see. Their mating changed both their lives.
Morgan shoved his pants down, immediately curling a hand around his length and pumping him. He groaned into their kiss and tugged at the tie around her waist. He pulled her back as he sat on the edge of the ottoman at the foot of their bed.
He slipped the robe open and kissed her breast, sucking a tight peak into his mouth. His hot tongue curled around her aching nipple and gave a gentle tug. A soft moan left the back of her throat. She leaned forward, gripping his shoulders and straddling him. He slid a hand between her thighs, fondling her clit and dipping into her channel.
He let go of her breast and inhaled at her tit. “Something’s different about you, sweetheart.”
She groaned and rocked her hips on his hand. “That I’m standing?”
“No,” he growled and drove his fingers deeper into her sex. “Lord, you’re soaked. I fucking love it.”
“I fucking love your tongue, Tor. God!”
He licked from one nipple to the other and bit between them. “Your scent,” he grunted between bites, “is different.”
“Shut up and fuck me already,” she panted, pulling his hand from between her legs, grabbing a hold of his cock and sliding down. She took him in one fell swoop. She was wet and ready. Her body shook with how badly she ached for him. He was big, but she accommodated him easily.
“Christ, baby. You’re extra tight this time.”
She could imagine. He felt extra massive. He grabbed at her ass cheeks and licked her collar bone. “I love you.”
She curled her arms around his neck and kissed his beard. “I love you, too, you big, sexy dragon.”
She rocked on him, back and forth at first, then she pressed her knees into the ottoman and lifted and dropped over his cock.
“You’re always going to be mine, Morgan,” he told her. “All mine. You were mine before I knew you were my mate.”
He gripped her hips and helped her ride him. Her chest burned from lack of air, but she managed to reply. “I love that I loved you before this mate mark came along. I might have not known for sure if it was the mark or true love.”
He shoved her down harder. Faster. His moves increasing with his breaths and grunts. “I’m glad you know I loved you before the mark as well. I fucking love you to the ends of the earths, baby girl. Mark or no mark.”
She gulped, feeling her body tighten as she readied to fly. “I know, Tor.”
“Your pussy, your curves. Every fucking part of you is mine. Will always be mine.”
She kissed all over his face. He pressed a kiss by her ear. “There will never be another woman that makes my dick hard and my heart soft like you do. Not in this lifetime and not in the next.”
She came then, her body bowing and pressing forward, her pussy contracting around his length. Pleasure consumed her, rushing through every limb and exiting through every pore.
He joined her in her climax, groaning and spilling his seed into her already fertile channel. He pulsed inside her, dragging another orgasm from her shaky core. “I fucking love you, Morgan.”
“I’ll never stop loving hearing you say that. I love you, too, Tor.”
Epilogue
Tor left his wife sleeping. He knew if he didn’t hurry, she’d wake and take care of baby Noah. Who would’ve thought there would be an actual argument over who would change a diaper in the castle. He usually lost to her or Ker, but tonight he’d been waiting for her to fall asleep so he could sit with his son for a while.
He entered the connecting room they’d turned into a baby suite. Little Noah was already gurgling and waving his tiny fisted hands madly in the air. He wasn’t in need of a change, but Tor would have felt bad waking his son otherwise. Now, he could hold him without worrying about waking him.
He picked up Noah and lifted him into his arms. Then he sat in the rocker Morgan had insisted was needed. He was glad he’d given into every desire for the baby suite because he loved the rocker. It was his favorite spot to sit with Noah and look out the window.
“How are you, son?”
Noah gazed at him with his big golden eyes. A chubby toothless smile on his lips. The baby coo’d and aah’d.
Noah looked exactly like Tor. He smiled and Noah smiled as well. There was a deep bond between them, something he’d never felt before and wouldn’t have known how amazing it was until after he had his son. For so long, he denied himself the hope that one day he would have a mate and children, but now he realized why he’d done that.
One can’t miss what one never had. Except now that he had both, he’d never in his life deny how special they were to him. Morgan brought him into the world of the living. He’d been existing before. Now, now he was alive. And no way was he missing a second of it.
The door creaked open. He glanced up and met Morgan’s gaze.
“Hey, sexy,” she whispered. “I see you finally got ahead of me.”
He chuckled and crooked a finger to call her to him. “Get over here. You are tough to beat. I don’t know how you always know when he’s going to be awake.”
“Instinct.” She sighed and took the baby from his arms then settled on his lap.
“You’re one of the most loving and forgiving women I’ve ever met.”
She groaned and wrinkled her nose. “What did you do? Why are you saying that?”
“I was just thinking about your mother and how much you let go in order to rebuild your relationship with her.”
She shrugged. “What’s the point of holding on to all that pain? Besides, I know she loves me and I want Noah to get as much love as possible from all family members.”
He nodded. “See. You’re beautiful. Inside and out. And you have some kind of power that you know when our baby needs something.”
“I never realized what other mom’s meant when they said instinct from the beginning, but our baby calls to me when he needs something.”
Tor brushed a finger over Noah’s chubby cheek. “Well, he better start calling on me, too. I’m his father.”
She laughed and kissed his head. “This just means we’ll need to have another so you can help out more.”
His heart filled with love for his wife and child. He was the first of his family since arriving on earth to keep his mate alive long enough to have offspring and give it life. Now his brothers needed to do the same. It was only a matter of time. Soon, they’d all have families. He knew it deep in his heart.
“Let’s go, mister sexy dragon,” she whispered. “Noah’s asleep.”
“Good. Let’s make him a sister.”
Tor watched her put the baby down and picked her up in his arms, carrying her to their room.
“Have I told you how much I love this Neanderthal side of you?” she asked.
“Every time I pick you up.”
Continue the series with Bound in Darkness
THE END
Wolf Protector
Federal Paranormal Unit Book 1
NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR
MILLY TAIDEN
Chapter One
“Brock, he’s doing it again!” Erica glared at the Casanova walking beside her, hating how good he looked in his black T-shirt and ass-hugging jeans. Trent Buchanan. He was her daily temptation and ultimate fantasy. And she’d rather wax her nipples in public than admit it to him. Butterflies swarmed her stomach, twisting and twirling her into one giant, aroused mess.
“What’s Buchanan done this time, Villa?” Brock, their team leader, asked without looking up from the papers on his desk.
“He’s staring at me.” She growled and dropped in one of the empty chairs, huffing out a breath.
Buchanan, The Bastard, as she liked to refer to his cute ass, grinned at her. His full, sexy lips caught her immediate attention. “Excuse me, I can’t help it if it’s a beautiful day, and I’m glad it’s Friday. You’re a grump, Villa.”
It was so unfair that she had to keep pushing him away when her body wanted to curl around his big frame. But if she ever did that she’d turn into another Trent groupie, and that was not her thing. She’d seen the other women in the department walk after him, ogling and almost drooling, as if he were the lead singer in a rock band. Pathetic.
Buchanan folded his arms over his massive chest. Erica’s entire body throbbed every time she looked at him. She drank in the inciting vision and argued with her lust for dominance. Disgusted with her body’s responses, she glared at him again. Her eyes strayed to the scar on his upper lip. She gulped and curled her fingers into her palms, digging her nails deep. Whenever she glanced at the tiny scar, she wanted to nibble and run her tongue over it. It was driving her insane. Thankfully he couldn’t read her mind, or he’d be having a hell of a time making fun of her tough talk.
“Villa, just look at me.” He opened his muscled arms wide and did a full circle for her. Once he was facing her again, he leaned on the wall. He winked at her. “If you didn’t have a stick the size of Texas up your ass, you’d realize what a catch I am.”
“Ouch.” Jane Donovan, the youngest member in their team exclaimed as she entered the office. “You are looking to get your little boy parts cut off when you least expect it, Buchanan.”
Donovan sat next to Erica and played with her phone, or what appeared to be a phone. She was a systems expert and always had some strange gadget in her hands.
Erica peeked at Buchanan again and frowned. It wasn’t smart to let him get the best of her, she knew that, but something about him made her speak without thinking.
Buchanan grinned, lifted a hand to his lips, and blew her an air kiss. “Villa knows she wants me. If she would stop fighting her instincts we’d have moved past this awkward foreplay.”
And that was the reason Erica would rather swim in shark-infested waters with a paper cut than admit her attraction to the six-foot-two wall of sexy muscle. Even if her body was strung so tight she thought she’d soon burst a blood vessel, she would not admit to her growing desire for Buchanan.
“Settle down. Where the hell is Ramirez?” Brock asked, finally looking up at the three of them.
“Probably getting some in the men’s room.” Donovan muttered under her breath.
Erica choked on a giggle. They were so going to get written up.
Brock didn’t allow that kind of talk around the building, ever. It was hard enough that they were held to higher standards than the other teams. The senior directors expected miracles from them. Erica was lucky Brock took the brunt of the stress from his superiors.
Buchanan groaned. “Am I missing out on something that awesome? Because I had no idea women were doing that in the men’s room.”
Erica’s smile fell from her lips. He continued to grin at her. “Don’t worry, Villa. I’m all yours whenever you want me. Just say the word.”
“I said settle down,” Brock ordered again. “This is not the time or place for this type of behavior. You know we have a strict code of conduct here.”
Did Buchanan ever not think of sex? Probably not. Shit, even she had a hard time keeping her thoughts away from sex whenever he was around.
Before she got the chance to give him a sarcastic response, Tony Ramirez strolled in, an easy smile over his wide lips. He was a specimen of male perfection, able to make the strongest of women pant. Of course, he also had an ego the size of Alaska. But as much as she’d tried, her panties just didn’t go into a desperate twist with Ramirez. Oh but with Trent…er Buchanan, her body buzzed in awareness the moment he swaggered into the room with her.
“I’m here. Sorry, I was caught up.” Ramirez’s tone dripped with innuendo.
“Oh, brother.” Donovan’s complaint was loud. “Are we here for another lesson on who can get more? Ramirez versus Buchanan? Because, I gotta say, I have better things to do than figure that one out. As far as I’m concerned the women both of these dumbasses get don’t count. They’re all easy.”
“Hey!” Both men complained at once.
Brock’s patience snapped. “Enough!” His voice thundered in the office, making the entire team go silent. “We are not here for a competition on who has the biggest anything, so put your rulers away and pay attention. I don’t want to write anyone up on misconduct, so please, shut your mouths before I’m forced to.” He took a deep breath and rubbed his fingers over his eyes before looking up. His gaze pierced each of them as it traveled the room. “Let’s get to what you’re here for. You all have a new assignment.”