Real Men Shift Volume Two: Paranormal Werewolf Romance Boxed Set

by Celia Kyle

  He tilted his hips and rubbed his length against her pussy, his hardness stroking her while his hands and mouth remained occupied. Her slick pussy let him glide between her folds with ease and she shuddered as the tip of his length nudged her clit. His cock pulsed against her soaked flesh, drawing another tremble from her. He began slowly, savoring the touch as his tongue tormented her nipples again and again. His sharp teeth scraped one firm tip and she moaned deep, enjoying that bite of pain.

  The thick crown of his cock flirted with her pussy, caressing her center with its mushroomed head. A promise of what was to come. Hopefully soon. She was ready for him. More than ready. She told him as much by grasping his hips and pulling him even closer. A silent message and plea in that one simple movement. One he obliged without hesitation.

  A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as he entered her, his hardness stretching her pussy, filling her in a single, punishing thrust. A snippet of pain came with the ecstasy and she moaned deep as he possessed her fully. He took control—took her. She was so slick with arousal that he slid into her to the hilt, not stopping the sensuous motion until their hips met. His thick girth filled her, touched her in places that she hadn’t ever imagined. Her nerves were alight with the new sensations, the delirious ecstasy that came with his penetration.

  “Don’t hold back,” she urged him, panting breaths coming between her words. “I want everything from you. I want it all.”

  Persia felt as if she played with fire and loved every moment. Loved it even more as Warren reacted to her words. He took one of her legs and turned her until she lay nearly sideways before him. He grasped her ass with a possessive hold while he fondled her breasts with the other hand—his touch dominant and loving at once. She had a moment to breathe, but only that moment, because then Warren turned his entire attention to driving her mad. He took control of her, her body, her pleasure.

  “Oh god!” she rasped the words as he began truly punishing her, pumping his shaft in and out of her slick pussy.

  He glided in and out of her, his hips snapping forward and pressing their bodies together in an intimate dance. His massive cock stroked her, deliciously raw yet caring as he fucked her hard, body jolting with every thrust. Nothing had ever felt more right. She clutched the sheets, needing something to ground her to the here and now as his attentions threated to destroy her with pleasure. Her mouth hung open, gasping for air, as he pounded into her.

  The sound of his grunting pants and deep groans filled the air, the lewd slap of their bodies joining the sounds, and her face heated. His moans were all for her, every sweet, deliciously wicked sound was for her. This sweet, powerful country boy had it bad for her—as bad as she had it for him. A thought so fulfilling that tears threatened to push past the ecstasy assaulting her.

  He thrust into her with exact precision, his cock grinding against her g-spot with relentless thrusts. He gave her more and more and more and she took every ounce of pleasure. She hoarded the sensations, gathering them close as Warren played her body like an instrument.

  She’d demanded everything and it seemed he was ready to deliver.

  Tension coiled inside her, gathering and building, coalescing into an ever-increasing ball of sensation. She gripped the sheets, struggling against the massive bubble that threatened to overwhelm her. It was so big. So much. So… Her pussy clenched around Warren’s cock, milking his hard length and causing the gathered pleasure to increase in size with every ripple.

  Soon. She was so close. She…

  Warren rolled her to her back once more, his pace not faltering or changing in any way, but it was enough to send her release stumbling back. The impending ecstasy stuttered, and she struggled against him, fighting to reach the precipice once more. She’d been so damned close…

  “Are you ready?” he growled—growled—and the truth of what came next hit her full force.

  She was ready to come, but she didn’t think that was what he meant. He wanted to make sure she was ready. Ready to be his. Ready to be a mate. Ready to be a werewolf.

  The answer to it all was a single word, “Yes.”

  To make sure he understood, she tipped her head to the side, exposing more of her neck and shoulder. She wanted this—wanted to be his entirely.

  His body continued to torment hers, his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy as he leaned down. He braced his weight on his hands and drew nearer, not stopping until their chests met and his lips hovered over Persia’s neck. His breath fanned across her sweat dappled skin, a fleeting chill racing across her. She was possessed by him, surrounded by him, consumed by him.

  Warren nuzzled her, his lips caressing the column of her throat, teeth nibbling her earlobe and then mouth ghosting over the shell of her ear as he whispered three words.

  “I love you, Red.”

  Persia’s response was automatic and instantaneous. “I love—fuck!”

  Teeth pierced her flesh, sinking deep into her shoulder and sending searing pain through her body. Agony wracked her for a moment, stealing her breath and all other sensation, overwhelming her with the sudden injury. But it didn’t stay painful for long. Her body knew better than her mind, the sensations transforming from agony to arousal and wanting.

  The orgasm she’d been chasing surged once more, pushing and pulling her to the precipice. Pleasure renewed and leapt beyond the pain of the mating bite and drew her onward toward release. The bubble of joy swelled and grew once again, stretching until it felt near to bursting and she held her breath as she waited. Waited to be flung off the cliff into a sea of ecstasy.

  Warren bit down harder and sucked on the mating bite, giving her more of that bone-melting bliss rather than the agony expected. The mating turned that soul-devouring hurt into the ultimate need and want and…

  And a kaleidoscope of sensation enveloped her. The growing bubble of joy exploded and stretched to consume her. The pleasure extended to consume every inch of her, expanding to infuse her body from head to toe. She lost all sense of control, her muscles twitching and contracting without thought or intent. The inexplicable bliss snatched her free will and she became a slave to the ecstasy.

  Her pussy milked Warren’s cock, caressing and stroking his length with her inner walls. Each ripple extended her release, drawing the pleasure out even more. She panted and moaned as the bliss washed away every thought, leaving her a mindless mess of uncontrollable joy.

  And amid the deliciousness, Warren found his own release. His hips twitched and pace stuttered, thrusts growing rougher for a moment as he chased his own orgasm and then he sealed their hips together. His thick cock pulsed inside her, a new heat bathing her slick channel, his cum coating her inner walls. He coated her in his scent, inside and out, and she’d never been happier or more at peace.

  They’d made love. He’d bitten her—claimed her. Now…

  He slowly withdrew his teeth from her flesh and lapped at her ragged flesh. One lick and then two before he whispered two words that she wanted to hear for eternity.

  “You’re mine.”

  Chapter Twenty

  The day couldn’t have been more fabulous. Not only was the sky blue, without a trace of rain clouds anywhere, the temperatures remained mild all day and the humidity was unusually low. Couldn’t ask for much more for a party in rural Georgia.

  More people than Persia could count milled about on the pack house lawn, chatting and laughing and generally having a great time. Pups, as she’d learned werewolf children were called, ran around like wild animals, even in their human form. A surprising number of adults semi-surrounded the pups, clearly wanting to keep them safe from the dangers her father had inflicted on them yet relaxed enough to let them still be kids.

  The party’s primary reason for being was to celebrate Levi’s clean bill of health. He’d mostly recovered from his gunshot wound, thanks to Trina’s ministrations and Dick McNish’s terrible aim. As Warren had suspected immediately, the wound was little more than superficial, but any gunshot wound
could be deadly, it seemed, even to werewolves. And the bullets didn’t even need to be made of silver!

  Zeke had acknowledged Levi’s sacrifice when he’d tried to protect Warren and Persia and had restored his status in the pack. He’d almost certainly never hold a position of power as he did when he was a member of the pack’s Ruling Circle, but at least he was no longer assigned to poop patrol in Wolf Woods. Hopefully no one would be since Persia had managed to snare that temporary injunction. Plus, she had more up her sleeve that Zeke wanted to keep under wraps for the moment.

  As she strolled through the crowd, meeting new people and greeting old friends alike, she felt more love than she ever had in her entire life. She’d felt unwanted and unloved most of the time, yet these people who barely knew her seemed to accept her without question since she and Warren had mated three nights before. No doubt about it, Persia finally felt like she’d found her place in the world. It almost made her sad, thinking about all the years she’d never known what happiness truly meant.

  As she stood chatting with Hux Davenport, his wife—scratch that… mate—Marsha and their son Little Hux, Warren’s head popped up above the sea of people. He waved and then disappeared. Soon he was by her side, slipping his hand into hers and listening intently as Little Hux prattled on endlessly about the puppy his daddy was going to get for him, and it was going to be just like Fang. Hearing her name, the little Pomeranian yipped from somewhere nearby, drawing chuckles from the little group.

  “Oh wow,” Warren looked over Persia’s head across the crowd.

  She turned and stood on her tiptoes, trying to see what had him so excited, but such was the life of a snack-sized gal. “What?”

  “It’s Chloe,” he smiled down at her.

  “Chloe? You mean that girl you used to have a big, fat crush on until you got a whiff of me?”

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed the tip of her nose with a smile. “That’s the one.”

  “I don’t have anything to be jealous about. Do I? Because this whole new wolfy thing has me feeling things in a much bigger way. Just give me some warning if I need to release my she-wolf so she can kick some ass.”

  She was only half-joking.

  Warren threw his head back and guffawed. “No, none at all. I had no idea what I was really feeling for Chloe. It certainly wasn’t anything compared to how I feel about you. Like, at all. You’re the only one for me, Persia.”

  A short redhead, escorted by a handsome tall man, made their way through the crowd until they found Warren. Persia gave in to a primal need to check out her competition, and one scan made her raise an eyebrow at her mate. She and this Chloe chick could have been sisters. Her mate certainly had a type. He simply smiled and slid the hand on her back low enough to caress her ass, which sent her into a tizzy of desire. Damn these unruly emotions of hers!

  “Warren!” Chloe cried, smiling up at him but not hugging him, as Persia might have expected.

  He tightened his grip on her ass, which only served to tighten her nipples in a most embarrassing way.

  “Chloe, it’s good to see you again. How are you, Drew?”

  Chloe’s mate stuck out his hand at Warren, which forced him to remove his from her butt. Oh well…

  “Good to see you, man. What’s new with you?”

  A smile lit up Warren’s face as he looked down at Persia. “I’d like you to meet my mate, Persia McNish.”

  “Persia Edgecomb,” she corrected, thrilled to have a new name.

  Chloe squealed in delight as Drew gave him a congratulatory slap on the back. Persia suddenly found herself in a tight hug with her supposed rival, draining any hint of jealousy out of her.

  “I knew it,” Chloe exclaimed in Persia’s ear. Thankfully she pulled away and grinned up at Warren before shouting. “I fucking knew it! See, I told you you’d find your mate one day.”

  “Hey there, sailor,” Val rushed up to her best friend since college and gave her a bear hug.

  “You must forgive my sister, Persia,” Zeke sidled up to Chloe and draped an arm over her shoulder. “She used to be a school teacher in Tremble and never uttered a single cuss word. Ever since Drew came along and lured her away from her family, she’s developed quite the potty mouth.”

  Chloe elbowed her brother in the ribs, drawing a dramatic “Oomph!”

  Fang growled at the “attack” on her alpha, earning amused chuckles from everyone except Little Hux. He hunkered down and played with the dog while the grown-ups chatted.

  “Ignore my dumb, big brother, Persia. I’m just so happy Warren was patient enough to wait for you.”

  “Patience is everything.” Drew pulled his mate into a side hug and gazed at her with the kind of devotion Persia had always envied. Until Warren had come along.

  “Speaking of patience,” Warren said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I hear you two are foster parents now?”

  “Yes,” Chloe glowed with happiness, “we’re fostering twin boys whose parents were killed in a car accident.”

  Warren blinked in surprise, and Chloe held up a hand. “I know. Ironic, right? But it really feels like fate that they ended up with us.”

  “Chloe’s such an incredible mother,” Drew gushed.

  “And you’re a terrific dad,” she replied. “We’re on track to legally adopt them, but there’s a lot of paperwork and hoops to jump though. It’ll be worth it in the long run though.”

  “Chloe!” cried a voice through the mass of bodies.

  Trina came bursting into their little group, a harried Max following closely behind. As everyone greeted one another, Warren pulled Persia in front of him, wrapping his arms around her waist and clasping them together. She settled her head against his chest and relaxed into his heartbeat.

  “So, when are you two going to start making a bunch of adorable rogue pups of your own?” Chloe asked Trina and Max with a wink.

  Trina quickly ducked her head and tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Max shot her a glance and then looked up at the sky, obviously avoiding everyone’s gaze. Chloe gasped and clapped her hands merrily.

  “Are you shitting me? This really is a day for celebrations. Isn’t it?”

  As they caught up, a line formed to greet the newest member of the pack—well, almost member. Persia found herself totally immersed in the warmth and connection they all seemed to share. The groups she’d become accustomed to over the years seemed to fracture or downright implode after a couple of weeks, but everyone in the Soren pack seemed to honestly care about each other’s happiness and well-being. Naturally, not everyone could be best friends, but they were more like a family. They may get under your skin now and then, but you were still willing to give up your life to save theirs.

  Even newbies related to their sworn enemy were treated like family. She lost count of how many pack members had thanked her for all the work she’d put in trying to save Wolf Woods. It was almost as if they sensed where her true loyalties lay, and considering her ridiculously heightened senses—some of which she still couldn’t control or decipher—they probably did.

  “So, what are your plans now that you’re chained to old Warren?” asked one of Val’s sentries with a teasing smirk.

  She couldn’t recall his name—Norman?—but he was easily identified by the faint pink circle smack in the middle of his forehead. With this group, the story of that circle was probably worth hearing and she made a mental note to ask Warren about it later.

  “I’ll have you know, Newman,” Warren spoke, reminding her of the man’s name and reminding Newman he was speaking to a mated female, “the NRC has already recruited my amazing mate as a legal consultant. She’s going to ensure all pack lands around the country are properly defined and deeded, so no one can ever dispute their territories and force them from their lands again.”

  Newman looked impressed. “Wow, big job.”

  “It’s not going to be easy,” she acknowledged, “and might mean traveling to other packs on occa
sion, but I’ll be damned if I watch anyone else try to do what my father’s been doing. It’ll probably take a few years, but it will be worth it in the long run.”

  Warren gazed down at her with pure adoration that set her heart fluttering. “Generations to come will have Persia to thank for protecting their lands.”

  Dusk had settled over the gathering and tiny twinkle lights decorated nearby trees, offering a touch of light and a festive atmosphere. Zeke stood on the porch and raised his hands. No need to shout or call everyone to attention because the simple gesture caught everyone’s attention. Even Persia felt a weird tug in her chest to look his way. Probably some shifter thing. She had so much to learn!

  “Listen up, party people! We are a very lucky pack. Our family is growing larger and stronger every day, and we have a number of people to thank for that. Namely, we have Persia McNish to thank. Don’t let her last name fool you. She has gone above and beyond to prove her loyalty to us. Using her passion and her legal expertise, she might just save Wolf Woods for good, and by extension, our pack lands, as well.”

  The whole crowd cheered, and Warren hugged Persia close as happy tears stung her eyes. But Zeke wasn’t finished yet.

  “But that’s not all she’s done for us,” he declared. “Persia is also moving forward with plans to have the state designate Wolf Woods as protected lands, so it will never be at risk again.”

  More cheers erupted through the crowd with all eyes on Persia, who blushed furiously and tried her hardest to hold herself together. All the warmth and affection being directed at her felt like a warm cocoon but sensing others’ emotions about her was still so new, it threatened to overwhelm her.

  “And just in case anyone was wondering, tonight Persia will officially become the Soren pack’s newest member when she accepts the loyalty vow.”

  Zeke joined everyone in applauding as he waved her up to the porch. Shyness had never been one of Persia’s finer qualities—or faults, depending how one looked at it—and it was in short supply that evening. Mostly because she was so freaking overjoyed to have finally found a family who cared about her and respected her. No one had given her a choice about her birth parents, but she sure as hell could choose her family now, and not a single question remained in her mind that the Soren pack was where she belonged.