Smiling at Stone, I don’t confirm or deny his suspicion. After my talk with the twins, I think some of what I said resonated with them, and they seemed to understand what they were doing wasn’t right. I don’t think that all of their inner bitch will ever be gone, but from what I’ve seen and seeing how they’ve treated me since that day, it’s been a good transition.
Stone leans down, kissing my belly before pushing my robe off me and kissing my naked breasts. I hum with desire as he licks my nipples, sending pleasure through me. I grip the long hair on the top of his head, pulling him to me and silently asking for more.
“You know I have to be gentle,” he whispers against the soft underside of my breast.
“Please, Stone. Just this once. Be rough with me. I need it.” There’s a slight whine to my voice, but I don’t care. He’s been so sweet and tender the past few months, and I need my hard fierce lover to come back to me.
Letting out a sigh, he stands up, stripping off his clothes and standing naked before me. His hard cock juts out and points right at me, as if it knows what I want.
I let out a little squeal as Stone grabs my ankles and pulls me to the side of the bed. He pulls my legs up, throwing them over his shoulder as he stands on the side of the bed and pushes his cock into me. His thickness stretches me so deliciously, and his first hard thrust makes me moan loudly. In this position, he gets to stand and doesn’t have to lean over my big belly. And this way, I can lie back and enjoy the ride while he pounds into me.
I look up at him and see him grit his teeth, fighting his wolf for dominance. My own animal comes forward. My bear is always with me now. She loves when Stone’s wolf comes out, the strong female needing his alpha wolf to tame her.
It doesn’t take many strokes before I’m clenching around Stone’s cock, my body always attuned to him. And as he whispers dirty words of love, I find myself climaxing again before he reaches his own peak.
He stays inside me, just enjoying the feel of my warmth wrapped around him while I enjoy his hardness. Neither of us want to separate from our intimate embrace.
“I love you, little cub,” he says as he kisses my toes.
“I love you, too, my alpha.”
The dark tattoos covering his body and his shaved hair make him look nearly menacing. But then my eyes travel to my name over his heart, and I see the true tender man inside. He’s my mate, and my alpha, and he will always protect me.
I smile as he thrusts into me again, knowing this is only the beginning.
THE END
GET YOUR SHIFT TOGETHER
From my friend, Ruby Dixon, the following is the first chapter of Does a Bear SHIFT in the Woods!
I’m a loner for a reason. I don’t have much in the way of social skills. I’d rather sit on my deck and watch the sunset than hit a tavern with coworkers. My idea of grooming is to trim my beard with a straight blade when it hits my collarbone. I can’t put two words together in the company of a pretty woman…and they don’t come much prettier than wolf-shifter Madison Thorne.
She’s everything I’m not—outgoing, easy on the eyes, and sweet. There’s no way I’m convincing her to come home with me. Fortunately I don’t have to. Maddie seems to like my gruff, unpolished self. At least, she likes me enough for one night.
The problem is getting her to stay forever.
Chapter 1
Maddie
“So you’re a wolf shifter, eh? What pack?” The man at the bar tries to give me an encouraging smile, but it just comes across as a bit smarmy.
Ugh. I toy with my drink, wondering if I have enough courage to blatantly get up and leave. It’d be rude as heck, and Pine Falls is a small town. I should probably just suck it up. “Is it obvious?”
“Scent,” he says, and taps his nose. Then he lazes back on the barstool, spreading his legs. “I’m kinda like the alpha in this area, you know.”
Kinda like? You either are or you aren’t. “Wow,” I murmur, pretending to be impressed. “I’m Thorne pack, out of Sacramento. You must be one of the Millers if you’re the local alpha.”
His face flushes. “Yuuup,” he says slowly and looks away, which tells me everything. He’s not a Miller, and he’s not an alpha. He’s just looking to score some fresh werewolf pussy.
Nice try, buddy.
“So what brings you here?” He waves at the bartender, indicating he wants his check. “Findin’ a mate?”
I frown at him. “No, of course not.”
“Uh huh.” He clearly doesn’t believe me.
“That’s really not it at all.” I play with my drink for a bit longer. It’s an unexciting screwdriver, but it’s also really hard for a bartender to mess those up, so they’re my go-to at a new place. “Wanted a change of pace. Saw someone advertising for a cottage rental in the area and I waited until I saw someone post a job in my wheelhouse—”
He stands up, cutting me off. “Well, good luck to you, honey. Maybe I’ll see you around.”