Code Wolf: A Macconwood Pack Novel (The Macconwood Pack Series Book 3)
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She looked so damn cute standing there biting her lower lip the Wolf inside of him wanted to take over and nibble on the plump little tidbit himself, but Randall reigned him in. Mine.
“I’ve never been so positive about anything. You and Danny are my life. I love you, Tulla mine, love you till there’s not a breath left in my body and possibly even longer than that.”
“And you won’t ever get tired of us?”
“Never, how could you say that?”
“And you’ll never get tired of this?” She stepped back form him and pushed the straps of the flowy, yellow sundress she was wearing off her shoulders. The material made a swoosh sound as it landed in a soft pile at her feet.
Randall’s arousal was instantaneous. His bulging erection obvious in the thin black shorts he usually wore around the house. His wife’s breasts were full and ripe, he growled deep in his throat as his gaze swept past them, down the curves of her waist and the flow of her hips. His attention was brought to a certain little kitty demanding attention and he grinned that wicked grin he reserved for the nights she wore the special little swatch of purple cotton just for him.
“Well?” she asked bringing her hands up to caress herself from the tips of her breasts to that sweet juncture between her thighs that he couldn’t wait to taste.
“Tulla! Come here,” he advanced when she backed up a step, her left hand going under the elastic band of her panties.
“I’m waiting for an answer,” she pulled her finger back out and ran it up her belly, over her nipple, and into her mouth. Randall felt his cock throb in his pants. Fuuuck meee.
“I’ll never ever get tired of you, that is a fucking promise! Now come here, baby,” he reached for her again, but her eyes held a mischievous gleam.
“I think we need a bigger swear jar.” She winked and turned around giving him room to chase her as well as a tantalizing view of her supple ass as it bounced with every step.
Randall let her think she was getting away, then he chased her down. He feasted on her sweetness before entering her from behind, her breasts filled his hands as the woman herself filled his heart. Hours later they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, so spent he wasn’t sure where one began and the other ended.
“Tulla?”
“Mm?”
“I love you.”
“Mm. Show me.”
“Now?”
“Yes, please.”
“Yes ma’am.” And he did. Every day of the rest of their lives.
The end.
About the Author
C.D. Gorri earned her Bachelor’s Degree in English Literature from Montclair State University. She lives in her home state of New Jersey with her family.
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Excerpt of Charley’s Christmas Wolf:
PROLOGUE
St. Lucia’s Day – December 12th
He circled the woods once more. His black coat gleamed in the silver moonlight as powerful legs carried him quickly through the frozen terrain. The battle was finished. Another few months of peace and prosperity won together with his allies. All it cost was the blood and sweat of his Pack.
He thought of the young Wolf who had asked for his help. She was tenacious and brave. This was the first time in a hundred years such alliances had been made. He knew he had made the right decision for his Pack. The only way to go into the future was to move forward.
Wasn’t that what his father had always said? He tasted blood on the air and tensed. Some of it he recognized. It belonged to his Wolves. But they were whole. That was all that mattered.
The black Wolf reached out with his mind and felt his Packmates’ injuries. No casualties. The bloodstained ice that covered the forest floor and the sulfuric stink of dark magic invaded his nostrils.
He snarled and quickened his pace. For a moment or two the Dark Witches had almost had them. But they had triumphed. The others were gone. Only his Pack remained. They waited for him. Their Alpha.
He slowed down as he entered the wooded enclosure. Pride vibrated in his very being. These Wolves were brave, fierce, and loyal.
As his Guard moved to flank him, Rafe Maccon threw back his head and loosed an ear piercing howl. It spoke of loss, of triumph, of the end of an era and the start of a new one. This had been his last battle as a warrior.
The time had come for him to fully assume his rightful position as Pack Alpha. His father’s death years ago should have triggered that leap in his status, but he had denied his birthright for as long as he could. He had chosen to fight with his Wolves instead. But the time had come for him to lead them.
According to the local White Witches of the Coven Realta, the prophecy had already begun. He and his Wolves needed to ready themselves for whatever came next. He signaled to his Beta and like always, he immediately understood what was needed of him.
Rafe watched him leave with a few select Wolves then he surveyed his Packmates. They stood in front of him, each one muscular and strong with varying shades of fur ranging from palest white, tawnies, reds, and browns to his own midnight black coat. One by one, they lowered themselves on their haunches, lupine heads bowed. He had earned their respect before, but tonight he had gained their undying trust. Now, he had to keep it.
CHAPTER 1
Thunder clapped overhead. A mix of hail and rain began to pour from the quickly darkening skies. The street lights flickered and the tiny overhead shelter at the bus stop gave no protection whatsoever from Mother Nature’s latest onslaught.
“Not now! Come on!,” Charley cried.
She huddled into the thick pink cardigan she wore over her one good dress. It was a wool blend which was bound to get ruined in this weather. She had instantly fallen in love with the way it alternately hugged and flowed around her curvaceous body. She especially loved the scalloped hemline.
It reminded her of classic movie stars like Hepburn and Taylor. She used to watch them all the time with her grandfather. She smiled as she looked down at the outfit. The pale ivory suited her dark eyes and hair. The weather was bound to ruin it. And on her meager salary it would be months before she could replace it.
She looked down at her matching heels and stomped her foot as puddles began to form on the uneven concrete sidewalk. Great! That�
�s just perfect! It just wasn’t her day, or her year for that matter.
It was almost Christmas and the nutty weather still hadn’t made up its mind what season it was. One day it was in the 90s and the next the thermometer had dropped to the low 30s. The past few months had been very unusual for the typically predictable New Jersey climate. Charley didn’t know what to make of it.
She was sure it was because of the holes in the Ozone or global warming, melting snowcaps, and the cattle crisis. Every newsfeed had someone to blame, but not much was being done about finding a solution. She shook her head, thoughts like that were better off left to scientists and people who could actually make a difference.
Charley was just trying to make it through a date. Well, a blind date that she didn’t even want to go on. And she was already late for it because her boss at Junior’s Famous Italian Deli, the third “Junior” as it were, just had to make her clean all the slicing machines and the display cases twice that day!
Not to mention he had her mop the entire floor, flip the chairs, hose down all the rubber mats, secure the freezers and refrigerators, and lastly, Windex the tall storefront windows inside and out! Ugh. Only then did he let her leave. And the rat hadn’t even paid her.
The deli would be closed for the next six weeks. Junior and his family would be in Italy to oversee maintenance work on his family’s villa. Wasn’t that nice for him? Charley had to bite her tongue all day from telling her boss what she really thought of her forced, not to mention unpaid, vacation.
She barely had enough time to get to her apartment, shower, and change before the bus was scheduled to arrive. Dinner had better be worth it!
A black van pulled over across the street and idled. Lucky bastard! Charley sighed as she gave it a brief look. The van had tinted windows and chrome finishes. From where she stood, the engine purred.
Not the usual racket from the delivery vans she dealt with at the deli. Too nice for this neighborhood, she thought. Heat probably works too.
She tried not to stare at the driver. From what she could see, he was huge and rough looking. And boy, was he looking at her. Pervert! Yeah, have a good look, buddy! She thought as she tugged her sweater closer to her body.
She tried in vain to cover her ample assets. No doubt they were clearly revealed through her soaked dress. The bus stop provided very little protection indeed. She turned her head towards the street, as if just looking could somehow make her bus appear. No such luck.
The van remained across the street unmoving, creepy driver and all. Charley shuddered. There was no traffic, foot or car, on the usually crowded Jersey City intersection. It was cold, wet, and dark and she was all alone.
She dug in her purse for her cell phone just as lightening lit up the sky. It was followed by the booming sound of thunder and Charley practically jumped out of her shoes.
The distraction was enough that she didn’t see the van pop a u-ey and pull to a stop right alongside her. She didn’t hear the door open or see the man with the blonde spiked hair exit the vehicle.
He moved faster than any man should be able to and grabbed her from behind. Charley’s heart pounded as a huge hand clamped down tightly over her mouth. She struggled and tried to scream. Cold fear ran down her spine as he dragged her to the now open side door.
“Sorry about this,” a deep voice said and he scooped her up and sat down with her on his lap. She tried squirming, but arms like iron held her still.
“Why this one? I thought the blonde was better?,” said a rough voice to her right. She struggled to turn her head, but got nowhere.
“No way, dude, he doesn’t even like blondes. Not since Stephie. You remember her, that blonde viper was a backstabbing little bit-,” said another male voice coming from the front seat.
“Shut up guys! Okay hon, I’m going to take my hand off your mouth and we’re going to ask some questions, alright? Nod if you understand.”
Charley nodded. She was scared out of her mind, but she wouldn’t go down quietly. She waited for him to release her. As soon as he lifted his hand she opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could. She threw her head back directly into the nose of her captor.
“Shit! I’m bleeding! Hold her, dammit! No, don’t hurt her, get the rag! The rag! Shit!”
Charley dove for the door handle, but the stupid thing was locked. She fumbled for a second, but it was too late. Large hands grabbed her and before she knew it she was in a grip even stronger than before. Angry tears streamed down her face.
“Let go of me, you perverts! Let me go!!”
She continued to try and twist out of her captor’s grasp, just then one of them held a rag over her nose and mouth. Then it was goodbye, Charley. Literally.
Some time later.
“Dude, look!”
“Get ready.”
“Hey, she’s coming around.”