by Ellis Leigh
“She’s had your balls for years,” Angelita said with a giggle.
“Truer words have never been spoken. We’ll give you two a few minutes while we wrangle some guards for a run. Holler if you need us, though.”
The second the door closed behind him, I grabbed Angelita and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. Licked between her lips and plunged my tongue in deep. She tasted sweet, like candy, and the feel of her skin touching mine sent rockets shooting up my spine. Every sense had increased with the addition of my wolf, every nerve overfiring and drowning me in feelings. But in that moment, with my mate’s body warming mine and her taste on my tongue, all that extra input seemed like a blessing. One I would never not be grateful for.
“God, I love you.” I bit her jaw, licking and sucking my way to her neck. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“Run first,” she said, moaning slightly, as if the idea of being around the Feral Breed Motorcycle Club sounded as frustrating to her as it did to me. “I want to see your wolf.”
“He wants to see you. So much.” I yanked her closer, lifting her so she straddled my lap. She took over from there, rocking her hips against mine, riding the ridge of my hard cock. “What happened to the run?”
“We’ll get there.” She rocked harder, pressing deeper as electricity raced through every cell within my body. I’d never felt anything like it, never been so close to losing control so soon.
I gripped her hips, my throaty growl puncturing the relative silence around us. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the whole idea.”
So I did. I came right there in my shorts with Angelita falling right along with me. Came with a groan that shook the bed and matched my mate’s. The pleasure detonated throughout my mind, rocking me to the very foundation of my being before building me back up. Angelita clung to me, arching and curling her body into mine. And when we finished, when the pulsing completion of our little bump and grind finally quieted, she kissed me, even biting my lip and growling under her breath.
She grabbed my face, holding me still. Looking into my eyes until I could feel her gaze. “So pink, huh?”
“Pink and purple, really. I don’t have a name for the color, but it’s yours. And your shape—a shadow of you.” I ran a finger over her cheek, unable not to touch her. “That’s what I can see.”
Angelita stiffened. “Is that okay? I mean…I didn’t expect you to see anything just because of the turning, but this…it’s sort of…”
“A blessing.” And I’d never think of it as anything less. I didn’t need the see the colors or shadows, not really. But I’d be grateful for them every time I got to let my eyes roam over my mate, no matter what sort of input came through. “Anytime I get to see even just the outline of your body is amazing.”
“So you want to see my body?” she asked, her voice teasing as hell.
I wasn’t in the mood to tease, though. I tangled my fingers in her hair so I could pull her back to my lips. My mouth. Sliding between her lips for more of her sweetness until she pushed me back.
“Fuchsia,” she said. Gasping. Wanting to go again. Wanting more. Fuck, I understood that so much.
But first… “What?”
“Bright pinkish-purple. Fuchsia is a name for that sort of color.”
“Huh.” I bit her jaw simply because I could. “Fuchsia it is, then, mate.”
She shivered, her hands gripping tight. Her body warming as I ran my teeth toward her ear. “We need to run.”
“We do, and then…” I licked up the length of her neck, letting my wolf come through. Letting him scent her, taste her. His throaty growl vibrated through my chest, making Angelita freeze.
“Julian?”
She had no reason to fear my wolf. “Run first, alone time later. Your smell, your taste, the way your body brushes mine… Everything feels just a little different, a little more intense. I want to test that in various positions to make sure I’m right.”
“That sounds like a lot of testing.”
I grinned and pulled her in for another kiss. “If it takes all night, I’ll get it done. You’d better not run too hard, Leelee. You’re going to need your energy.”
She hopped off the bed with a laugh, heading for the door. “Why don’t you go ahead and shift, Julian? I’ll get us outside.”
My wolf didn’t need to be told twice, and neither did I. He’d been patient…it was his turn to take over. I wasn’t sure what to expect—a need to search for him, a fight between us as he took control—but if there was supposed to be some learning curve to move from one form to another, we didn’t need it. One second, I sat on the bed in my human skin. The next, I stood on all fours, covered in fur and adjusting to wolf senses. His sight matched mine but had the brightness and detail level of my unconscious state. Scents, though…sounds. So much stronger, even more than I’d expected. Everything around me smelled like sex and our mate, something that made me whine. Made us want to roll around the mattress to make our fur carry that same scent. To let the other wolves know Angelita belonged to us. To stake our claim.
“C’mon, Julian.” Angelita sounded so happy, so relieved. It was a tone I wanted to hear for the rest of our lives. So I prodded at my wolf and made sure he understood—we had one job, and it started and ended with her. If his answering chuff was any indication, he was completely on board.
“Are you coming?” My girl had stepped outside, taking her fuchsia light with her. “I want to run with you. Just wait until you feel the earth under your paws.”
She wanted to run as wolves, so we would. Hell, we’d chase her all through the woods if that made her happy. Because at the end of the day, she’d given us so much more than we could ever repay her for. But we’d never stop trying.
So with a yip, we dove off the bed and raced outside. Chasing after the one woman we wanted to catch.
Following the fuchsia.
EPILOGUE
Six Months Later
Angelita
“Where do you want this?” Scarlett pointed to the box of research books one of the Feral Breed prospects carried, raising an eyebrow. “I bet they’re heavy. I mean, I’m not finding out because Shadow would kill me for picking that up in my delicate condition, but they seem heavy.”
She’d been using that “delicate condition” line since she found out she was pregnant three months ago. The next half a year was going to be long.
“You can put them here.” I grabbed the three laptops sitting on the walnut monstrosity we’d be calling a desk and moved them to a safer location so the prospect—Pup, of course, since every prospect carried that name until they’d earned their patch—lugged the box over.
Scarlett smiled at the prospect and directed him back downstairs before turning and inspecting the books. “Coding, electrical wiring, HVAC—these look like vocational school textbooks.”
“They are.”
“Why do you have them?”
“Because sometimes I need to be creative to find a way inside. Or don’t you remember that first job when you blew the power to the building for me?”
“Oh, right. Good times.” She shot me a wink, her red lips pulling up into a small smile. “Though from what I hear, finding a creative way inside is Julian’s skill.”
My cheeks burned, and I tried to shrug off her raised eyebrow. “We’re newly mated, and he’s still not always in control of his wolf.”
Both true, both probably affecting his sex drive. But really, I gave no fucks for how loud or rough or often we had sex. My mate had grown since his turning, adding a handful of inches and some serious pounds of solid muscle. Where wolves like Rebel, Bez, and Shadow tended to have a leaner frame, Julian bulked similar to Phoenix. He looked like some sort of body builder—not the scary ones, but the hot as fuck ones dropping pics on Instagram. Yeah. My man made women drool. Who could blame me for wanting to ride that at all hours of the day and night?
But apparently, our mating had become a problem when Rebel
and Charlotte no longer felt comfortable walking into their own garage, so we were in the process of moving both our home and our business.
That’s right—our business. Five item-recovery jobs booked and completed after that first bear shifter one, and we’d officially opened our doors to clients. Harley and Shiloh’s word-of-mouth campaign had definitely helped. We’d been busy retrieving items for bear-shifter clans and had four more cases waiting to be worked on. At that rate, I’d need to hire help soon just to keep up.
I still couldn’t get over the rush of pride when I thought of how much we’d accomplished already. Rebel had rented us a storefront on the corner of his denhouse in the city, and Beast had found us a townhouse for rent just a few blocks away. The setup seemed perfect—easy commute, a neighborhood we knew and loved, plus all the Feral Breed guys around to jump in if we needed backup. What more could I ask for?
Scarlett suddenly spun, staring out the door like a kid waiting for Santa Claus. “Ooh, I hear Shadow. Our mates must be back.”
Okay, I could always ask for more time with my mate. I set down the files I’d been about to put away and hurried to the front of the desk. “You should probably go meet him. Not that I’m kicking you out or anything.” I was totally kicking her out. Luckily, Scarlett never seemed to get offended when I dismissed her so I could get my mate alone.
“Subtle, kid. Real subtle.” She pinched my arm teasingly on her way toward the door. “I can take a hint, though. We’ll leave you and your boy toy alone for a bit. Pretty sure the prospects are tired of carrying your shit all across town anyway.”
Her words barely registered because at that moment, three men walked in the front door and strode down the hall toward us. Julian led the way, his dark sunglasses in place and his stride long. Heavy boots hit the wood floor in a rhythm I could feel in my soul, but when he took off his glasses and looked right at me? That thumping turned into a pulse I felt right between my legs. He still couldn’t truly see like before the accident that took his parents, but his vision had returned somewhat in the transition. Colors and shadows was how he explained it—fuchsia for me, specifically. However it manifested, he seemed happy with the change, and I definitely liked the way his eyes followed me whenever he was around. Especially in moments like right now. He’d been to the gym, then on a run with the guys, something they did daily to keep his wolf happy. The animal worked well with Julian but sometimes tried to overpower him when presented with something his animal instincts found appealing. Like food…or me.
And right now, I could see the hunger in Julian’s eyes, the need. His wolf was close to the surface, which called to mine. That animalistic edge also always led to great sex.
Game on.
“C’mon boys,” Scarlett said, intercepting the crew and directing Shadow and Rebel back toward the door. “Let’s leave these two alone so they can figure out what files go in which drawers.”
“Pretty sure they figured that out a while ago.” Rebel lifted a chin, smiling my way. “Come on over to the den when you’re ready for more help. I like to keep my prospects busy.”
I nodded but said nothing, too enraptured by the look on Julian’s face. Too aroused to deal with others. And when they shut the door behind them, leaving Julian and me alone, I took my chance.
Smiling, I hopped up onto the edge of the desk and crossed my legs. “Welcome to Feral Breed Bounty Hunters. How may I be of service?”
Julian quirked an eyebrow. “Are you offering to service me, mate?”
Fuck, those words should not have made me as wet as they did. Of course, it helped that Julian had reached the desk. He wasted no time grabbing my legs and spreading them around his thick thighs, opening me up for him. Dominating me in the best possible way.
I dragged a heel across his ass, pulling us tighter together. “I’m always offering.”
Rough hands stroked my thighs, warming me. He smelled like rain and forest as he leaned closer. Smelled like mine. “How do you want it?”
“Hard.” I grunted when he yanked me closer, his thick fingers already pulling on the edge of my panties. “And right here.”
“You want to christen our desk?”
“I want to remember you fucking me on this desk every time we’re quietly working across from one another.” I pushed him off me, just enough so I could roll over. So I could bend across the desk with my ass in the air. A position I knew would drive his wolf crazy, making Julian’s actions harsher, more aggressive. Hotter.
He didn’t disappoint. Callused hands tore my panties even before he flipped up the soft skirt I wore. So close to losing control. So close to simply taking what he wanted. But Julian always thought of me first—of my needs and desires. So instead of simply taking, he teased. Smacking my ass with his heavy hand, making me jump, making my pussy grow wetter with a sharp slice of pain that melted into pure pleasure.
“You like when I do that, mate?”
I loved it, but I didn’t need to tell him that. He knew. He always knew.
With a growl that had me shaking all over, Julian pressed a finger inside me, rumbling in his throat. “Fuck, you’re soaked already. I love that you’re always so wet for me.”
I grappled to hold on to the edge of the desk, lifting my hips for more. “Only for you.”
The growl he released almost drowned out the sound of him removing his belt and unzipping his jeans. I waited, knowing he’d grab his heavy cock and stroke it once, maybe twice, before lining himself up. Before nudging the thick head across my clit. Before thrusting home.
But he shocked me by leaning forward to kiss the back of my neck with a sweetness that stole my breath. “Love you, Leelee.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, tugging his arm around me. “Forever, Julian. We’re going to have the best forever.”
And it would be. He’d come through the turning safely and more in tune with his wolf than anyone Bez or Rebel had ever seen, we had a home, and our business of recovering things lost or stolen for whatever paranormals could pay the fee supported us. Julian would go back to school next semester, transferring to Wayne State to stay close. And me?
My love for Julian had turned me into a thief, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that fact. Together, we could do anything. Together, we’d finally get our happily ever after.
Also by Ellis Leigh
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Feral Breed Motorcycle Club
Wolf shifters, motorcycles, witches, and a threat lurking in the shadows.
Novels
Claiming His Fate
Claiming His Need
Claiming His Witch
Claiming His Beauty
Claiming His Fire
Claiming His Desire
Claiming Her Heart
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Collections
Claiming Their Forever: A Collection of Shorts
The Feral Breed: Volume One
The Feral Breed: Volume Two
The Feral Breed: The Complete Series
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Feral Breed Followings
Stand-alone stories of characters first met in the Feral Breed Motorcycle Club series. Featuring cage fighters, dragon shifters, second chances, and young love.
Claiming His Chance
Claiming His Prize
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The Gathering Tales
Come and enjoy tales from the biggest shifter event of the year as wolves from around the country fall in lust, in love, and in fate at The Gathering.
Killian and Lyra
Gideon and Kalie
Blasius, Dante, and Moira
Homecoming
Also available in one convenient anthology in both electronic and paperback formats.
The Gathering Tales
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The Devil’s Dires
There’s no escaping a Dire Wolf on the hunt…
Savage Surrender
Savage Sanctuary
Savage Seduction
Savage Silence
Savage Sacrifice
Savage Security (Coming Spring of 2018)
Savage Salvation (Coming Fall of 2018)
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Motor City Alien Mail Order Brides
Where the men aren’t human and the women are uninformed.
Cutlass
Hudson
Maverick
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Stand-Alone Romance
Bearly Dreaming: A Southern Shifters Worlds Novella
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Acknowledgments
This book was a long time coming. Three years, to be exact. From the time I wrote Claiming His Fate, I knew Julian would have his own story. But at the end of Claiming His Desire, he and Angelita were still just teenagers. Babies in my head. I needed to give them time to grow up and show me who they were inside. When I wrote Baby Mine, I realized it was close to time to revisit my young mates. It took me another year to wrap my head around their story and finish it. That was a long process, so I hope I gave them the story they deserved.
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It wouldn’t be a Feral Breed book without the input of my friend, my favorite bad influence, my editor, and my fellow Flavor Town member, Lisa Hollett. Thank you, Lisa, for always laughing at my pirate speak. You’re the only one who does.
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To the readers who hang out in my reader group. You ladies rock my socks off. Judy, Terry, Ingrid, Fran, Angi, Teri, Mary, Tonya, Karen, Felicia, Kimberly, Beth, Shelly, Jackie, Jennifer, Kim, Lisa, Donna, CJ, Jessie, Debby, and all the people I’m probably forgetting. Thank you all for sticking with me.
