Diamond Moon (Black Hills Wolves Book 12)
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He stood and pulled her up with him. “Now strip.”
“Oh, you think?” she teased then yipped when he gave her ass a playful squeeze.
“I know. Besides, you’re shivering.” He pointed at the living room. “Go warm yourself by the fireplace. I’ll get coffee.”
“Well, okay then. You know I can’t resist caffeinated warmth.”
She was naked and rotating in front of the fire like some catch of the day on a spit when Ross joined her with two mugs of coffee. To her delight, he’d shed his wet clothes in the kitchen and stood naked before her, his erection pointing straight at her. Her mouth watered at the sight.
He held out a cup to her. “Drink.”
“Oh, I will, my Wolf.” She clutched the mug and set it on the stone hearth. She loved how his brows rose when she collected his mug and placed it there, too. Loved how he watched her with rapt attention as she trailed one fingertip down his smooth chest, over the ridges in his abdomen, the muscles twitching under her touch. His hips jerked as she neared the big prize. She touched the tip, smoothing the drops of precum over the silken head.
She licked her lips. “Ross?”
His gaze shot from her busy finger to her lips and down again. “Yeah, baby?”
She waited until he looked into her eyes. “I’m very thirsty.”
She sank to her knees and slid him into her mouth. He groaned long and low, hands fisted at his sides. She worked him slow and shallow then cupped his balls and sucked him deeper, faster, sending him into a frenzy. His breathing grew uneven and his hips jerked once, twice. His whole body shuddered and quaked as he came in her mouth. She sucked every last drop from his throbbing cock.
He caressed her hair with shaking hands. “Fuck. Moonbeam.”
She released his length with one parting kiss. His knees wobbled, and she looked up at him, feeling wicked and ready for more. “That’s the plan, my Wolf.”
He let out a hoarse laugh and pulled her to standing, planting kisses on her forehead, cheeks, nose, mouth. “You’re insatiable.”
She snickered. “Right back at you, my sexy man cookie.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Did you just call me a cookie?”
She shrugged. “Well, you’re tasty. A little bit spicy. A little bit sweet.”
“I am not sweet.”
She stroked his cock. “Spoken like a true hunk of dominant man.”
He snorted and collected her cup. “Here. Drink.”
“Bossy Dominant.” She sipped then coughed at the unexpected burn of alcohol.
He thumped her between her shoulder blades. “Whiskey. Hot toddy is the perfect remedy on a stormy night.”
She cleared her throat and took another, slower sip. Warmth spread through her torso. “Not the only perfect remedy.”
She sashayed to the front window to watch the storm, aware of his heated gaze following the sway of her ass. She put a little extra swagger in her walk, grinning when his hungry growl reverberated in the room. Good. She hungered, too, and he was right—her appetite for him would never end.
She treasured every moment they spent together, sexual or not. Some of her favorites included Ross introducing her to the community, taking her to happy hour at Gee’s bar where they ate fried pickles and drank local beer, hiking in the mountains sometimes with the Carson kids tagging along, and best of all? Working in his family business. With Ross spending more and more of his time building homes for pack members in the area, his brother Evan was thrilled to have her on the software team.
Happiness watered her eyes. Fresh out of grad school and she’d found a community to call home, a good man to share her life with, and computer work she loved. All thanks to her shifting problem and her father leaving her a note. A note leading her to Ross, the man who’d ultimately saved her life, in more ways than one.
Ross’s warm body slid up behind hers, pressing close. “You’ve gone awfully quiet, Darci. You okay?”
She pulled a long drink from her hot toddy. “Yes. It’s just….”
He plucked the mug from her and set it on the floor then framed her face with his big hands. “Just what, baby?” He nuzzled her nose with his, threatening to derail her train of thought with his tender gesture.
She stared up at him, at the look of utter adoration in his warm brown eyes. “I’m so happy.”
He collected the tear escaping from the corner of her eye. “Happy tears?”
She sniffed. “Yes, my Wolf. Happy tears.”
He searched her face for a long moment then leaned down and bestowed the gentlest of kisses on her parted lips. “I know what else would make you happy.” He backed her against the window. The hail pelted the glass, vibrating her body through the cool barrier.
“Oh? What?” She pulled his hands from her face, moving them down to her breasts.
His eyes darkened with passion. “This. Always this.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue while his fingers tweaked and tormented her other.
“Yes. That. More.” She squirmed in delight, caught between his hot body and the cold glass. Her passion billowed outward as overwhelming as a tsunami and she clutched his shoulders, nails digging in, making him grunt.
“I love it when I reduce you to monosyllables.” He lifted one of her legs, securing it around his hip. “Now, tell me you’re mine, all mine,” he demanded, grinding his cock against her wet mound.
“I’m yours, Ross. Always.”
He positioned his cock at her entrance, pushed just the head inside. “More. Give it all to me, Moonbeam.” He trapped her hands above her head with one big hand, the other caressing her bent leg then squeezing her ass.
He made her so wet, so needy, so willing to give him everything. “I love you, Ross.” She tossed his words at him. “You’re mine. All mine.”
His smoldering look and totally male smile of satisfaction about made her come on the spot. “Then I suppose we’ll be getting married sooner rather than later.”
She blinked and gaped. “Wait, what? Oh….” Words failed her as he shoved all the way inside and pumped fast and hard, tangling her tongue even as her mind raced. Did he just propose? Oh yes, yes he did.
She tried to speak but he bombarded her with sensation from his cock pistoning inside her, his mouth nibbling her neck, his hand working her ass. He changed his angle. The new way he hit her clit spun her onto the fast track to orgasm.
“You heard me, Darci Diamond. Now, say yes.” He pumped into her fast, faster still.
Her climax came on just as hard and fast, and she screamed his name. Screamed her truth. “Yes, Ross. Yes!”
~A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR~
Hello Dear Readers,
Thank you for venturing into the world of the Black Hills Wolves to meet my hero and heroine, Ross and Darci. I hope you enjoy their love journey as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Love,
Celia
http://www.celiabreslin.com
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Tempting the Wolf by Lia Davis
Chapter One
The calm before all hell breaks loose. The halls of the Rapid City Regional Hospital ER were empty and too quiet. The tension in the still air put Bastian on edge. A whisper of unease teased his senses as he stopped in front of the nurses’ station. The sense that the hushed, clean ER was about to change washed over him.
You’re being paranoid, Bas.
His grandmother had always said he possessed an “open soul.” Whatever the hell that meant. Sure he had an empathic sense, but he cared for others. It made him a great doctor. She hadn’t been the most stable person, but Bastian loved her anyway.
When he met the serious gaze of the RN on the other side of the counter, his earlier awareness was confirmed. Anger, sadness, and anxiety drifted from the nurse as she hung up the phone and hurried around the counter wall. “Rescue is bringing in a sixteen-year-old male with a GSW to the abdomen.”
Gunshot
wound.
Heart hammering, Bastian quickened his steps as he followed two other nurses as they darted into the closest room, preparing it for the teen. He washed up and had one glove on when the EMTs wheeled a gurney with the victim into the room. Blood soaked his blue T-shirt and the sheets covering him.
Instinct and years of medical training kicked in. Bastian rushed to the boy’s side, checking vitals as the paramedics briefed him. “Gunshot wound to the abdomen. Blood pressure is one twenty-five over ninety and pulse is one hundred, five beats per minute, but he’s been unconscious the whole trip over.”
Giving a short nod, Bastian gripped one side of the sheet the kid lay on and helped the EMT lift him to the bed. One nurse drew blood while another cut the teen’s shirt open. Bastian cursed at the sight of the angry, bloody bullet hole. The entry wound was smaller than he expected, as if the boy had started to heal. The long hours had finally caught up with him because people didn’t heal that fast. “Prep him for surgery, now.”
A moment later, a dark-haired woman stormed into the room. The door slammed against the wall as she headed straight for their trauma bay. Her bright blue glare fixed on the boy, and her lips were set in a thin line.
Annoyed, Bastian stepped in front of her. “Miss, you can’t be in here until I remove the bullet from his stomach.”
She faced him and narrowed her eyes. He swore he saw a slight color shift before she glanced away. “He’s my son, and he can’t be here.”
Forcing himself to calm down, he held her narrowed-eyed glare. “I’m afraid your son may need surgery.”
“He can’t stay here,” she repeated, shaking her head and darting her gaze to the door.
“Your son has been shot.” He kept his tone low. “I can have a nurse show you to the waiting area.”
The muscles in her temples flexed as if she clenched her jaw. She glanced around, fixing a stare on the few people within listening distance, then returned her gaze on him. The blue in her gaze brightened slightly, confirming his earlier thought of seeing them change. What the hell? The double doors to the ER opened, drawing his attention to a large man stalking down the hall, ignoring the staff as they tried to stop him. When the kid’s mother turned to glare at the newcomer, Bastian swore her pupils reflected the lights.
The man had dark brown hair, a shade lighter than the woman’s, and he stood at least three inches taller than Bastian. His navy-blue eyes narrowed on Bastian as he spoke to the woman. “Alanna, grab the kid and let’s go.”
“I ran into a situation.” She spoke through her teeth as she locked gazes with Bastian.
The man leaned in and whispered something into her ear. She shook her head. “Can’t.”
“Damn it, Alanna. I’m going to get Cody.”
When he stepped around her, she blocked him and placed a hand on his chest. “Go wait for me in the truck.”
They stared at each other for several long moments, and Bastian wondered what the deal was with the two of them. He shook his head. Not my business. “Look. Both of you can have a seat in the waiting room. I’ll come out as soon as I have word on your son’s condition.”
The man glanced from him to Alanna and smirked. “I’ll be out in the truck. You two have fun.”
“Cody comes with us. You will allow me to take him and won’t remember we were here.”
Enough with the shit already. He stepped into her space to stand almost nose-to-nose with her. “This is my ER tonight and my rules. I will operate on the kid and will not allow him to die on my watch. Are we clear?”
One side of her full lips lifted. “Oh, I’m starting to see things much clearer. I do apologize for this.”
Before he could ask for what, she slammed her palm to his forehead and everything went dark.
***
“Fuck. Fuck. Shit.” Alanna paced the small living room of the cabin she owned about a mile outside Los Lobos—the run-down town where her pack lived. She’d kidnapped a human and put him out, something she hadn’t done in years. The doctor was supposed to be among those she mind-wiped like she did all the others in the ER, but she couldn’t penetrate his thoughts to erase she and Cody from his memories.
However, the snatch and grab was only half of her problems. The male’s scent called to her Wolf, setting the animal on alert. Damn. The last thing she needed was a mate. Especially a human mate.
“So, why can’t you clear his memory?”
“I don’t know,” she lied, not wanting to have this conversation or any other with her brother right then.
“How long will he be out?”
“Not sure.” And she wasn’t. She hadn’t used her ability to put anyone to sleep since she tried it on her stepfather. At the age of twelve, she hadn’t realized how much her emotions affected her telepathic gift. God, she hoped she didn’t kill the human.
“Look, I think we need to call Drew and see if he knows anyone who can cut that bullet out of Cody.” Brock shifted nervously from foot to foot. “Then we need to figure out what to do with the human.”
Alanna whirled around and faced Brock, a low growl escaping her throat. “No one touches the human. I’ll talk to Drew when I’m ready.”
If she was lucky, she wouldn’t have to mention any of it her Alpha. Fuck. How did shit get so screwed up? “Can’t you force the change and let his Wolf heal him?”
Brock folded his arms and shook his head. “No. The bullet needs to be removed first.”
“I was afraid of that. Look, can you go to town and get some supplies? I’m going to have the doctor remove the bullet.” Turning to the sofa where Brock had laid the doctor, she watched his chest rise and fall in slow waves. He was a handsome man with short light brown hair and his wired-frame glasses.
When he stood in front of her at the hospital, she’d noticed his broad shoulders and strong arms under the white coat. Sighing, she knelt down beside the couch and touched his forehead and concentrated on waking him. His body heat seeped into her skin, sending tingles of electric current up her arm. She ignored them.
He wasn’t her mate. Couldn’t be.
He was human.
“Doctor, wake up.” She frowned at how lame that sounded. The ability to control minds had always been wiping and replacing memories. The whole putting people out of business wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal. Yet, she possessed the gift. She’d done it one other time to her abusive stepfather. He never woke up.
The doctor’s lashes fluttered opened, and his pale green gaze met hers.
She offered him a weak smile. “Hi.”
His brows drew together, and he pushed himself up to a seated position, pressing his hand to his head as if he had a headache. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
She stood and walked to stand near the entrance of the hallway, but didn’t answer his question. Guilt tightened her chest at the idea of causing him discomfort. “Would you like some tea? It could help ease the headache.”
He snapped his gaze to hers. “Just water.”
She studied him for several moments before walking over to a small cooler and pulling out a bottle of water. After tossing it to him, she returned to her post by the hallway, listening for Cody. “It’s unopened.”
Glancing at the bottle, he twisted the cap off and took a drink. “What’s your name?”
“Alanna,” she whispered.
“I’m Bastian.”
“I know. I looked at your ID.”
The scent of annoyance reached out to her Wolf senses, but she didn’t allow it to affect her. “I need you to remove the bullet from Cody.”
His green gaze darkened and narrowed on her, his scent intensified. “I was going to do that at the hospital. In a sterile environment.”
“I just need you to fix him. Okay?”
“Then what? I leave.”
She glanced down the hall again. “No, I can’t let you leave.”
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapt
er Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
~A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR~
Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
~A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR~