Rapid Pulse: A Limited Edition Spicy Romance Collection
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She was stark naked, standing in the courtyard like a warrior goddess and all he wanted to do was push her back against the wall and fuck her till she screamed his name. He took a deep breath and tried to rein in his wolf, who was having trouble deciding whether to fight or bury himself between her thighs. Six years of torment and as he regarded the smooth globes of her breasts in the glow of the lamplight, he desired more than anything to sample the pink tipped peaks.
“Sage. Your dress,” Jess hurried forward, the black gown draped in her arms. Her eyes were wild and she pressed herself close to Carrick. “Where’s Reid?”
Thoughts from his second flashed through his mind the second he let his guard down. They had the abomination cornered. For now. But they would need Carrick soon.
“He and the others are holding him back. I have to go.” Carrick started to edge toward the fight but he felt a tug on his arm.
“Not yet.” Sage faced him, her eyes still bright green from the change. She held out her tattooed arm and lifted her chin. “He scarred me. I marked myself to keep him out of my head and out of my life. Pain. It kept me alive. But that’s not going to fix it. Not this time.”
“Michael? I thought it was Justin.” Carrick’s stomach clenched and rage slid through his system. His cock was very aware of the naked woman in front of him, the conflicting urge to fuck her and eviscerate the encroaching male made him pause.
Sage regarded the expectant faces of the pack, waiting and watching to see what their Alpha would do. She turned her eyes back toward him, heat smoldering in her gaze.
“The pack needs an Alpha Female.”
Her words went straight to his dick, the fabric of his tuxedo the only thing between him and his mate. His wolf howled and circled, giving voice to his excitement. His mate wanted him and he was more than willing to oblige her.
Stupid horny wolf.
His. Mate.
Fuck he couldn’t wait to sink into her.
“Baby, I don’t want to first time with you to be this quick.”
“I don’t think we have a choice.” Her eyebrow arched up, a determined expression on her face. “His bite is still on me. Until we mate, I’m marked—by him.”
Carrick snarled, an evil smile sliding across his face. “I don’t fucking think so. Jess, you go inside. Sage, you come with me.” He didn’t wait for a response. Carrick strode forward and took Sage by the hand, dragging her back into the alcove.
Chapter Six
Carrick released her hand and Sage skidded to a stop, her body colliding with his. He whirled on her, his expression taut with desire and anger. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Sage poked him in the chest with her finger and he took a step back. “I think we just established that it’s been six years. We may be mates, with that shifter voodoo insta-love thing, but there’s a whole lot about me you don’t know, buddy.”
The cat chuffed and spit, annoyed at their mate for being so dense.
“Such as?” His eyebrow shot up, a wry expression crossing his face.
Jesus, they so did not have time for this. The noise of the fight got closer and she tensed.
“Oh, I don’t know...maybe I don’t want to have the aborted mating marks of Justin’s last science experiment gone wrong. What do you think about that?”
Carrick stepped forward and tipped her chin up. “That fucker is a dead man walking. But first...”
A rush of warmth slid through her body at his touch and she was pretty sure, if she had been wearing panties they would have scorched right off her at the heat shining in his eyes. His wolf was on him and damn, that was hawt. Like...holy moly light one up and strike a match hawt.
Mmmmm.
And it was cold standing out here naked in the evening chill but he was going to warm her up.
Her cat definitely approved if the purring inside of her mind was any indication.
His lips captured hers, claiming her body and soul. The long, hard length of his erection pressed into her softness and she groaned into his mouth. Her core was molten and the need to be claimed by him a physical necessity.
She fumbled with his zipper, his cock springing free between their bodies.
“God, woman...”
Another scream and the sound of breaking glass met her ears. She turned in his arms and waggled her ass, giving him full view of her body. “You gonna make me wait?”
He was on her in seconds, his cock sliding beneath her ass cheeks. She bent over a little more. The velvet tip of him poised at her entrance.
“Now,” she hissed and drove back on him. She groaned as he filled her, his hardness sinking deep into the slippery confines of her pussy.
“I’m not going to be gentle.”
“Next time.” She brought his hand around her and pressed a kiss to his palm. “But now, I need you and the pack needs us.”
“I’m going to make your toes curl and I’m keeping you in bed for a week.” Carrick snaked his hand down the front of her body and found her clit. He pulled out and once more thrust his cock hard inside of her, the pulse of their energies swirling around them.
Her nipples were pinpoints of desire and when one of his hands brushed over her breasts, she jerked in his arms as the first edge of an orgasm slid through her body.
“Carrick...”
“I...Oh, God. Sage.” He buried his face in her hair and groaned, his hips pumping. The fabric of his tux rubbed against her ass and she wanted more than anything to feel his naked skin on her and to be able to take their time. Her fingers curled into the decorative brickwork of the alcove and she held on for dear life as his tempo increased, stroking her heat from without and within.
“Claim me...” she arched against him as another fission of energy moved between them.
“Mine.”
Sage threw back her head, her insides coiled and ready. Her own fangs descended, itching to bury themselves inside of his flesh. “Give me your bite.”
Carrick growled, his fangs breaking the unmarked skin of her shoulder. He bit down the pain zinged through her body, awakening her and making her long for more time in his arms. She came all over his dick, her pussy clenching as the sensation of a full mating sizzled along her skin. Sage cried out, sinking back into his arms. She raised his hand to her mouth and clamped down, her fangs breaking the skin of his hand. Carrick shuddered, his heat enveloped her inside and out as his seed bathed the inside of her womb.
The hold that had been over her for six years broke. Her mate still moved within her and her heart sang with the clarity of his senses as their bond solidified.
“Can you hear our pack? They know we mated.”
Carrick withdrew, placing a kiss on the bite mark. “I can.” He fixed himself and reached down for her discarded dress.
“Thank you.”
He helped her step into the black gown and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Are you ready?”
Sage grinned and suddenly wished she’d thought to call Mel. She was going to be so pissed she missed a good fight. “You bet.”
CARRICK LED HIS MATE out of the alcove and was relieved to not to see Jess anywhere in the vicinity. He told her to go inside and if she had a lick of sense, she would for once follow his orders. He was sated but the tension rolled through his body at the threat in their midst.
Why was he here tonight of all nights? Did the hybrid wolf come on his own accord? He doubted it. Michael was never a leader, but only a follower. Someone up high was pulling the strings and he was damned sure going to find out who.
A sharp cry echoed in the cool night air and then a roar. Sage cocked her head, her eyes narrowed.
“It’s Jess. He has her.” Sage gathered her skirts and took off running into the crowd.
“Sage! Get back here.” Carrick tore after her, his wolf chaffing to break free.
Soon.
Carrick stopped, ready to swing into action but instead found his little mate facing down a demon from her past.
Chapter Seven
She felt Carrick beside her, his calming force giving her the strength she needed. They were one. She didn’t have to do this herself. Not anymore.
The thought almost made her weak in the knees but she bit her lip to keep focused.
“Make me, bitch.”
Could she do that? Alone, she didn’t think so but as the Alpha Female she could give him a pretty good fight until the males stepped in. The creature was bound by no rules and the scars on her body proved that time and again. Every drop of ink that colored her arm was a reminder of what price she’d paid for living when everything inside of her wanted to die.
And it was fucking worth it. Every second.
“Oh...I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.”
Her awareness of the pack flickered in her peripheral vision. Female signatures burst hot with anger and she smiled, urging them forward.
Together.
We are one.
And they came. Female shifters in glittering gowns and older women dressed with immaculate care. Servants. Guests. A sea of faces. Black. White. Brown. Only one similarity spanned their group; the shuttered look in their eyes and the spark of injustice singed across their spirits. Michael and Justin had harmed so many and it was time to take back their lives.
Tell me.
Images flooded into Sage’s consciousness and she was nearly overwhelmed with emotion. Rage, anger, hope...they were all there. Human forms faded as their shift took over, a sea of wolves at the ready to fight for one of their own.
Only one woman remained. Jess.
“Shift,” Sage urged her. “He can’t hold you if you change.”
“I can’t.”
To save themselves they would save her. The first one lunged. And then another until Michael couldn’t battle them all. He struggled to grasp Jess’s hair as she knelt at Michael’s feet. Tears ran down her face, her fear and misery apparent. His hand slipped from her hair as an elder wolf snapped at him and three more took him to the ground.
Carrick joined her, slipping his hand in hers. He placed a kiss on her cheek.
He shifted, his body changing into the sleek wolf from her dreams and her hand rested on his lupine head. The wolf’s tongue lolled out, happy and he raced over to join in. Michael’s cries rang out in the courtyard and quickly morphed into bloodcurdling screams. The pack rushed in and Sage smiled at the peace knowing their enemy was dead at last.
There were many stories here and as she looked into the eyes of the women and men around her. They nodded and she returned the gesture. And she would learn them. Every one. But first there was Jess. Scared and battered, she dug her way out of the mass of wolves.
Reid stumbled forward, bloodied and torn, and rushed to her side. The male reached for her, tugging her into his embrace, shielding her with his body. She softened for a moment and stiffened against him.
“Off, wolf boy.”
Sage groaned. Her friend was in denial. “Here we go.”
Carrick loped back and joined her, a tender expression on his face. “Yep. But first we have some unfinished business.”
“We do, do we?”
“I owe you a week in bed and I’m going to do all kinds of wicking things to your body.” Carrick nuzzled her ear. A flush of warmth spiraled through her body and her pussy clenched.
“Wicked. I like the sound of that.” Sage turned in his arms and pressed her lips to his. “Only for you, baby. Only for you.”
The End
Part One of the Westmore Wolves
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Acknowledgements
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