Seducing the Schoolmarm

by Mahalia Levey

  Amber eyes glowed as he stood and wiped the corners of his mouth. “So fucking delicious. So fucking mine.”

  Adrie swallowed hard, her hands shook as she unbuckled his pants and freed his cock. “Fuck me, Ravage. Hard.”

  “You won’t get a chance to back down, love. Not tonight. It’s been four long nights since I’ve fucked this tight pussy.”

  His words made her knees buckle. Fueled her need. The way he regarded her sent her pulse skyrocketing. One touch and she’d come apart again in his arms. Ravage lifted her legs around his waist, propping her back against the wall. He lined his cock up with her entrance and slid inside, in a solid, slow thrust.

  “Breathe,” Ravage commanded, and she complied.

  Underneath her hands, the muscles of his back and shoulders flexed with each drive and plunge into her. He went so deep she couldn’t process thought, forgot to hold her grip, and lost balance.

  “I got you, love. Trust and believe you’re not going anywhere.” His strong arms kept her in place.

  Her back thumped a sexy cadence against the wall. Wetness dripped from her thighs, covering him, falling to the ground below them. She’d never been so wet in her life. The added thrill of being out in the open, so close to the single dominants made her crazy horny. Howls echoed in the distance, closing in.

  Ravage pounded into her so hard she thought she’d crack into billions of pieces. Delicious friction of his chest and her silk shirt against her nipples elicited a scream of unadulterated pleasure. Her pussy quivered around his thick girth, the beginning burn building inside her, the slow pulsating beat hitting a fever pitch. She found purchase, sinking her nails into his shoulders, attempting to dislodge herself from his particular gift of branding.

  “You going somewhere, love?” He bent forward, sucked her nipple into his mouth. The heat of his mouth and barrier between them caused an explosion.

  Adrie came hard. Her cunt gripped his dick in a death hold. Barely in control, Ravage faced off with her. His hands shifted into claws under her thighs, renting of the wall behind her back.

  “Mate. Now.” His amber eyes glowed, nose flared. Power crackled around them as the full moon rose. Ravage’s body shook, but his discipline shone through. He dropped her legs. “Get off me. Walk away slow but don’t run, Adrie. I can’t control the drive to claim.”

  She slid her hands into his hair, breathing in his intoxicating scent. Deep down she didn’t want him to control the beast. “Unleash your Wolf.” She slid her hand up his thighs to cup his balls and thick cock. “Ready. Set. Go.”

  She disengaged, punched past him in a full out run, stripping her clothes off in the dark. Her senses heightened. A growl tore through the moonlit night as her mate gave chase. His perusal caused her heart to skitter and attention to falter, not knowing how fast he’d close in on her. She’d seen his speed and knew he toyed with her to give a fair advantage, to employ a round of mind-fuck foreplay, loving the hunt.

  Her mate, a tracker, had the upper hand, even as she jumped into the creek and hid behind a pair of boulders. The big, sexy hunk didn’t even try to mask his approach. Sticks and twigs snapped, alerting her to his close proximity. Adrie inched around the enormous rock, sniffing for his scent. Ears back, she ran into the dense foliage, hoping the long, full branches bearing spring’s fruit would conceal her.

  Bam.

  A ball of pure muscle rammed into her, knocking her on the ground. Ravage’s black hide melded into the night. She hadn’t seen him lying in wait for her, the perfect setup, the perfect ambush. Teeth nipped at her neck. She moved her wiry body to wriggle from underneath him to no avail. Maximum pressure held her down, teeth dug into her neck. Surrendering, she bared her neck in submission, accompanied by a whine from her Wolf.

  Intelligent eyes peered down at her. He bit hard again, pushing her to rise up from the wet ground to cover her from behind. Tail lifted in anticipation, she let out a feminine howl as he mounted her, taking what was his by right. Sealing their fate for life. As his semen flooded her womb, he nipped her neck in a loving gesture. Adrie shifted alongside him.

  Ravage brushed her hair from her face and kissed her lips. Crawling over his body, she slid on top. In the moonlight, she let go of her fears and inhibitions and welcomed him into her body for a slow languorous ride. His tan skin a contrast to her paleness, she leaned her hands on his chest and threw her head back as her orgasm washed over her.

  Ravenous as never before, she needed…more. Ravage supplied that need. Let her have her turn. Long sighs turned for gasps of air, heavy panting, and a screeching keen. He dragged his finger along her clit as she rode his dick, stilling to torture him the way he did her.

  “Fuck, Adrie.”

  She worked him over, rotated her hips, gyrated against his pelvis, rose up to his tip, and enclosed her hand around his base as she shallow-fucked him. Amber eyes sparked at her. In her mind, she heard his molars grind together.

  Ravage’s strong hands bit into her delicate skin. He rubbed her ass cheek then followed up with a punishing slap. The ripple caused her cunt to cream. He wound up and repeated on her other side, stealing control from her.

  “Fucking love you, woman, but shit you try a man’s patience.” Flipping them over, he braced her on the blanket of leaves.

  Adrie lifted her legs onto his shoulders, the angle of his plunge creating delightful shivers down her spine and through her entire body, awakening nerve endings she didn’t know she possessed. “You’re killing me.”

  “Now ya know how it feels, beautiful. That slow ride almost killed me. But damn, you’re flexible.” He leaned over on his hands and kissed her lips.

  She dropped her legs down so she could rake her hands up and down his chest. “Yoga does wonders.”

  “Hells, yeah.”

  Being the recipient of her mate’s intensity left her on the razor’s edge of control. She couldn’t hide. He’d peeled back every layer, leaving her under him, vulnerable. Instead of lording his power over her, he loved her with a sweet tenderness the opposite of his earlier savage regard. His slow and steady pace brought her to the brink. His breathing hastened. Together, they skyrocketed over the edge. Afterward, sweet kisses along her neck and face melted her already taken heart.

  “I love you, Rav. I think I fell in love the first time I heard your voice on the phone.” Tears filled Adrie’s eyes.

  “Same here, but…definitely first glance sealed your fate.” He nipped her neck. “Let me get you home.”

  “Shh. Let’s stargaze for a while first.” She tucked her body into his as they lay on the leaves “Bet you didn’t have this view in the city.”

  “No. Lots of pollution but never this. Being home is nice.” He kissed her shoulder.

  “Gonna ever tell me where you went?”

  “I was on pack business, then personal you know, the fight.”

  “Hmm.”

  “You’re not gonna let up are you?” He sighed. “Afterward, I met with my agent and cancelled the rest of my fighting contracts. After a long, long drive and time to think, I decided I was done. I paid the fines to get out and plan on opening a gym and fight club here. I have plenty of brothers to spar with now.”

  “Oh, no. But you love to fight.” Secretly thrilled, she didn’t want to seem over enthused at his decision.

  “I love you more.”

  Moved, Adrie couldn’t formulate a response, so she leaned over and kissed him. Naked as the day born, they lay staring at each other and the sky, basking in their strengthened bond. She closed her eyes for a moment. Just to get a smidge of wanted relaxation outside in nature.

  “Beautiful, wake up.”

  She grumbled and turned into his body heat. “Shh, it’s not morning yet.”

  “It is morning.” Ravage brushed a kiss on her lips and slid his palms over her breasts, squeezing them gently. “We fell asleep.”

  Adrie sighed and sat up, the bright sun blinding her. She turned to him. “I’m late for school.”
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br />   In a rush, she stood and clothed herself with magic. Ravage did the same. He took her hand in his as they strolled from the woods back toward Gee’s Bar.

  Pack protectors doing their rounds chuckled.

  With a frown, she turned to her mate. “What’s so funny?”

  “Nice singing voice, bro,” one of the protectors called. “They passed your video town wide. Don’t think we’ll let you live this down anytime soon. Adrie, you got some leaves in your hair and dirt on your face.”

  Groaning, she wiped her face with Ravage’s shirt. She stopped. “Pluck them out.”

  Ravage waved to the guards on duty and sunk his fingers into her tresses, shaking the debris free. “All good now.”

  “God, I feel like a teen. This is a total walk of shame, you know. Everyone can see how you ravaged me out here last night.”

  “Of course. I’m your mate, and I have a name to live up to.” He winked.

  She rolled her eyes. “Way to be a macho man.”

  They passed Gee’s Bar and did a double take. A new sign hung on the side. “In Mating Heat? Find a Tree. No Fucking on the Side of the Building. Rubber bullets will be shot at those not in compliance.” In the light, she could see the many, many dents, missing pieces of wood, and gouges.

  “Told you we weren’t the only ones who favored fucking against the back wall.” Ravage smirked in his sexy infuriating male way.

  “They know you banged me on the side of the building. I’m the schoolteacher. I have a respectable position to uphold. I can’t be…a bang the woman on the wall type of woman.”

  “Oh, calm down, love. You still have a respectable position. Now it’s common knowledge the schoolmarm has been properly seduced. I’ve done my job well.” He puffed out his chest, and she pinched his nipple.

  They reached the school in record time to find it closed for the week and Caress out in the garden. “Where are all the kids?”

  “I sent everyone home for a week vacation. Jemmalou, Luck, Myanna, and Carter are helping me finish the garden. It’s fully planted, and we’re moistening the ground. You have a house to move, new sister. Welcome to the fam.”

  Adrie blinked. “I what?”

  “Beautiful, did you think we’d live in separate residences?”

  “Oh. I guess not.” I’m truly mated to Ravage. Forever. A thrill wound through her. “Okay. I have some packing to do.”

  Ravage grinned. “I’m down to help with the packing.” He grabbed her ass.

  “You’re not packing your dick in me. We’re packing my belongings to move to your house.” She slapped his hand away.

  “Can’t blame a man for trying.”

  She sighed. “We are going to have some ground rules established.”

  Ravage snorted at her and cupped her ass. “Whatever you say, beautiful. Breaking them has always been a way of life.”

  Adrie allowed her man lead her home for packing. As they walked, she eyed his muscular body, desire pooling between her thighs. On second thought, maybe I will let him pack me full of his cock. Compromise. What better way to start a mated life?

  ~A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR~

  Readers,

  Thanks for purchasing this book from the vendor you chose. I absolutely love writing paranormal romance and diving into a world of shifters. This book is particularly special to me. I’ve had these characters in my head for quite some time and never had an opportunity to plot out their story. Black Hills Wolves made this possible. Through this publisher calling I found a way to bring them to life. I hope you enjoy the Galveston siblings. Look for more coming soon to BHW. Happy Reading!

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  Naming His Mate by M. Limoges

  Chapter One

  Mike Hadley adjusted his gun holstered on the belt at his waist and tugged his jacket over the weapon, concealing it from clear view. There wasn’t any doubt he’d incite a riot if he walked inside with his piece visible.

  Coming here, to this place in the middle of nowhere, shouldn’t have troubled him. He’d stepped into shittier, more unstable situations than this hole-in-the-wall bar, but damn if a thread of apprehension didn’t prickle the length of his spine as he stood outside of the entrance. One small detail kept him from strolling into the establishment like he owned the place, and he sincerely hoped that minor detail stayed home tonight.

  He rolled his neck from side to side in a bid to loosen the tension in his shoulders. With an air of confidence he didn’t quite feel, he pulled open the heavy steel door and strode inside the Den.

  Thirty seconds was all it took for activity to grind to a screeching halt. The drawl of a country ballad playing on the music box in the far corner thumped through the stifling air. Weighted stare after weighted stare met his gaze head on as he scanned the bar’s occupants. Their open hostility battered at his senses.

  He wasn’t welcome. That much was apparent, but he would deal with it. Despite a bar full of unfriendly locals, the absence of one in particular shaved off a degree of his unease.

  Of course, his anxiety hardly mattered. As sheriff of the small town of Collins, South Dakota, it was his job to investigate a rash of disappearances over the last several weeks. Unfortunately, the trail had led him to the neighboring, inhospitable town and people of Los Lobos.

  Collins’ residents had learned years ago they wouldn’t receive a kind welcome from the little settlement. Most went out of their way to avoid it altogether, which wasn’t hard since Los Lobos had no key access route from the main highway.

  Mike tipped his hat in a semblance of greeting and ignored the crowd’s glares as he moved toward the bar. It surprised him how easy the throng of men and women parted, allowing him an unimpeded path. When he reached the bar, he slid onto a stool and placed his forearms on the wood-grained countertop.

  Mirrors ran the length of the bar, giving him an unobstructed view of the patrons behind him and the exit on his right. He might have projected a carefree air, but the truth was his nerves were as strained as the wire of a hooked fishing line. Surely everyone in the bar perceived that as well.

  In front of him, a bulky Native American man stood opposite the polished counter with his arms crossed over his chest. Sizing up his opponent, Mike reasoned he could take the big bastard, but he sincerely doubted his capability to fight an entire bar full of people with much success. Yeah, just as well. He had no desire to leave battered and bruised. In fact, he’d rather get this shit over with so he could go home, period.

  “A cold beer would be great.”

  The bartender’s dark-brown gaze narrowed a fraction. After a minute-long staring match, he reached beneath the counter, raked through a chest of ice, and lifted out a bottle. Twisting off the cap, he plunked the drink in the center of the bar between them, all but daring Mike to grab it.

  However, he had no such compunction whatsoever. He hefted the bottle to his lips and downed half the contents then burped in appreciation. “Man, I’ve needed that all day.”

  For a second, he swore the bartender’s lips twitched, but his pinpointed stare never wavered.

  “I suppose this makes more sense.”

  He had to strain to hear the low rumble of the barkeep’s voice. “What does?”

  The large man lifted a shoulder. “Nothing.”

  As Mike drank his beer, he watched as the patrons slowly slipped into a normal rhythm, continuing a steady clamor of conversation and activity. While they might exude indifference, he wasn’t fooled. They were aware of his every move, just as he was theirs.

  “So….” He leaned against the counter. “If you haven’t guessed, this is a business call.”

  The bartender snorted. “Figured as much.”

  “I just have a few questions then I’ll be on my way.” He extended his hand for a shake. “I’m Mike Hadley, sheriff over in Collins.”

  The large man glanced down at the offering with an impassive expression. Jus
t when he concluded the bartender wouldn’t accept, the Native American grasped his hand with a firm shake.

  “The name’s Gee.” He released Mike’s hand and leaned forward. “How about you just ask your questions then be on your way, all right?”

  Fair enough. “I’m looking for a few men from Collins who’ve gone missing in the area.”

  “Let me save you the breath.” Gee shook his head. “Not a soul has passed through here lately.”

  “Figured as much.” He fed the man his own words. “You sure about that?”

  “Positive.” A hard glint entered Gee’s gaze. “Our town’s tucked away from everything. We don’t get a lot of visitors through here, and if you haven’t guessed, we prefer it that way, Sheriff.”

  “Yeah, I sort of gathered that.” It was obvious this was going nowhere fast.

  Rather than push his luck, he slid off the barstool and downed the last swallow of his beer. He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and dug out a ten and one of his business cards, placing the items in the center of the bar between them.

  “If you have any information, give me a call, eh?”

  Gee made no move to pick up the card. Instead, he grabbed the ten then the empty bottle, tossing it in the trash feet away with a clatter. Slipping the cash in his pocket, he tipped his head and moved on to the next patron at the bar.

  Well, that could’ve gone worse. To hell with it, he would try again tomorrow. However, it would require an entirely different approach. Tonight though, he was damn tired and in need of sleep. He veered around people, making his way toward the exit. With one last look over his shoulder, he pushed open the door and slammed into a solid force.

  He glanced around in surprise at the sizeable man blocking the exit. Anger simmered in the man’s narrowed, emerald gaze. Beneath a neatly trimmed beard, a muscle ticked along his jaw.