by Renee Rose
She sucks in her breath and bites the bedspread, gathers it up in fists as I inch in.
“Good girl.”
“Yes!” she gasps.
I’m not sure what she’s saying yes to, but I take it as a sign that she’s okay and continue, sinking into her.
She’s tight, her heat wrapping my dick up like a fist. I won’t last long. There’s something so taboo, so fucking hot about punishing her this way. I want to pound into her and find my release, but I force myself to keep my movements slow and even.
I shove one hand under her hips and cup her mons. Her swollen, sopping pussy welcomes my fingers. I finger-fuck her with three, shoving my digits deep as my cock withdraws, alternating.
“Please, Carlos, please. Oh fates. Oh yes…” Her cries grow to a high-pitched squeal that never stops.
My breath grows jerky and I plow harder, doing my best to keep the thrusts straight and measured. My eyes roll back in my head, stars explode in my vision. I bury myself deep in her ass and come.
The minute I do, she comes, too, her internal muscles quaking around my fingers. “Carlos, Carlos, Carlos…”
“Keep saying my name, mi amor. I’m the only one who’s going to make you come.”
“Yes!” Another spasm of her pussy.
I bump her ass with a few short thrusts and drop my body over hers, kissing her neck. When our breaths slow, I ease out and roll to my side, wrapping her in my arms, her back to my front. “I love you, beautiful. Love you so much.”
She covers my hands with her smaller ones. “I love you, too, Carlos. How do you say it in Spanish?”
“Te quiero. Te adoro. Te amo.”
She gives a husky laugh that has my cock hardening again. “All of that. And more.”
~.~
Sedona
I stand by the entry to the terrace, my hand hooked around my dad’s elbow. The terrace has been transformed. The marble gleams, scrubbed clean of the blood from yesterday’s fight. Strings of lights twinkle from every banister, every tree. Round tables covered in white linen bedeck the space, and every seat is filled by the members of Carlos’ pack, and mine.
The scent of traditional foods fills the air and a long banquet table stands ready with heaps of savory meat, vegetables, fruits, and sweets. I can’t wait to try the chicken mole, which Carlos promises is the best in Mexico.
My body’s already recovered from Carlos’ delicious punishment this morning, but I feel fully claimed by him.
After we made love, he took me, Garrett, and my dad on a tour of the mountain, showing us its incredible beauty and riches and introducing us to his pack members.
My mother and Amber arrived at noon and spent this afternoon helping me prepare. Amber wove a string of seed pearls in with my hair, braiding a crown around the top of my head. The rest she curled into ringlets that hang down my back.
I miraculously fit into my mother’s wedding dress, a spaghetti strap white and silver gown with a V that plunges almost to my ass in the back and a more modest matching one pointing to my cleavage in front. Amber lent me a pair of silver strappy sandals. I feel like a princess about to become queen of a new kingdom.
The mariachi band finishes a beautiful ballad and everyone looks expectantly at Carlos, who has stepped to a raised dais in the center by the edge. He looks unbelievably handsome tonight in a tuxedo. He says something grand about me in Spanish. I don’t know the words he speaks, but the meaning isn’t lost because he stares at me with a reverence that sets my body vibrating.
His.
Every cell in my body knows it. I belong with him. To him.
He turns to the tables of Americans and says, “To say I am honored to take Sedona as my mate would be an understatement. She is my life, my light. The angel who helped me see the way to clear the oppression and corruption that’s plagued my pack. I will spend every day of our lives making up for the wrongs done to her here.” He makes a point of looking at my father, then my brother as he delivers this.
My father nods, as if he’s been waiting for this pronouncement, and he leads me in. We’re not having a real wedding ceremony the way some American wolves do. This is just a celebration of the mating that’s already taken place. Even so, Juanito, shined up in a suit, holds out a small jewelry box to Carlos and my mate takes out a ring which he slips on the tip of his index finger.
He only has eyes for me as I come toward him. My father stops in front of the raised platform and kisses my cheek. Carlos reaches for my face with both hands, and pulls my mouth up to his, slanting his lips over mine.
I moan softly into his mouth and he smiles against my lips. “I love you, my white wolf.” He picks up my hand and slides a slender gold band with three oval emeralds on my finger. “I’ll get you a real ring soon, but I wanted to give you something tonight. This was my grandmother’s.”
It’s loose, so I take it off and slide it on my middle finger, instead, where it fits.
He holds both my hands and gazes into my eyes. “Marry me.”
I laugh. “Again, I think the deed is already done. I’m wearing the ring.” I hold up my hand and wiggle my fingers.
He slides his nose over mine. “I want it all ways—legal marriage, family ceremony, moon-marked.”
I press my lips to his. “You have me. I’m in. I’m all in.”
Carlos grins and holds up our intertwined hands in a clear gesture of victory, turning to face the tables again. “I have found and claimed my mate. Please, let the feast begin!”
The mariachi strikes up and I lean into Carlos, soak up his presence, so solid and warm. So right.
“I love you, Carlos.” He already knows, but it feels important to say it now, in this moment.
He tips my face up and stares down at me without moving.
“What are you doing?”
“Memorizing this moment. I never want to forget how wonderful it feels to know you’re mine.”
I rise to my toes and stamp my lips over his. “I claim you back, black wolf. You’re as much mine as I am yours.”
A boyish grin spreads across his face. “Promise?”
THE END
Please enjoy this short excerpt from the next stand-alone book in the Bad Boy Alphas Series
Alpha’s Challenge - Excerpt
Foxfire
A small pop was my only warning before my soup exploded.
“Dammit.” I rip open the microwave door. Only half my tomato soup is left, and the inside of my microwave looks like a murder scene.
Good thing I already ordered a pizza.
With a sigh, I shut the door on the gruesome red spatter. My stomach’s gurgling like I haven’t eaten in a day. Maybe I haven’t. I barely know what day it is. Day Eight of the Break-up From Hell, and the only thing keeping me connected to the outside world is my best friend.
Speaking of best friends… I hit my one and only speed dial number. It goes straight to voicemail, catching me by surprise. Amber should be home, lying low after I rescued her from her own Date from Hell.
I give up the call and shoot off a text, Just ordered a pizza—come share half?
It’s probably too soon to mention her dating disaster. She’d only known the guy a few days, but he was her neighbor. Awkward. And yeah, he was hot, but since when does that give a guy an excuse to abandon a woman on the side of a mountain in the middle of a first date?
My ex is a jackhole, and even he wouldn’t do that.
Bring a picture of Garrett. I’ve got one of Benny, and a bunch of darts... I start to text, and delete it. Instead, I type, I’m giving up on men forever. Let’s get fat and adopt lots of cats.
There. That’ll make her laugh.
I pace around the house, noting piles of mail and take out detritus that appeared over the past few days. Since the break-up, I’ve been practically a shut in. Benny still hasn’t come by, even to pick up his stuff.
Not that I want him to. Rat bastard.
Amber still hasn’t texted me back. Weird. It’s six
p.m. on a Saturday night, but my best friend is usually home, alone. Like me.
Geez, we’re pathetic. Maybe we really should adopt some cats.
I text Amber again. Don’t adopt any cats without me.
My mom was right. Men suck. I’d be happy if I never saw another man for the rest of my life. Except the pizza delivery guy. I’ll make an exception for him.
When the doorbell rings, I dash out to the living room and open it, perhaps a wee bit too eager.
“What do I owe—” my voice dies. I look up. And up. And up some more.
Damn, this pizza delivery boy is tall. And stacked. Like “The Rock” or something. Six foot and then some, with shoulders almost too big for the door. Military buzz cut. Mirrored shades on his face... at dusk.
Hey big boy, my foxy bits purr. No! Bad Foxfire!
“Foxfire Hines?” He looks a bit disbelieving, like he can’t quite believe that’s my name. I get that a lot.
“My mother was a hippie,” I say.
“What?” His eyebrows shoot up over the shades.
“My name. It’s because... my mom. She thought it was pretty.”
“Your mom.”
“Yes.”
“So your name is really Foxfire.” He sounds almost resigned, like he can’t believe the turn his life has taken, to deliver him to my door. I understand. I’ve never pledged my undying lust to a pizza guy. Both of us are having a night of firsts.
“Were you waiting for me?” he asks.
“Uh yeah.“ Then it hits me, though the cloud of longing. What my brain was screaming over my libido. “Wait... where’s the pizza?”
~.~
Tank
Foxfire. Fucking ridiculous. The chick looks as crazy as her name. On paper, she’s okay. Graphic designer, good client list, pays her bills on time. Lives in a respectable adobe brick house near the University. So far, so good. In person, she’s a walking, talking freak show. Hair dyed in like a rainbow, something out of a cartoon. She’s also tiny, a petite pixie in short shorts and strappy tank. I could pick her up and hold her in my hand.
Oh and she’s stunning. Even with the clown hair.
This job’s either gonna be easy, or huge pain in my ass.
“Where’s the pizza?” she asks, peering around me. Before she can protest, I push inside, noting the explosion of papers on every surface, bean bag chairs on the floor, a few dream catchers in the windows and a lava lamp in the corner. The cartoon pixie lives in La La land.
“What are you doing?” She blinks at me, her starry eyes wide. Totally unafraid. A man twice her size just pushed into her house, and she’s asking about pizza. Most woman would be freaked.
Not this one.
Like I said, La La land.
“I need to talk to you,” I say.
“Okay,” she says, and adds in a hopeful tone, “Did you leave the pizza in the car?”
“No pizza. This is about Amber.”
“Amber?” Her head snaps back and she sucks in a breath.
“Miss Hines, you better sit down,” I say. To my surprise, she drops onto the only decent seat in the place, a battered couch. Responded to authority right away. If she was pack, I’d say she was a feisty, but submissive wolf.
Maybe this is going to easy.
“Is something wrong? Is Amber in trouble?”
“Not yet. Not if you cooperate.”
“What?” she whispers, the blood draining from her face. The scent of her fear fills the room, and my wolf raises his head. Because he fucking hates it.
It’s my turn to suck in a breath. My wolf never pays any attention to humans. Not even pretty females with freaky hair.
“I’m not here to hurt you.” Now why did I promise that? I’m supposed to be intimidating her. My job was to get in, see what this female knew, get her under control. Keep my pack safe. Easy. But now my wolf is all in a tizzy that we might be scaring her. Which is ridiculous. Since when did he care about a human’s feelings more than the safety of the pack?
“I’d like this to be quick and painless, but it’s up to you. Amber talked to you this afternoon. I need to know what she said.”
She stares at me.
“This will go easier if you do as I say,” I add.
Immediately her back stiffens. “Did you just threaten me?”
“Miss—”
“Did you hurt Amber? Where is she?” She’s on her feet now, voice rising to a shout. This five-foot nothing pixie acts like she’s going to challenge me. And my wolf… he thinks she’s even cuter when she’s mad.
“You better not have touched her, buddy,” Foxfire hisses. “I told that moron Garrett, and I’m telling you. When it comes to Amber, back off.”
She is challenging me. She also called my alpha a moron. She either is crazy, or suicidal.
“Miss Hines—”
“I meant it.” She pokes me in the stomach, and my dominant side surges. I catch her wrist and pull her forward, turning her at the last minute so she ends up tucked against me, back to my front, my body bent over hers and nose buried in her rainbow-colored hair. I catch the scent of her: strawberry shampoo, printer’s ink, a bit of hippie incense, and a wild smell that hovers out of reach, familiar, but not something I can place.
She struggles but she’s trapped, a slender armful curved in all the right places. My dick takes this unfortunate moment perk up.
“Let me tell you how this is going to go, sweetheart,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m going to ask the questions. You’re going to give me answers. And if you’re very, very good, you and your friend will be fine. Understand?”
“Let me go.” She rears up, stomping her feet on mine. Since mine are encased in biker boots, and hers are bare, it probably hurts her more than it hurts me. I lift her off her feet, and almost take a heel to my dick. I shift her to the side at the last moment, and her foot bounces off my thigh.
“Help, murder! Rape!” Foxfire shrieks. I clamp my hand over her mouth and she bites me. My wolf decides he’s in love.
In the next few seconds, we’re down on the floor, my hand still over her mouth, my body weight pinning her. An interesting position for doing all sorts of things, my wolf points out. My dick agrees.
I flip her so she’s facing me. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her scent’s filled with fear, but her eyes spit fire.
“That’s enough.” I force enough dominance in my tone to cow a whole pack of wolves. “Are you going to cooperate, or do I have to tie you up?”
She makes a noise against my palm that sounds a lot like fuck you. I’m about to tell her I’d love to oblige, when the doorbell rings. The goddam pizza is here.
Maybe this isn’t going to be so easy.
~.~
Alpha’s Challenge... coming November 2017!
Acknowledgements
Thank you to Aubrey Cara, Katherine Deane, Miranda, and Margarita for their beta reads!
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Alpha’s Temptation (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 1)
MINE TO PROTECT. MINE TO PUNISH. MINE.
I'm a lone wolf, and I like it that way. Banished from my birth pack after a bloodbath, I never wanted a mate.
Then I meet Kylie. My temptation. We're trapped in an elevator together, and her panic almost makes her pass out in my arms. She's strong, but broken. And she's hiding something.
My wolf wants to claim her. But she's human, and her delicate flesh won't survive a wolf's mark.
I'm too dangerous. I should stay away. But when I discover she's the hacker who nearly took down my company, I demand she submit to my punishment. And she will.
Kylie belongs to me.
Publisher's Note: Alpha's Temptation is a stand-alone book in the Bad Boy Alphas series. HEA guaranteed, no cheating. This book contains a hot, demanding alpha wolf with a penchant for protecting and dominating his female. If such material offends you, do not buy this book.
Alpha’s Danger (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 2)
; “YOU BROKE THE RULES, LITTLE HUMAN. I OWN YOU NOW.”
I am an alpha wolf, one of the youngest in the States. I can pick any she-wolf in the pack for a mate. So why am I sniffing around the sexy human attorney next door? The minute I catch Amber’s sweet scent, my wolf wants to claim her.
Hanging around is a bad idea, but I don’t play by the rules. Amber acts all prim and proper, but she has a secret, too. She may not want her psychic abilities, but they’re a gift.
I should let her go, but the way she fights me only makes me want her more. When she learns what I am, there’s no escape for her. She’s in my world, whether she likes it or not. I need her to use her gifts to help recover my missing sister—and I won’t take no for an answer.
She’s mine now.
About Renee Rose
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
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