Fated For The Wolf: A Fertile Shapeshifter Romance (Werewolf's Harem Series Book 6)

by Vivian Wood

  “Ivy,” he said, reaching out to cover one of her hands with his. “That was only at the beginning, before I knew you. It’s not at all how I feel now. You understand that?”

  She shrugged a single shoulder, and it nearly broke him.

  “Ivy, you’re my mate,” he said, tugging at her fingers.

  She looked up at him, shock and denial written across her face.

  “But—” she started, but seemed unable to continue as tears filled her eyes.

  “I need something from you, too,” he said, squeezing her hand.

  “I’m so sorry!” she blurted out. “I didn’t mean to mislead you—”

  “That’s not— no. I need you to tell me that we’ll have time together. However long it is, I just need to know…”

  “Years. Fifteen, maybe. Maybe more,” she said, using her free hand to wipe at her tears. “I know it’s not enough…”

  “Ivy, you could tell me eighty years and I’d say it’s not enough,” Elijah said, reaching out to pull her closer.

  “I’d understand if you wanted to leave,” she said, turning her face away from him. “I lied to you, and I won’t… I won’t be around to see my children graduate, you know?”

  “I could never,” he uttered, cupping her chin and turning her face toward his. “I could never, never do that. I love you, Ivy.”

  Ivy’s face crumpled and she threw herself into his arms. A feeling of rightness bloomed in his chest as he held her and stroked her hair, his own eyes stinging a bit. He felt overwhelmed. Sad, elated, devastated, overjoyed. Up and down.

  When Ivy pulled back for a moment to look at him, he gave her a smile.

  “I love you too, Elijah,” she said.

  His smile widened to a grin, only to be stolen away when Ivy brushed her lips against his.

  Elijah grabbed Ivy and pulled her onto his lap, facing him to straddle his hips. He slipped his hands under her shirt and ran his calloused palms over the smooth skin of her hips and back. Ivy squealed at the chill of his touch, but when he swept his hands up to cup her breasts through her bra she moaned and arched into his touch.

  Ivy nipped his lower lip, eliciting a deep, rumbling growl from Elijah, his wolf making itself known. He pinched her nipples through her bra, hard. She gasped and brought her body flush against his.

  Elijah hissed when she rubbed her mound over his thickening cock, digging the fingers of one hand deep into the thick fall of her blonde hair. He tugged her head back, opening the creamy column of her neck to his teeth and tongue. He nipped and licked and sucked at her earlobe, neck, and nape until she writhed in his arms and cried out for mercy.

  “Eli, please,” Ivy pled. He loved the way she said his name, loved hearing her beg for more of him.

  “Get these off,” he ordered, stripping away her sweater and shirt, helping her pull off her thick wool leggings and panties at once. He unhooked and dispatched her bra, leaving her naked on his lap. When she tugged up the hem of his shirt he let her undress him. She lifted herself up, unbuttoning and pushing his jeans down and off with his help.

  His hands found her smooth, bare hips first, then slid up to trace the shape of her full, heavy breasts. Ivy rose up on her knees, arms above her head in a classic pinup pose, the very essence of a vixen.

  Elijah could barely breathe for wanting her, his cock throbbing insistently as he felt her soft warmth pressed against his aching body, watched the way she moved over him.

  He slid a hand between them, biting his lip to suppress a moan when he found her soaking wet slit. Ivy licked her lips and let out a soft gasp as his fingers brushed her slit, teasing her clit. He slid a two thick fingers into her tight channel, loving how wet and ready she was for him.

  “Ach, Ivy,” he murmured, withdrawing. He gripped her hip with one hand and his erection with the other, maneuvering her down until her wet heat met the pulsing crown of his cock.

  “Yes!” she cried. She pressed herself down, inch by tight, hot inch. He had to grit his teeth to keep from thrusting up at first, but he waited, knowing the reward would be sweet. Her hands came down to rest on his shoulders, fingers tightening on him. Ivy settled all the way down, taking him fully, making him groan.

  “Fuck, Ivy. Fuck me,” he hissed.

  He dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips, leaning back and letting her find her own pace. She raised and lowered herself, slowly at first, then faster as her juices made the movement slick and easy.

  Ivy moved on him, her tightness and warmth making him ache, making his balls draw up and tense with the need for release.

  Elijah’s gaze roved; he watched where they were joined, the way she pumped up and down and milked his cock. He watched her tits bounce as she moved, the sexiest thing he could imagine. And he watched her expression, eyes closed, head tilted backward, mouth open as she gasped and moaned with pleasure.

  Ivy was radiant, skin gleaming as she warmed in his arms, her exquisite bliss evident in every movement. Her innermost muscles tightened around him, her muscles slowing, and he could feel that she was close. Elijah slid his hands up, thumbs on her hip bones and fingers digging into her ass, and started helping her to move.

  “Elijah, Elijah,” she chanted as he started thrusting up into her, drawing her closer and closer to release. Ivy’s movements slowed as she came to the brink, and then she plummeted over the edge, shattering around him with a shudder, her velvet heat clenching and pulsing.

  For several long moments, Elijah thought he was dying. Ivy was enraptured, as beautiful as she’d ever been, and her body was too good. Too tight, too hot, too much.

  He was frozen in time, unable to move, unable to breathe. Ivy moved on him in slow motion, her nails scoring his back in her frantic euphoria. Then suddenly he was coming, everything tightening as his vision fled.

  Elijah arched up into her body, giving a ragged cry as he released deep pulses of seed into her, struggling for breath as he filled Ivy completely.

  He collapsed back on the couch, Ivy melting against him as if boneless. They rested like that, tangled up and sticky, their harshly-drawn breaths the only sounds in the house.

  Time passed, minutes or hours or eons, before Ivy finally stirred. She kissed him, a kiss that spoke volumes. Gratitude and desperation and hunger, all mingled with love and affection.

  “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?” she asked, more a statement than a question.

  Elijah returned her kiss and smiled, nodding.

  “Aye, I’d say we’ll make it.”

  “And you still want a baby with me?” she asked, less certain this time.

  Elijah looked at Ivy, all that blonde hair and bare skin and those big gray eyes. She might love him, but she still didn’t know that she could trust him to go any distance, that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. She would learn, and he’d start teaching her right now.

  “Ivy, you’re my mate. When you’re ready, we’ll tell everyone.”

  “Elijah, no. I can’t do that to you. Mates are for life, and I—”

  Elijah grabbed her hands and gave them a shake, stopping her words.

  “It’s already done, darlin’, and I wouldn’t do it any different. Not a bit. All that’s left to talk about is when and how we tell people about it, and how soon we can get you with child. You said before, we have no time to waste.”

  “With child,” she said, a soft smile forming on her lips. “I can’t wait.”

  “And you’re a lucky woman, because you don’t have to,” Elijah said.

  With that, he scooped her up, making Ivy laugh.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I heard you were in need of a child, and there’s only one way to do that,” he said. “And right now darlin’, I’m starting the rest of our lives.”

  Elijah carried her off to the bedroom, intent on doing just that.

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  Gavin

  Gavin Beran slowed his pace, looking at the fitness monitor strapped just below the wristwatch on his right arm. He’d made good time, running an eight-mile loop that showcased the best downtown Billings, Montana. He’d picked up running as a stress-relieving hobby in high school, and now at age thirty he was in fantastic shape. Not that Berserkers could really be in bad shape, of course. He’d never met a Berserker male under sixty that wasn’t tall, fit, and packed with muscle. It was just how werebears were formed, apparently.

  He paused before his condo building on North Broad street, hands on his knees as his breathing evened out. It was a perfect early May evening, nice enough that he might venture out to the new craft beer bar down the street, the one with the great patio and huge selection of beers. Maybe he’d even find one of those sexy human waitresses to take home. That redhead that had caught his eye last time, the one who’d flirted with him for so long that he’d gotten piss-drunk and ended up staggering the ten blocks back to his apartment to sleep it off alone.

  Entering the quiet marble-floored lobby of his building, he skipped the elevator and took the stairs up three flights to his fourth-floor home. The condo was just blocks from the office where Gavin worked, and the view wasn’t half bad. Not that downtown Billings had much of a skyline, of course.

  The second he was in the door of his condo, he heard his phone ringing. The landline phone, the one he really only had for two reasons: in case of tornadoes, when cell phone towers might be in peril, and for his mother, who liked to leave long messages on his outdated answering machine. She hated the advent of cell phones, bemoaning caller ID and the fact that none of her six sons ever answered their devices, no matter how mobile. So on, so forth.

  Gavin heard the garbled tone of his own recorded voice followed by a long beep, and as he hit the kitchen he listened for his mother’s message.

  “Gavin,” came a deep voice. Gavin started; it was not his mother, but his father. He couldn’t remember the last time his father had called him, if ever.

  “Gavin, I expect you to return my call within the hour,” his father snapped. Then the line disconnected.

  Brows rising, Gavin walked over to the phone. Picking it up, he dialed his parents’ number.

  “Berans’,” his father growled.

  “It’s Gavin.”

  His father paused for a long moment, a kind of hesitation that Gavin had perhaps never witnessed from the man.

  “We need a family meeting. Get everyone here this weekend,” his father said.

  “Is everything okay? Is Ma okay?”

  “Just do what I say, son.”

  “Is this about that mating thing you were explaining a few weeks ago?” Gavin asked, unable to keep his curiosity in check.

  “I didn’t call you for a bunch of bullshit and questions.”

  “That’s only four days of notice, sir,” Gavin said, choosing his words with care. His father’s bear was always close to the surface, ready to rise and shred anyone who didn’t immediately comply to his every demand. Berserker Alphas were all that way, and even in that company Josiah Beran was exceptionally ill-tempered.

  “Anyone who doesn’t come is cut from the clan,” his father said.

  Gavin paused. Their Berserker clan, several thousand werebears all living within a few hundred miles of Montana, owned one of only six remaining Berserker Refuges. Fifty square miles of rolling Montana hills and valleys, run by Berserkers, protected by wilderness preserve laws, and hidden from human knowledge and interference. It was one of the few places where Berserkers could truly be free and open about their nature and existence.

  Being cut from the clan meant never seeing the Montana Refuge again, something even the wildest of his brothers would take seriously.

  “Alright,” Gavin agreed at last. “I was already planning to come home and help Ma in the barn.”

  “You’re the only one I wasn’t worried about,” Josiah grumbled. “Goodbye.”

  With a
click, his father hung up. Gavin stared at the phone in his hand for a long moment, anger flaring inside him. Of course his father expected his compliance. Gavin was the dutiful son, the one who came home every other weekend, the one who kept the peace between his father and… well, everyone else in the world.

  Putting the phone back in its cradle, Gavin sighed. He’d shower first, maybe have some dinner before he tackled the duty of calling one of his brothers. The Berans did everything by making a phone tree, passing a message along one by one so that no one had the burden of giving out all the news.

  Dragging his tired legs toward the shower, Gavin tried to decide which brother he should call first. The answer came to him immediately, though he didn’t much like it. Better to get it over with, he supposed.

  Wyatt

  Wyatt Beran bit his lip to hold back a groan as the blonde kneeling before him finally parted her lips and let his thick cock slide into the warmth of her mouth. She sucked him deep, bringing the throbbing head of his cock into the tightness of her throat.

  He leaned back in the black leather booth, spreading his knees wider as the music pounded a persistent beat. When a few gawkers wandered into the semi-private back room, probably looking for their own hookup spot, Wyatt merely ignored them at first. He thrust a hand into the long blonde tresses of the petite woman who was servicing him, gripping her hair and guiding her to move just the way he liked.

  The three bystanders, two girls and a guy, gaped at him as he stared right back at them. He pressed the girl’s head down, shivering when she moaned around his cock. The girl’s hands fluttered up to grip the tops of his thighs and she sucked him harder, making his hips buck. She’d teased him for half an hour before finally getting to the good stuff, and now Wyatt was balancing on the high wire, holding back his load.