Shades of Pink

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  Doug looked at her, eyes almost wild with need. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you with the zipper.”

  “You won’t.”

  “But you’re…” She gestured at his erection. It wasn’t her first time with a man but it was the first time she had undressed one, the first time she had been completely in control. The few times she had found herself in bed with a man it had been in the dark and unsatisfying. A fumbling, messy event, every time. She realized now it was because she was meant for Doug and Doug alone.

  He stared at her for a moment. “Can I take them off for you?”

  Mac hesitated then scooted a few feet back. “Please.”

  Doug was on his feet in a flash and she flinched. He offered her a soft apology, hands on the zipper. When she nodded, eyes locked on his hands, he decided to take his time. He grasped his belt buckle and slowly pulled the belt out of the loops. He coiled it up and set it on her coffee table. Only then did he ease the zipper down. The soft rasp of the teeth unlocking seemed to last for hours. The parting denim revealed the dark blue elastic and dark blue cotton of his boxer briefs. He considered taking off the jeans and then the briefs but in the end he hooked his thumbs into both and pushed them down his legs.

  When Doug leaned over to push the clothing past his knees, Mac kissed him. They stayed in the tableau of the kiss for a long, happy moment before she broke it. “Sit again, please.” She gasped when he straightened up again and his erection bobbed then jutted out in front of him. It was about seven inches long and she guessed five or six inches around. His arousal glistened on the tip and the foreskin was pulled back a little to reveal a dark red head. His sac hung heavy and full below. Mac licked her lips.

  Doug stood there for a minute longer than necessary, absurdly pleased with the reaction of his woman. He didn’t think of himself as particularly impressive that way but as she looked at him with such hunger he felt like a porn star. He sat down and waited to see what she would do.

  Mac grabbed the top of his socks and pulled. They got hung up on his heels so she grabbed a double handful of both waistbands and yanked them down his legs and over his feet, dragging his socks with them. She tossed the clothing to one side and stared at him. He was breathtaking and she just wanted to touch him. She slid her hands up his legs as she came closer. She used her entire hand to feel him. The artist in her was painting him in her memory. She stroked up his shins, over his knees and around his thighs until finally, she was at that most sensitive spot on him.

  Doug froze, watching her with heavy lidded eyes. He was on fire with need. He felt like he was burning from the inside out and he just wanted to sink deep into her. No, he didn’t. Suddenly he changed his mind. He didn’t want to just ravage her, he wanted to worship her. He abruptly had the patience to wait for her to make the move that would give him permission.

  Mac tasted him. She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and licked the precum off the tip. It took all of Doug’s control to keep from exploding off the couch at the sensation. Mac savoured the taste, something she had never liked before then used her hands to stroke and pet him; she used her fingernails on all the veins and moved the foreskin up and down, a move that made him growl and twitch violently. She tested the weight of his balls in her palm and rolled them about. She scratched the taint, something that had him gasping and spreading his thighs wider. His reaction made her wonder something but she decided to leave it for another time.

  Only after she had felt and looked at every inch of him did she move to take him in her mouth. Mac started by licking him slowly from base to tip. She traced every vein with the tip of her tongue and then used the flat of it to lick him like a popsicle. Her grip tightened as she took a breath and steeled herself. Finally, she wrapped her lips around the head—and was gratified at the response.

  Doug groaned, long and loud. Her mouth was hot and wet and when she applied gentle sucking his back arched. It was excruciating how slowly she took him deeper in her mouth and he wanted to tangle her hair up in his fingers and show her how deep she could go. His hips bucked before he could stop them.

  Mac stopped and pulled back. She licked around the crown and lifted her eyes to his. “Show me.”

  “Oh Gods, Mac, really?” His fingers twitched.

  “Yes. Show me. Show me what you like.”

  His voice was hoarse as he gave her orders. “Kneel up and lean over me more. Grip the base tightly and please, let me touch you.”

  Mac’s voice was an almost inaudible whisper. “Touch me.”

  Doug immediately shoved his fingers into her hair. He was gentle as he guided her mouth back to him. She accepted him into her mouth again and he moved her head up and down. “Curl your tongue to cradle me, slide it back and forth.” When she did as she was told, he groaned again, ending with a soft growl. He angled her head so that the sensitive tip rubbed on the roof of her mouth. He held her still and moved his hips, sliding between her lips, going a little deeper with each stroke.

  She gagged and jerked backwards, drool slid down his cock and down her chin. “I… I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay. We can change the angle and try again if you want.”

  Mac shook her head. Suddenly she wanted her skin against his. His hands in her hair made her want them everywhere. “I want you to touch me.” She backed up a couple feet again and watched him, fearful, hopeful and aroused all at the same time.

  The frustration that had spiked when she shook her head died and in its place a need flared up and burned bright. “Are you sure?” His breath came out on a sigh. When she nodded he was on his feet in the blink of an eye. He looked down at her and then held out a hand. When she put her hand in his he smiled and pulled her to her feet.

  Doug traced the shape of her face and put both hands on her cheeks, fingers splayed, thumbs on her cheekbones. He tipped her head back and kissed her. His hands slid down her arms and he moaned into her mouth at the silky feel of her skin. He reached for the hem of her shirt and started to lift. He was pleased when she lifted her arms and he broke the kiss only to remove the thin material and toss it to the side.

  When he stepped back a half a step to look at her, Mac took a deep breath. She too had her scars. One was above her right kidney but the largest was the one that worried her the most. She thought that with Doug it might not matter but she couldn’t be sure. Mac really, really wanted to know so she stepped back and took another breath.

  Mac shook her head when Doug lifted a hand to her to pull her closer. “I have to show you something.” She reached back and unclasped her bra. With one hand she held it in place and with the other she moved the straps off her shoulders. “A few years ago I was attacked by a Tiger and he took a chunk of me away. It never healed properly.” She closed her eyes and dropped her hands and bra.

  Doug sucked in a breath of shock and her head fell in dismay. She lifted her arms and covered herself again. “No baby, please. Let me see you. Thank you for trusting me enough.” As Mac’s arms slowly returned to her sides Doug moved close and he dropped to his knees in front of her and looked at the scar closely. Almost half of the underside of her breast was missing and the scar was jagged and deep. And it didn’t deter from her looks at all, as far as he was concerned. He wrapped his arm around her waist and with the other hand he stroked first the damaged flesh and then the healthy. “You are perfect,” he said.

  When Mac started crying, he stood again and scooped her into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed and stretched out beside her, leaving the light on. He kissed her and held her, doing his best to comfort something he didn’t understand. Those intentions changed when she wrapped her hand around his cock and said, “Love me.”

  “I do,” he murmured. He kissed her mouth, nibbled on her collarbone and kissed his way over her ribcage to the unscarred breast. He licked and nibbled and nuzzled the flesh. He flicked his tongue over her nipple then sucked it into his mouth holding her down when she
came up off the bed.

  Mac was disappointed that he wasn’t paying attention to the scarred one after telling her she was perfect but what he was doing with his mouth had fireworks going off under her skin.

  When she was writhing with pleasure, Doug switched breasts. Mac sucked in a breath of fear. He started by suckling on her nipple while he pinched and twisted the other one. Soon she forgot about the scar and was lost in the sensations. Each pull of his mouth sent lightning streaking to her clit. Pleasure was twisting and building in her belly and she didn’t know what to do with it.

  Doug plied the scars with little kisses as he moved his hand over her belly and slipped it between her legs to cover her mons. He was pleased to find her hot and wet and pressed down just above her clit in slow circles.

  The movements made Mac’s body feel liquid and heavy even as her nerve endings sparked and crackled. Her eyes popped open when he moved and she watched him spread her thighs and lay between them. He inhaled the scent of her arousal as he looked up her body and stared into her eyes.

  “Next time, I’m going to find every single one of your erogenous zones, Mac. I’m going to lick, kiss and nibble every inch of your body.” His voice was low and deep with his need. When Mac shuddered he grinned then leaned forward to lick up the outside of her pussy with the flat of his tongue. Her core bloomed like a flower and revealed the surprisingly dark pink of her inner lips. Doug sighed with pleasure. “I need you, my girl, all of you.”

  Mac opened her mouth to reply just as he sucked one of those smaller lips into his mouth. Her back arched and she clamped her thighs around his head. No one had ever done anything like that before. Her body didn’t know what to do with the sensation and she writhed as small whimpers escaped her.

  Doug pried her thighs apart and held them open as he sucked on the other lip. He tasted every crevice before he finally paid attention to her clit. He wrapped his lips around it and held it gently with his teeth as he flicked the tip of his tongue over it. Mac started thrashing and he held on tight to her hips. His face got coated with her juices and he slid a finger into her, curling it until he found that elusive g-spot.

  Mac bucked and jack knifed forward to curl around him as he pushed her arousal out of control. She didn’t know how much more she could take. She didn’t know what to do with the feelings in her belly. It spiraled higher then began to coil tighter in her pelvis. Her thrashing had her on her back seconds later and she grabbed his head, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

  Doug lifted his mouth from her and pulled his finger from her. “Scream for me.” He sucked her clit back into his mouth and pushed two fingers into her. It took a moment to build that fire again but soon her energy was wild and she was thrashing again, growling. He curled his fingers and bit gently on her clit. He flicked his tongue over it as he fucked her harder and harder with his fingers.

  Mac was terrified and excited and furious all at the same time. She wanted, needed…something. She didn’t know what. Suddenly, she stilled, all of her muscles tightening as her breath caught in her throat. Her entire existence was centered around Doug and his mouth. Then the orgasm blazed through her and she screamed, writhing wildly. Fluid flowed freely as Doug pushed her into a second orgasm. He eased back slowly and pulled his mouth and fingers from her. Mac came partway down, panting, growling softly and twitching as Doug moved to kneel between her legs.

  “Now, Mac.” He braced himself over her and stared down at her.

  “Now, Doug.” She pulled him down to her, guiding him into her core. They both groaned with pleasure as they were joined together. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his forearms as he started moving.

  Doug tried to take it slow, he really did, but as soon as he was in her he was home and his control over his needs, over their pleasure, began to disintegrate. He closed his eyes in order to feel her better and found that she was meeting him stroke for stroke. He opened them again and watched her throw her head back as she dug her fingers into his arms. He gathered himself and pounded into her hard and fast. It wasn’t long before his orgasm was controlling him. “Gods Mac! Cum for me. Cum with me!”

  Mac let go of her control as he commanded. Pleasure took her over again and she exploded beneath him. Doug rode her hard as her internal muscles gripped him tightly then roared out his own pleasure. He slowed his strokes as the orgasm stopped, coming to a standstill before he pulled out and dropped beside her, pulling her to him. They laid there for a few minutes, panting and twitching randomly, basking in the pleasure.

  Then Doug spoke. “There’s something I need to tell you, Mac.” He waited as she stilled, the finger that had been tracing the line of hair from belly button to groin stopped moving and even her energy seemed to hold its breath. “My Alphas have agreed to induct you into the pack. Anna says you are my Mate and that you should be part of the family. I agree wholeheartedly. But… You have to know that I am half-Demon. My mother was raped by a Demon and I was the result. I am all Wolf in my head but I cannot help my genetics. Any children I have will be a quarter Demon.”

  Physically, Mac didn’t move but it felt like her soul pulled away from him. For a long moment, Doug was afraid that she would throw him out.

  Mac tried to think she could tell him but deep in her core she wept at the idea so she rejected it and accepted Doug as he was. “I love you, Doug, all of you.”

  Doug sagged with relief as Mac spoke. Her energy enveloped him, wrapped around him tightly and gave him a crazy feeling of safety, the same feeling she had with him. As her love blanketed him, she snuggled closer. He wrapped them up in the top sheet and smiled with pleasure. “Be mine, McKenna Amberson.”

  “I already am.”

  ~~~

  Catherine Bowman is the author of the Highland Wolves series and a lifelong writer. She lives in Southwestern Ontario with her two kids, her boyfriend and a cat named Terror. Catherine has reached a point in her life’s journey where she has finally learned who she is – writer, student, mother (to more than just her children) and lover. Her attitude is reflected in her writing. She can be found talking about her life and writing, as well as showing off her photography hobby at her blog http://catherinebowman.wordpress.com/

  PINK GIRL

  Kate Baum

  Grace could handle Vinnie’s possessiveness, no matter how overbearing. At least that’s what she thought…..until Vinnie makes a rash decision that will affect the rest of their lives together. Was she truly ready for everything that Vinnie wanted to give her?

  In turn, was Vinnie ready for everything that Grace wanted to give him?

  ~~~

  Author’s Note

  In memory of Marie Louise Baum,

  who died on January 10, 1999,

  after a long courageous battle with breast cancer.

  I miss you, Mom.

  CHAPTER 1

  When I heard the shouting, I cringed as I stood just outside the front door of A and V Investigations. I had a morning class this semester, so I arrived later than the guys.

  “Anthony! Get me out of it!” Vinnie bellowed through the door. He sounded angrier than usual, if that were possible.

  “Vinnie! You can’t ignore a fucking subpoena.” Anthony seemed to be trying to remain calm.

  “I’ll meet with the judge personally to explain my situation,” Vinnie answered menacingly.

  Oh, this is NOT sounding good.

  I opened the door to an exasperated Anthony. “Dear God, Vinnie. Do not meet with the judge. He’ll think your plan is to strong arm him.”

  Jamal, who was leaning on the door to his office, started laughing. “Yeah Vin, that judge will take one look at your ugly mug and the last thought on his mind will be that you’re there to talk.”

  “You’re not helping Jamal,” I chastised.

  At the sound of my voice Vinnie turned to gaze at me and his expression immediately softened. “Grace, baby.”

  When I heard the rumble of his voice change t
o a seductive tone as he spoke directly to me, my whole body trembled with pleasure. I can’t believe the sound of his voice still did that to me. I’d been dating him since June and moved in with him in September. Yet, I still shivered with desire whenever I heard him speak.

  It’s ironic that his name is Vinnie because his voice is a perfect match with Vin Diesel. His tone was a deep resonating growl vibrating right through me. I guess he kind of looked like said actor, in that Vinnie kept his head shaved. However, only Vinnie could make a famous muscular action star look like a pipsqueak. He was six foot four and by far the broadest man I’ve ever seen on the New York City streets. His biceps alone are as big as my head. I’ve seen cashiers actually look afraid whenever he approaches a counter. I’m not sure if it’s his size or the deep scar that runs on one side of his face.

  Oh yes, he’s scary looking…Almost brutal—and I have him wrapped around my finger.

  “Thank God, Grace.” Anthony looked totally relieved. “Maybe you can talk some sense into him.”

  “What’s going on Vinnie?” My eyes locked with his. I have this habit of picking up the emotions of people around me. It was even worse with people I cared about. Vinnie looked distressed and I immediately wanted to comfort him.

  “I was just served a subpoena—for Monday.”

  “It’s for the case Vinnie worked on for Journey Farm Insurance. The defendant has a good lawyer and is fighting the charges. May I remind you all…Journey Farm is one of our biggest clients?” Anthony lectured.

  He didn’t have to remind me. I was the office manager and did the billing. I knew how much money they earned by contracting with Journey Farm.

  On Monday, Vinnie and I planned on flying out to Boston. One of my best friends, Janie, just recently survived a brutal assault. We all breathed a sigh of relief when the guy was caught and convicted. He was being sentenced on Tuesday with Janie scheduled to give a victim’s impact testimony. I needed to be there to support her. “It’s not a big deal, Vinnie. I can go by myself.”