Fated Mates: The Alpha Shifter Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle) (Insatiable Reads)

by Hunter, Adriana

  I had it going, and was ready to be a good scientist and experiment. I pretended I was scratching an itch. I would try different pressures--vary how deeply I was inserting it. I never took my Pixelator completely out, but would try pressing it directly next to my G-spot and then moving it around, finding out which had the most bang for the buck (so to speak).

  Oh, yeah―now I was lubing on my own. I am a skillful lover. I kept up with a circular movement, then would switch to a back and forth use of my lavender colored toy. I remembered my experimental attitude. I turned the vibrator off and used it that way. Then I turned it back on and―Oh, yeah―it's definitely better for the vibrator to be turned on to turn me on. I fantasized being with Laurence, my project contact in San Francisco. He was actually gay, but this was my fantasy and one look at my sexiness had flipped him, and all he wanted was me.

  I started playing with my nipple between my free hand's index finger and thumb, and inside my head, Laurence was the one doing it. Such a hot and sexy man. And so smart and funny. I could feel him here next to me, having his way with me. A feminist moment ran across my mind like a roach on the carpet, but damn it―this was my fantasy, and if I wanted Laurence having his way with me--that was my prerogative. I gave into the flood of sensations. I could feel myself tensing up. I was so close! I pushed the vibrator against me to spike the pressure and YES!

  I let myself relax and felt the ripples of pleasure wash over me. I took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. The Pixielator was definitely worth it. I closed my eyes and swore I heard wolf howls in the distance. What the hell? I know the difference between coyotes and wolves when it comes to howling, but there hadn't been any reports of wolves in this area for generations. There was no doubt the gray wolf population was increasing, but that was further east and also more north going into Canada. I sat up and sure enough--those were wolves.

  Mikah

  The Run was definitely on. We had such a high metabolism, it was hard to really get drunk, but the majority of the Pack had practiced enough where they had learned the amount of slammed shots of Jack Daniels to get drunk enough to run into a tree. I was really feeling the Ecstasy, which made me want to just sit down and pay attention to everything around me. In my wolf form, my brain was always overflowing with smells. I could even sense changes in air pressure.

  I was just tripping on that little white pill, and started turning in a circle. The scents changed and I tried to follow them in my head, determining which were close and which were from further away. And--Whoa--pussy juices. I stopped turning and tried to really zero in on where that familiar smell was coming from. I was cocked and loaded. I took off in the direction of a fine smelling human woman out there. A part of me wondered why a single woman would be out in this sort of isolation, but my nose was sucking all attention away from such boring abstract thoughts. All that mattered was the fact she was actually here. I ran. I almost tripped over a fallen branch, but did one of those “I meant to do that” shrugs and continued on my hunt.

  Soon I could see a tent in the distance, pitched next to a SUV. Her smell was intoxicating. There was also a confusing fragrance of lavender and rose mixed in. It wasn't a cologne and had a different “nose texture” for me than shampoo or soap. I stopped in front of her tent and realized I wasn't alone. There were at least four other Pack members who had apparently smelled what was out here. I noticed Kevin wasn't there. Probably had never smelled a woman in his life. I'm sure he'd have no trouble tracking down the smell of a functioning cock.

  I swung my head, trying to figure out how to get rid of my competition. One of them--Joey--whined like a puppy. It made me want to nip him. The scent of fear rolled out of the tent. The woman inside had realized she wasn't alone. She unzipped the entry enough to grab a look. She froze as her brain tried to process the idea she was facing five large wolves less than three feet away from her. I could hear her holding her breath. I could feel her pulse pick up. Maybe it was the Ecstasy, but I realized while she had an initial smell of fear, it had quickly changed. I wasn't exactly familiar with the new scent from her―curiosity?

  I wish the others would go chase themselves. Somehow a bunch of wolves just standing around with their tongues hanging out didn't really enhance the mood. I could still smell her wetness and it was a turn on for me.

  Bree

  I'm surrounded by wolves. Actual wolves. I knew they rarely attacked humans, but when you first see a wolf, you have an almost primal response. To see this many all just standing there, as if they were waiting for some sort of command. It was―odd? Frightening? Funny? Even the wolves appeared confused and would look at each other as if they realized they had missed the memo.

  I may be in one of REI's best tents, but I'm positive while the thin walls might be waterproof, they definitely were not designed to resist a single determined wolf, let alone five of them. The fact they were staying where they were and I didn't feel threatened--that was a good sign. Maybe they were trained wolves and were expecting me to feed them, since from their standpoint, that's what humans do. They all looked healthy. They obviously weren't starving and weren't showing any signs of rabies. Damn, they just looked like wolf-shaped dogs that had just come up because they wanted to be petted.

  I decided I should do what I did best--experiment. I decided to talk to them as if they were dogs. I kept my voice steady and not too loud. If that didn't work, Plan B would include a lot of screaming. “What a beautiful...wolf you are,” I said to the one in front. He was mostly white. His eyes were picking up the yellow from my small fire. That was another sign these were not standard wolves. Real wolves wouldn't come this close to my fire.

  The white one stuck his large head inside my tent. He was totally focused on my vagina. This should not be happening. The other four lay down on the ground, each one having contact with another one. The dark gray lay its head across the back of the wolf that was solid black. The other two were actually spooning. They all looked like they had been fed Valium or something that completely relaxed them. I vaguely wondered if there might be some sort of local plant or something, they had swallowed and ended up self-medicated. Great. Stoned wolves. Hmm...would that mean they'd soon have the munchies?

  I went ahead and started scratching the white one's head, right between the ears. He seemed to enjoy that. He closed his eyes and lay his head on my lap. For a moment I wondered if I were the one stoned, but even my lube was 100% safe and had no side-effects of hallucination. “Such a good boy,” I whispered. He opened his eyes, and they had such a powerful sense of intelligence, he didn't seem like a wolf. Besides, I knew from reading all the guidebooks from this area, wolves wouldn't just mildly stare you back in the eyes. “What are you? You're not any sort of wolves I've ever heard about.”

  The one with his head on my lap rolled over on his back and looked up at me. God, if I had one I'd give him a dog biscuit. He was adorable. If I took him home, I wonder if he would eat Mr. Wiggins. His eyes flashed golden. Then he seemed to waver. I stared, trying to make sense of what was happening. His outline wasn't holding. This reminded me of all the nature documentaries where the film maker did a high speed treatment, so you could watch a seed sprout, then grow, ending up as a flower in the space of seconds. There was now a naked man lying on his back, looking up at me. I wasn't exactly shocked. After three years of therapy I recognized what I was feeling was numbness. Dr. Harris had explained this was my favorite self-defense mechanism. I looked at the other four wolves who were doing that same sort of swirling--their outlines seemed almost two-dimensional. Then they stabilized and there were now four additional completely nude men on their bellies in front of me.

  The one on his back and looking up at me was sporting a very impressive erection. For the briefest of moments I flicked from the thought I was about to be eaten to the concern I was about to be gang-raped. But then these guys were acting so much like they were stoned, I was pretty sure I was safe. My vacation was so not going in the direction I had planned. It was at
that point I realized I was just as naked as these men. Great. First impressions are so important.

  “So,” I sat back and touched my fingertips on the face of the one whose head was on my lap, “I'm going to take a wild hypothesis on this one, but we're definitely not in Kansas, and I sure as hell am not Toto. Wolves who don't act like wolves, and then somehow morph into men. Are you comfortable with the term Werewolf? Is it more respectful to refer to you as Furry Americans? Unless you're visiting from Canada?”

  The one in my lap chuckled, which was not a threatening response. “She said, Furry Americans,” laughed a young man with dirty blonde hair who was still spooning with the wolf who had become a stocky brunette. His body hair was a lot thicker than his darker companion. The other two men were shaking with silent laughter. Glad I could be so entertaining.

  “What's your name?” I looked in the eyes of the one with the erection. He was a very handsome man. Not exactly a guy I'd order out of a Boyfriend catalog, but I had no complaints. His heavy head felt good against me, even if I was still naked and I could smell the lavender and rose scented lube.

  “Mikah,” he said, which apparently struck him as funny. “Mikah Berkeley.” That made the other four men laugh as well. On one level I hoped they were on some sort of drug. If that wasn't part of it, they obviously weren't playing with a full deck and definitely needed some direct Supervision. Maybe they needed collars and very short leashes. Amazing where your mind goes when you're naked with five strange men. Wait--given their lack of social skills, maybe these weren't actually werewolves. Maybe they were some sort of wolf that turns into a human once a month. Would that make him a Wolfwere? I could accept the idea they were only human during the full moon. That would explain why they didn't seem to have a strong handle on being human.

  “We were on a Run,” said another one. I had been paying attention to Mikah, and missed who had spoken.

  “Yeah,” said another with a sharp laugh. “But then we smelled you.” He put his hand in front of his mouth and tried to stifle a laugh.

  “You smell really good,” said Mikah. “Even the stuff you smeared in your vagina smells good--like flowers.” There was definitely a golden color that started filling his eyes. I wondered if he might be turning back into a wolf. In the distance I heard more wolf howls. A look shot through all of them. With my history of working with college students, I instantly recognized the look. It was called “busted.” Four of them did that wavering thing and in a few seconds had settled back into their wolf forms. They lined up and licked the back of my hand. Then they took off in the direction the new howls had come from.

  “What about you?” I asked. He was definitely still in human form and definitely still had a hard-on.

  He grinned at me. “I like you. What's your name?”

  “Breeanna Cunningham--but everyone calls me Bree.”

  “Like that soft cheese,” Mikah sighed. “You look so soft. You look so pretty.” He caressed the skin of my thighs, and I felt as if my Pixielator had just gotten plugged into a 220 volt socket. He raised himself up a bit, giving him better access to lightly touch me. “So soft,” he said again. He rubbed his face against my thigh the way Mr. Wiggins scrapes his mouth against me every morning when I get ready to set his bowl down. My vet explained it was the one of the ways a cat marked territory. I only hoped Mikah didn't decide to mark territory by peeing. I'll admit to a few kinks, but golden showers isn't one of them.

  He worked his way upwards, sliding gracefully as he increased the amount of his bare skin touching my bare skin. I could feel a lot of muscle moving under his skin as he did so. I have to admit this was close enough to the fantasy when I was testing out my Pixielator that I was starting to get wet again to the point I might not need the lube. Come to think of it, this wasn't that much like the fantasy of being with Laurence. This was a lot more interesting and erotic.

  He took my right hand in his and lightly kissed it. He looked up and smiled widely, as if he were convinced he had done something very clever. He went back and began massaging me. I moved slightly to give him more space, which meant I ended up lying down on my back. He apparently took that as an invitation to start exploring my body. “I'm so glad I found you, Bree Cunningham.”

  He smiled again. He had a really good smile. He reached into my Hello Kitty bag and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. “How did you know that was there?” I asked.

  “I can smell it. Even when I'm not in wolf form, my sense of smell is a lot better than that of a normal human.” He put the bottle aside, and then to my surprise, he easily lifted me up into his arms. I'm no lightweight, but he put no more effort into it than when I pick up Mr. Wiggins. He noticed my surprise--”And I'm a lot stronger than normal humans.” He gently repositioned me face down, then took one of my sheets and placed it over my back. He poured some of the oil into his hands and rubbed it into his arms and broad chest.

  He took more oil and rubbed it between his hands to warm it. He softly started up with gliding smooth strokes, using his whole hand over my neck and shoulders, then up and down my arms. It felt wonderful. “Your hands are so warm,” I said.

  “Oh, we tend to run a few degrees higher than normal humans. If I concentrate, I can make the heated area more specific, which is what I'm doing with my hands.” He kept the movements rhythmic so it was as if he were dancing his hands across me. He would gently pull the sheet further down as he worked, but he never lost contact--he had at least one hand on my body at all times. He kept working his way down my back, shifting into deeper and longer strokes. I felt so relaxed I didn't even tense when he pressed his chest up against my back. He let other parts of his body lightly skim against me. No one had ever done that to me. It felt amazing.

  He kissed my jaw lightly, then he kissed my neck, working his way down my back slow and soft. He pulled the sheet further down and began to lick my lower back in circular motions. Then he moved closer, lightly breathing his warm breath against my spine. He worked his way up to my left ear lobe and kissed it lightly. I could barely think. I was just aware of his warmth and his presence.

  He shifted slightly and keeping his hands on me, moved back down where he started massaging my ass. He gently pushed my legs open a little wider, and he started to lightly skim up and down my inner thighs. I felt myself getting even damper.

  Mikah again used his Supernatural strength to effortlessly turn me over so I was once more looking into his golden eyes. He kept one hand on me and used the other to squeeze more massage oil between my breasts. He placed his other hand on top of the oil, and I could feel heat coming from his palm, warming up the cool oil and upping the ante on my response. He gently massaged my shoulders, working all the way down to my fingers. He laced his fingers with mine, moving his fingers back and forth between the spaces of my own fingers. He once again skimmed over my breasts with the palm of his hand, still slippery with the oil. He stopped for a moment and made circular motions over my hard nipples with those skillful hands. I sighed, feeling as if I couldn't keep my thoughts together. I realized I was breathing hard.

  He began to kiss my stomach, moving his way down to my inner thighs. “I love your breasts,” he said as he continued to kiss me. “I love how soft and wonderful your tummy is.” He repositioned himself with my leg on his shoulder as he kept kissing my inner thigh. I was unprepared when he began to massage the outer lips of my vagina--skimming so lightly. How could someone so strong be so gentle? Mikah went in to massage my G-spot. He barely touched the hood of my clit and began to move it from side to side as if he feared he might hurt me. But it was the opposite of hurting.

  I then recognized that he was experimenting--watching my reactions to see what got the greatest response. When I gasped in pleasure, he kept doing what he was doing, while sliding his other hand up to play with my nipples that just got harder.

  Mikah

  I loved touching her. By now the Ecstasy had been metabolized and I was as normal as I'd get. If it hadn't been for Kevin's
pill pushing, I wouldn't be here now, and god knows the others wouldn't have followed me to the sensory delight of Bree. I might have some explaining to do to the Pack Master as to why I didn't return with the others, but I didn't care. I loved her size. When I've been with a skinny girl, I've always been afraid I might snap her in two. Bree was strong and solid. I knew I could make love to her and not end up breaking her. And she just felt so fantastic when I touched her--such incredible softness.

  I could track her response by sense of smell and being able to listen to her heart beat. I knew she was getting gushy in her ladyparts--always a good sign. Her heart beat and body scent told me she trusted me--she had no fear. I took the next step and ever so gently teased the tip of my cock in and out a little--then in and out again.

  “I have a condom,” she whispered.

  “One of the advantages of being what I am--I can't catch human STDs or pass them on. I also know from your scent, you're not in your fertile time. I'll be glad to use a condom if that's what you would like--but there really isn't a need for it.” I kissed her once again on her neck.

  “When this is over,” she said, her voice raspy, “we need to talk about this whole not a normal human stuff.”

  I smiled and using her perfect hips I turned her over on her knees. I kissed her on her back and then I entered her slowly--gently. I kept teasing her nipples. I could feel her response when I hit her G-spot with my cock. I didn't push too hard. Her scent had changed slightly and she was now so sensitive I didn't want to push her from the pleasure she was feeling to pain.