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

by Hunter, Adriana

  If you liked Romancing the Wolf: A BBW Adult Paranormal Romance, you might also want to check out one of my other werewolf based series―Me-She (My Supernatural Gender Swap) Complete Series:

  Tyler didn't choose the easiest path to become a Werewolf. The Native American magic of the Skinwalkers gave him the Power of the Wolf--but at an unexpected cost. He is now a she--and as beautiful in her wolf form as she is in her human one. She has attracted the attention of the Leaders of two different Wolf Packs. Both of them want her to give them a new generation of pure blood wolf children. Only one of the Alpha males can survive The Challenge.

  (An adults only story of Supernatural Gender Swap. Includes scenes of gender bender sex, oral sex, penetration, masturbation, Dom/sub forceful sex, male to female transformation, and dubcon. This collection combines the first four ebooks of the Me-She series: Me-She (My Supernatural Gender Swap, Me-She 2 (My Supernatural Gender Swap), Me-She 3 (My Supernatural Gender Swap), and Me-She 4 (My Supernatural Gender Swap).

  Tyler

  Klaus was driving me crazy. In the past few days I had no idea when my Pack Leader would immediately jump into love-making and when he would stretch things out―as in stretching time. At the moment he was blowing his hot breath through my new panties. Being magically transformed into a werewolf and a woman meant my Calvin Klein boxers were no longer an option. I really needed a clothing make-over. I didn’t understand the physics, but apparently to shift the mass into my wonderful new boobs and what I felt was my new enormous ass, I was now a lot shorter than I had been as a male.

  Klaus continued to distract me by breathing hot air against my barely covered new sex. He would breathe softly but warmly for short bursts at a time. He then alternated between doing this and kissing my thighs and stomach. I shivered.

  When he finally pulled my wet panties down, he began to gently kiss my vulva, licking it and working his way slowly from the outside. Lick, lick, lick―he traced the outer edges of these new outer lips. Then with the speed of a drunken snail he very slowly spread them to lick and kiss the inner lips. Round, round, round that amazing tongue traced my vagina.

  The teasing was driving me crazy. If I still had my male body I would have shot my load by now. How did real women stand this? I felt as if I was going to explode at any minute, but I didn’t know where this new body would let go. Klaus would do this sort of maddening dance, where he would come so close to my clit as he was busy kissing my labia and vagina. I could barely resist pushing his head down so he would start! When he finally began to lick it, he kept doing it slowly and softly―focusing on the hood of my clit. Damn, why hadn’t I known about any of this stuff when I had been a guy? I would have been the most popular bro at my frat!

  Klaus

  Tyler was definitely embracing his new status in the Pack. I could never tell how the boys who converted to women would handle the transition. The Skinwalker belts that allowed shapeshifting on a Wolf as well as gender level worked fine physically, but came with no mental health guarantee. When I first started using the Skinwalker belts on people like Tyler, a guy who had swapped committed suicide.

  Tyler would never off himself. He was having too much fun as a woman. Not to mention the whole werewolf gift. Part of his training was enough love-making that he’d never want to switch back to being male. His moaning drew my attention back to him/her. I was holding off coming into contact with his/her clitoris for as long as I could. I finally gave up and began to lick her. I was doing if softly, focusing on her clitoris hood ornament.

  I then followed with the classic licking the shape of every letter of the Alphabet as a way of expanding her pleasure. I made the letters wide enough to cover her entire sex area―and then made them small enough to only give attention to her clit.

  Tyler was obviously responding. As she continued to moan softly, I gently sucked her clit into my mouth, carefully flicking my tongue over it. This combined the suction with the much faster rhythm I was feeling.

  I could smell she was close to orgasm. I pushed my face into her, which increased the pressure of my tongue. She began to make the high pitched sounds that signaled she was almost there. I kept doing what I was doing and suddenly she screamed and pushed her hips upwards. She then collapsed with her eyes shut and a wide grin on her face.

  “Are you done?” Pauline bellowed into the room.

  “Are you done learning manners?” I replied harshly. Pauline had been traded in as a pure blood Wolf from one of my closest allies. But if I had known what a pain in the ass she could be, I would have thought twice about accepting the trade. Now I had a better understanding on why he had been so eager to send her to my home.

  Pure blood females had always been treated like royalty, since only they could produce a pure blood child. But with the Skinwalker magic, as Pack Leader, I could have as many females as I wanted. There was no scarcity any more. No wonder Pauline spent her day looking pissed off. Not so special any more. I kissed Tyler gently on the neck and gathered my clothes.

  “Hey, boss man,” Pauline said more calmly, probably realizing how close she was to being disciplined. “This isn’t about me. You have a phone call from Uncle Elias. He says it’s important and he’s holding.”

  I took the phone from her without comment, walking to my own bedroom for privacy. I closed my door and clicked Elias on.

  Tyler

  Great―all I wanted was to lie still and let all the pleasures keep echoing through my body. That was so not going to happen with mega-bitch Pauline sneering at me from the doorway. I don’t know why she hated me. I would like to think it’s because she’s envious of my amazing boobs. I accepted it might be related to my having bitten down a little too hard on her nipple not long after I had met her. My new body and Super-duper werewolf strength took getting used to. Yesterday I had accidentally crushed a glass jar I was trying to open. It hurt like hell, but it was fascinating to watch how quickly my hand healed.

  “So,” she crossed her arms and leaned against the frame. “Adjusting to being a woman, faggot?”

  “What the hell is your problem?” I demanded. “You’re beautiful. Klaus obviously thinks you fart rainbows. If I get a crumb here or there, what the fuck difference does that make?”

  She looked over at me with a side eye. “You think I’m beautiful?”

  Klaus

  I respected Elias. Keeping your position as Pack Leader was a full time occupation. There was always someone right behind you, with fantasies of replacing you. My idea of eliminating any male competition by transforming them into women was working better than I had anticipated. Males to females also meant more potential full blood pups. Tyler had the best promise of producing the children I wanted so much. I could smell how healthy she was. And she was so beautiful...

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  You can find the rest of the story in

  Me-She (My Supernatural Gender Swap) Complete Series.

  Protecting the Pack

  Tabitha Conall

  Chapter 1

  Ben’s whole life had been one ending after another. Coming off his latest ending—leaving the Army after serving for eight years—he longed to find a place he wouldn’t have to leave. Someplace that would last.

  That was what brought him to Marysburg, to seek out his old Army buddy, Liam McCade. Liam had found his mates and settled down here. He sounded happy every time Ben talked to him. Ben wanted to be happy, too.

  He got himself a room at the local motel then headed to the bar. Liam wasn’t expecting him until tomorrow; no need to drop in on him early. Instead, Ben would get a beer and some dinner then hit the sack.

  As soon as he stepped inside, he knew he’d found the right place. He smelled wolves, lots of wolves. And more than one pack, if his nose didn’t deceive him. He sat down at the bar. The place was nice. Just nice, not fabulous, not a dive. The walls were covered with wood paneling. Around the corner from the bar, he’d seen tables full of people eating. And here on the other side was a cramped dance floor wit
h a jukebox.

  The bartender had just slipped a beer and a menu in front of him when someone sat down next to him. Wolf, definitely. Ben looked at him out of the corner of his eye. Big guy, blond. More than just tall, he was built like a bodybuilder. And he was staring right at Ben.

  “New in town?” the guy said.

  No reason not to talk to him. Who knew, maybe he’d end up being a pack mate one day. Ben turned toward him. “Is it that obvious?”

  The guy chuckled and stuck out his hand. “Chris Byers. I’m the Roanoke pack Alpha.”

  That explained at least half of it. He’d know Ben wasn’t one of his wolves. Ben shook his hand and said, “And you’re sure I’m not from Stonewall?”

  “You don’t smell like Stonewall.”

  Ben dipped his head in agreement. “I guess not. Not yet, at least.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Chris raised two fingers to get the bartender’s attention. “You’re joining Stonewall pack?”

  “Hope so. My buddy just joined. Says he likes it there.”

  Chris gave him a hard look. “Would your buddy be Jake?”

  “No, Liam. Jake’s the Alpha, isn’t he?”

  “Liam. One of Bridget’s new mates.” Chris laid some bills on the bar. A few seconds later the bartender put a bottle in front of him.

  “Yeah. You know them?”

  Chris took a sip of his beer. The bartender stepped over to Ben and asked for his order, so Ben quickly scanned the menu. “I just want a burger.”

  After the bartender left, Chris said, “I know all of them. Jake’s a friend. One of his mates was my fourth, before they found each other. Sam left to join Stonewall when they got together, but we still keep in touch. And I’ve been helping Jake get Stonewall back on its feet. Their old Alpha was a piece of work.”

  Back on its feet. That didn’t sound good. “How so?”

  “He did a lot of bad shit, and he left a real mess. Jake’s doing a good job, but he’s got a lot to deal with. He’d be glad to have another strong wolf join his pack, especially a friend of Liam’s.”

  Ben shifted on his bar stool. He needed a stable pack. Someplace safe. Stonewall didn’t sound like that. “Liam never mentioned any of that.”

  After taking a swig, Chris set his beer down. “Is it a problem?”

  Ben looked at the grain of the wood on the bar. The surface shone like it was polished often. “I’ve been in the Army, just got out. And I was looking for a pack that’s settled and well-established.”

  “You’re tired,” Chris said.

  “Yeah.” He never thought he’d share this much with a perfect stranger. But there was something about Chris that made him feel comfortable, safe.

  “You might be better off in Roanoke.” The look on his face was guarded. “That’s how Roanoke is. Settled. I’ve worked hard to give my wolves a stable pack they can depend on.”

  Ben had never joined a new pack before. Joining Liam’s had seemed like an easy thing to do, but now everything had changed. It was a big decision, but he wasn’t sure how to go about it. Chris seemed like a nice guy, but was that enough?

  “Look, I’ll introduce you to some of the guys who are here—from both packs. Hang out with them tonight, see what you think.”

  “If I decide I like Roanoke then what next? This is my first time joining a pack. Do you need to vet me or anything?”

  “Something like that. Make your decision first, and then we can figure the rest out.” Chris stood. “Grab your food. You can join that table over there.”

  A few minutes later, Ben squeezed in between two guys in their mid-twenties, one of them from Stonewall, the other from Roanoke. He continued eating his dinner while he listened to them talking. Chris wandered off to talk to some woman by the bar while Ben soaked up all the information he could.

  * * *

  From where he sat next to his on-again off-again girlfriend Dana, Chris could see the new guy, Ben. A lot of new wolves had been joining Roanoke pack lately. Too many. The only reason Chris hadn’t sent Ben on his way was because he’d originally seemed intent on joining Stonewall. Ben could have been lying, but he’d seemed sincere.

  Okay, that wasn’t the only reason. There was also something about Ben that felt comfortable, almost familiar. Of all the wolves who’d petitioned to join Roanoke in the last three months, Chris liked Ben the best. He hadn’t really wanted to hand him straight over to Stonewall. Even though Jake needed every strong wolf he could get.

  There was that, too. Lately, Chris had tried to stem the flood of new wolves joining his pack by suggesting they join Stonewall instead, but every one of them was all adamant about wanting into Chris’ pack. All except Ben. In a backward sort of way, it made Chris trust Ben more.

  Dana put her hand on Chris’ arm. “Earth to Chris. You’re a million miles away.”

  “Just thinking.” He could never tell Dana any of this. They might share a bed part of the time, but when it came down to it she was just another wolf in his pack. And he always had to show the wolves in his pack his strength, never his weakness.

  Besides which, they weren’t dating right now. They’d broken up. But she always wormed her way back into his bed. And she’d done it yet again. Soon she’d have him convinced they were dating, after all. So could he trust her? No.

  Of course, Dana didn’t agree. She thought for sure that they were fated to be mates and just needed their third to show up. Women.

  Dana squeezed his arm. “I can think of a way to get you out of your head.”

  He couldn’t help but smile. If nothing else, he and Dana were good in bed together. Very good. He kissed her quickly. “A little later. I want to keep my eye on this new guy. He was making noises about joining the pack.”

  She turned to follow his gaze. “A lot of new wolves lately.”

  “Yeah.”

  “He’s cute enough. I’m sure the women won’t complain if you let him in. I wouldn’t mind the eye candy myself.”

  Cute? Chris hadn’t noticed. But he guessed the guy was good-looking, in a military man sort of way. He wasn’t as buff as Chris but then few were. Ben was about the same height as Chris, 6’2", and had dark hair clipped short in a typical military buzz cut. And he had all the things women liked—the square jaw, the deep brown eyes, the muscles. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  One of his new wolves, Keith, approached him at the bar. After the usual pleasantries, Keith said, “There room for one more in the pack? I have a friend who’s interested in joining.”

  Not another one. “We’re pretty full up.”

  “You’d like this one,” Keith said. “She’s pretty. And young. A pack can always use pretty young females.”

  That was the truth. Females weren’t rare, per se, but only about twenty percent of the births were female to eighty percent male. The religious types believed that was why they mated in threesomes, two men to one woman. And women were always prized.

  Chris still wasn’t sure about having another wolf join, especially with Ben possibly joining, too. Too many new wolves and the pack would become unbalanced. But since she was a female, he should at least meet her. “All right, but no promises. Can you set up a meeting?”

  “Not a problem. I might even be able to get her to stop by tonight. You going to be here a while?”

  Dana arched her brow at Chris. He knew what she was saying—she wanted to go back to his place, sooner rather than later. Or maybe she was letting him know she didn’t want another female in the pack. With Dana, he could never tell. But he still wanted to keep an eye on Ben.

  “For a while longer,” he said. “But not too late.”

  “I’ll see what I can do. Thanks.” Keith wandered off, pulling out his cell.

  Two more pack members, and even more instability. Chris had half a mind to say no to them both.

  * * *

  Alex lay in bed, her boyfriend Brett sucking on one nipple. “I don’t understand why I can’t wait and join the pack with you,” she said.

/>   He glared up at her, but without much heat. “We’re having sex, not talking.”

  She stroked his hair. “What if I want to talk?”

  Brett shoved his hand down her panties and rubbed her clit. “Still want to talk?”

  Her pussy flooded. “You always do that. Why can’t we just talk?”

  He kissed her hard. “You’re mine. You should be happy to just do what I say. I want you to join the pack alone so we don’t overwhelm them. I’ve told you this. And right now, I want you to shut up and spread your legs.” He smiled that wicked smile that always got to her, as though his crudeness was all a joke.

  And it worked again. Although he wouldn’t have to keep doing that if he’d stop acting like such an ass.

  Brett peeled off her panties and slid his cock into her cunt. He fucked it into her at a steady pace. “So good, baby.”

  Wrapping her legs around his waist, Alex held on tight. He’d make her come. He always did.

  Sure enough, he squeezed his hand between them and rubbed his rough fingertips over her clit. It was all her highly aroused body needed. Within a few seconds, she started to shake, her pussy clenching around his cock.

  Brett moaned. “God it feels good when you come around me.” He shoved into her even harder. “More, baby.”

  His fingers didn’t stop rubbing her, and a minute or two later, she shuddered into her second orgasm.

  With a loud groan, Brett said, “I’m gonna come, too.” He slammed into her once, twice, and the third time, he pushed even deeper, spilling his seed into her.

  He collapsed on top of her. “Let’s nap.”

  Before she could even answer, he had rolled onto his side, curling around her and burying his face in her neck. His breathing evened out as he drifted off.

  The way he held her made her feel warm and cared for. He might act like a jerk sometimes, but he was her jerk. Alex closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms.