by Rosanna Leo
They walked in and he locked up behind them. As she sorted a few things in her closet, Bart quickly removed the books and stacks of paper on her utilitarian desk.
As she rummaged through the closet, she said, “There’s a Thai place across the road with pad thai to die for. What do you want to eat?” She turned and eyed the empty desk top, and then cocked a brow at him.
He motioned for her to get on. “You.” Grinning at her, he whipped his shirt off over his head.
Charlotte sashayed over to the desk, pretending to frown. “Young man, that’s highly inappropriate.”
“So’s me saying I want to fuck the teacher, but that doesn’t change the truth of the statement. Now get on the desk, Miss Moffatt.”
Grinning like a child about to receive a year’s worth of candy, she removed her blazer and began to undo her blouse buttons. He couldn’t wait for any damn buttons. He moved to her and slid his hands under her blouse, lifting it over her head. With a moan building in his throat, he took possession of her mouth, savoring her exquisite taste. Cradling her head with one hand, he slipped his other hand between her legs and tapped her pussy. As her head fell back, he lifted her onto the desk and made her lay down. It took mere seconds to remove the rest of his clothes, and then he started on hers. Those awesome granny boots, jeans, underwear, all so easy to dispose of. Once her delectable flesh was exposed, he pulled her to a sitting position, held her in his embrace, and breathed her in. How her scent calmed and excited him at the same time.
As he kissed a trail from her cheek to her shoulder, he took a moment to inspect the area where Dylan had bitten her. It had taken a good couple of weeks before that scar faded, and he was still in the habit of checking it to make sure she was okay. He ran a hand over her soft skin.
She touched his chin. “I’m okay. No more scars.”
Biting back emotion, he nodded. “No more scars.”
During all the times they’d made love, Charlotte had never asked him to use his claws on her again, and he was relieved. As much as it had turned him on that first time, he hated thinking of breaking her skin. He knew now that she’d demanded it then because of the self-hatred left over from her experience with Jake. Her survivor’s guilt had prodded her to cause herself pain. Since they’d mated, something wonderful had snapped into place inside his woman. She smiled so much more and didn’t mind talking about the past. They looked forward to the future now, and there were no scars in their future.
Bending before her, he took her nipple into his mouth, laving and suckling the delicious little peak. On a hushed moan, Charlotte lay back on the desk, giving him better access. As he suckled at his beautiful woman’s breast, he tweaked her other nipple, molding it into another adorably hard bud. As goose pimples danced across her skin, he moved the flat of his hand over her torso, delighting in the hills and valleys of her body. Moving lower, he tongued his way over her ribs and stomach, stopping to play with her belly button ring. She writhed under him, raising her hips in blatant invitation.
Fuck, he loved that part.
Spreading her legs wider, squeezing the flesh on her thighs, he eyed his lovely lecturer with greed. Her pussy glistened for him, so juicy and warm. He couldn’t wait to drink her in, had already spent countless hours worshipping at the temple of her body, and he knew he’d never grow tired of it. As his wolf howled to the heavens, he pulled up a chair and dragged her closer to him.
As he moved his face closer to the extraordinary bounty, Bart gave thanks for his mate and for his life. And he prayed that this time his seed would take hold inside her. Overcome, he whispered, “I love you, Charlotte.”
She lifted her head and offered him an angelic smile. “I love you, too.”
*
Every time Bart so much as brushed a finger along her arm or dropped a kiss onto her head, Charlotte’s emotions did a sensuous twist inside her, like horny 1950s teenagers at a school dance. But every time she saw his face planted between her legs, the dance inside her changed to the most intricate of ballet leaps and bounds. His lips on her pussy, his glorious wolf tongue burrowing deep, set off a chain reaction of fireworks up her spine. He loved her so thoroughly and she thanked her stars for him every day.
Most precious of all to her was the day he’d come home with her to meet her family, her little pack. After a fun day, consisting of nothing more than eating and laughing with her folks and sister, he’d taken her to the local bookstore. She’d wanted to pick up a new book, the latest biography of Hildegard of Bingen. She still wasn’t sure how he’d arranged it, but when she’d picked up a copy of the saint’s bio and opened it, she’d realized the book was actually a box made to look like a book. The pages had been hollowed out and in that space nestled a beautiful vintage engagement ring. Right there in the bookstore, one of her favorite places on earth, Bart had dropped to his knees and reached for her hands.
“Be my wife.” He’d said it so sweetly, he might have been a little boy with a fistful of candy hearts, saying, “Be my Valentine.”
They’d been bound together since her return to Gemini Island, their wolves acting as instinctual matchmakers. Now, they were damn well inseparable.
Another luscious glide of his tongue through her lips and her thoughts floated away. All she could concentrate on was the eloquent pressure at her clit, and the corresponding delirium in her core.
My mate.
My mate, he answered silently. My delicious mate.
As his velvety voice did its magic, rumbling telepathically over her brain, her pussy fluttered in response. Her heart began to pound and stars shot before her eyes as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard.
A few well-placed dirty words and she’d tumble over the precipice.
“My cock is so ready to slide into your tasty pussy, baby,” he murmured against her skin. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Oh, sweet Hildegard!” She grabbed his hair and pushed him down.
As he drank her juices, he inserted one, then two, then three fingers. Swirling, spinning ecstasy and…oh, yes, there. Bolts of lightning lit her up and her legs alternately seized and flopped on the desk.
But Bart gave her no time to finish. Before the last shudder claimed her, he leaned over and kissed her with his smiling, wet face. Tasting herself on his tongue only made her ready to come again. She loved having her moisture on him, marking him, as effectively as his bite marked her. She threw her arms around his neck, but he deftly untangled them and turned her over onto her tummy.
Once her ass was in his sights, he groaned his approval and massaged her cheeks. He slid his long cock between them, tickling every quivering inch of skin between her asshole and her clit.
“I love taking you like this,” he said as he eased his bulbous head inside her tightness. “Like an animal, with your gorgeous ass at my disposal.” Slowly stretching her, he buried himself balls-deep. “So good, sweetheart. Tell me, have I fucked the resistance out of you yet?”
She burst out laughing, something they did a lot of nowadays. “I don’t know. I still feel the need to push back a bit.” To tease him, she wiggled her bottom against him and smiled at his frenzied growls. She felt no bigger rush than when she could tease him to thrusting point. “That’s it, my big man. More. Harder.”
He seized her hips, his nails digging into her flesh, and drove into her with expert precision. As he hit every nerve inside her vulnerable vaginal walls, she caught her breath and held it. She’d never been with any man who could make her come more than once in one sitting, and Bart often left her reeling from several orgasms. He knew how to touch her, how to play with her body and elicit flutters and flurries she’d never felt before. Her skin sizzled under his touch. Each virtuosic thrust put a lump in her throat. And each time she felt him grow and tie inside her, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
She’d tamed the big, bad wolf.
As she soared toward yet another orgasm, as her body lubricated them both with her dew, Bart le
aned over her and held her close. His breath on the back of her neck made her thrill. His cock steadied and extended, growing impossibly hard and thick. She tightened around him, so happy to accept whatever he gave her. And as his moving hips pulverized her, she clamped down on him and a hurricane of feeling ripped her apart. He continued thrusting until he was spent, and she delighted in each drop of sweat that seeped between their bodies.
As his semen flowed into her, neither of them said a word, and they just held each other. The import of the moment was not lost on her, and she knew he felt it too.
Perhaps this time…
Bart reached behind and grabbed a throw blanket she always kept on her office chair. He pulled them both onto the desk and spooned her, covering them both with the blanket. Locked inside her, he held her tight and played with her hair. She reached down and stroked his muscled thigh, tugging at the tiny hairs.
After a few emotion-packed moments, during which she knew they’d been praying for the same thing, she heard him sigh. Then he chuckled softly. “Please tell me none of your students need to meet you right now, because that would be awkward.”
She had a response on her tongue, but it fell away. A strange wobble went through her belly and she wondered if she might be somehow sick. Shifters didn’t tend to fall ill, so she dismissed the idea easily enough. However, when the unfamiliar sensation lurched through her again, she paid it more attention. It wasn’t painful, but it was persistent. An odd twang, like an elastic band being plucked in her gut.
Out of nowhere, her wolf presented itself, smiling madly. The canine dashed around in circles, sniffing and whimpering, as if on a tortuous loop of excitement. Its wolf eyes were wide with expectation, focused on something hazy in the distance.
And then Charlotte saw it in her mind’s eye. A shadow, growing closer. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the intriguing shape, one she somehow already seemed to recognize. Her wolf dashed toward the shadow, tugging at it, dragging it closer. With an unearthly giggle of delight, the small shadow climbed atop her wolf and the pair galloped toward her.
Sprawled on top of her spirit animal was a beautiful little boy, one with eyes as dark as Bart’s and a cheeky grin that brought tears to her eyes.
Bart must have felt her gasp. “Baby, is everything okay?”
Charlotte stared at her wolf and their future son, an Alpha for the next generation. She placed Bart’s hand on her belly and held it there. “Yeah,” she whispered, smiling. “Everything’s perfect.”
The End
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About Rosanna Leo
Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books who lives and breathes paranormal romance. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Night Owl Romance and Two Lips Recommended Reads. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.
Table of Contents
Predator’s Claim
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About Rosanna Leo
Table of Contents
Predator’s Claim
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About Rosanna Leo
