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Zach’s jaw dropped. He’d never been so sweetly threatened. Before he could say anything though, the little woman turned to Coltrane who watched her with that pathetic look on his face.
“And you must be the wolf who kidnapped my cousin and let those bullies chase her through the woods.” Her breathless, husky voice, coupled with the wide, dark eyes made her appear weak and insubstantial. And then she reached out to grip Coltrane’s wounded shoulder, digging her thumb into the gunshot wound. “If you ever think of doin’ something like that again, I’ll make sure there’s so little left of you to find, your own family won’t be able to identify you. Ya hear?”
She released his shoulder and turned back to Colette as Coltrane sank to the ground, his face white as a sheet. “Where’s Aunt Laurette-Marie? I wanted to thank her for the pretty fabric she sent me for my next show.”
Colette bit her lip, obviously torn between checking on the wolf and visiting with her cousin. Zach nudged her away from Coltrane. “I got it, baby.” Then he winked. “And I’ll be finding you later so we can finish this conversation.”
The pretty blush that darkened her cheeks sent blood rushing straight to his groin. If it hadn’t been for the wolf gasping for air and whining at his feet, he would’ve carted his mate off to the nearest quiet spot he could find.
“Later,” she mouthed with a sly lick of her lips that nearly made him forget about everything except having her. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he purred and watched her lead her cousin away. His tiger growled in appreciation when her ass swayed from side to side in an obvious enticement. A groan on the ground made him roll his eyes. “Really, canine? She’s smaller than a mite,” he grumbled as he grabbed the pale wolf off the ground.
“She’s a menace,” Coltrane panted, his face gray and waxen. “Goddamn cat.”
“Don’t worry, man,” Zach snorted in disgust as he dusted the poor bastard off. “She lives in New Orleans. Sixty miles should keep you safe from the little fluff of fur.”
* * * * *
The closet was tiny. Way too small for what they were doing, but Colette couldn’t wait any longer. Watching her mate prowl around the hall, speaking to her family and being nice to them, had set her body aflame with need. When the drinks really started pouring and the party kicked off after all the formalities were out of the way, she’d dragged her mate to the darkest, quietest room she could find. And proceeded to show him how much she missed him.
Pinned against a wall, her skirts hiked up to her waist and her camouflage panties hanging from one of her ankles, Colette bit Zach’s neck as he powered into her. It’d only been three weeks, but it’d felt like ages since she had him inside her. The frenzied way he fucked her, thrusting into her hard and fast as though he wanted to make them one being, told her Zach felt the same way. They were one.
“Colette,” he rasped against the crook of her neck, his hot breath bathing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. He ground his hips, circled them so that his cock stroked every nerve ending in her cunt. “God, Colette. Love you, love you.” Her heart sang at his words, given without reservation. This was what she’d wanted from the moment she first saw him. His love, freely expressed and all hers.
She clutched at his big shoulders, wishing she was touching skin instead of the material of his jacket. Legs tightening around his narrow hips, she thrust back against him, reaching for that deeper connection with him. He cupped her ass and hiked her higher against the wall and slid balls-deep. Colette lost her breath at the new angle. Then he began to work her, dragging every inch of his shaft over that magic spot inside her.
She let out a high-pitched yelp, not caring if everyone in the parish heard her. “Yes,” she gasped, her soaking-wet pussy tensing around him. “Zach. I love you too.”
Her climax didn’t build up. Maybe it didn’t have to after so many restless nights of being alone in her bed while fantasies involving her mate tormented her. Or maybe it was because she was finally reaffirming life, but whatever it was, when the orgasm hit her, it was with the power of a thunderstorm.
But it wasn’t until Zach’s fangs sank into the tender tendon at the bend of her neck that she truly knew what it was like to be struck by lightning. Her entire body tensed, pleasure and pain combining to a heady mixture that began at the spot where his teeth connected with her skin and ended between her legs. Colette threw her head back with a scream of pleasure.
Her orgasm triggered Zach’s, his thrusts quickening until he hammered into her with hard, short pumps. A stifled groan escaped him, vibrating into her neck as his dick pulsed inside her, his seed jetting into her in long, wet bursts her body accepted with greedy clenches and pulls.
Colette didn’t know how long they remained locked together, only knew that this moment would remain in her memory for the rest of her life. Her mate shuddered against her, his body twitching and pulsing inside hers. She somehow found the strength to stroke his hair and shoulders, whatever parts of him she could reach in her position, comforting him.
She’d had a hard time adjusting after the kidnapping, but so had her mate. The look in his eyes every time he saw her had been nearly frantic, his tiger close to the surface as though he was worried she’d disappear. It’d taken time and constant care, the continued reminder of her love for him to relax, yet she knew his fears would remain for a while longer. Until the shadows of Fang and Claw disappeared completely, Zach would worry. And she was okay with that.
“I love you,” she sighed against his ear.
His fangs slid out of her skin, causing her to wince. She hadn’t minded so much when they were going in, mais, it stung. Then he began to bathe the bites with his tongue, each slow rasp across the mark sending a pulse straight to her pussy.
“Zach?” Colette asked in a voice that shook with renewed desire, especially when she felt his cock stir to life. “Again?”
He finally lifted his head, the gleam of his eyes all she could see. “Well yeah, it’s our honeymoon now.”
She squeaked, her arms and legs tightening around him as he pulled her away from the wall and fell to the floor with her, landing on his back with her on top. The move forced his cock deeper inside her, her sensitive tissues quaking at the friction.
“And I have a lot of catching up to do.”
But Colette was beyond listening, her heart, body and soul matching her mate’s rhythm with perfect grace. And it was only the beginning.
About Danica Avet
Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing.
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Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. When she isn’t writing, working or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.
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Table of Contents
Blurb
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
About Danica Avet