She gasped. He knows that?
“I know lots of things, baby. You touch yourself under the table, in the bath, the shower and even in your sleep. Hell, you can’t even talk to your girlfriends on the phone without touching yourself. Your sweet little nub needs attention.”
Sweat broke out on her brow, and heat flushed her cheeks and neck. Did she have no privacy at all?
Only a tiny chuckle answered her unspoken question.
“I love you, Juliana. I love everything about you. I love the way you bite your lip when you’re uncertain about something. I love that your pussy gets all wet when you think about me. I love the taste of your skin and the smell of your sex. And I love the fact that you are all hot and bothered, more so than usual, when you ovulate.”
Jesus. He drove her crazy. She sucked in a breath and held it. Ovulate?
“Uh huh.” He placed kisses along her neck, and she tilted her head to the side for better access. “You want me so bad right now, you can’t even hold still.”
True enough, her legs were quivering. She hated he could read her so well. And loved it all at the same time.
“If you don’t want to get pregnant, we’re going to have to get creative for a few days, baby.”
“There’s always condoms…” What did the man have against latex?
“Nah, I prefer creative…” Without looking, he tied the lead rope off on the post next to him, let go of the foal and twisted Juliana around until they were smashed front to front and he was devouring her mouth. Making her hum deep in her chest.
When he came up for air, she was practically dizzy. She clenched her thighs together, her clit throbbing. “I…” Still a bit bashful about asking for what she wanted, she couldn’t finish the words.
“You never have let me shave you.”
She froze. Hadn’t he been kidding about that? “I’ve done an okay job myself, haven’t I?”
“Better than. But I still want a turn. How about you head for the house while I finish up here. When I come in, I want you stripped naked, sitting in the tub filled with warm water. It’s easier to shave after soaking anyway.”
He turned from her and left her standing there bereft of his touch, her breath coming out in short pants.
“How…?” She didn’t even finish the question. What had it been, anyway?
“Maybe we should make good use of that mirror again. It’s been a while. I think I’ll prop you up on that bench and tie you to it spread eagle so you can watch while I shave you until you’re so smooth I can rub my cheek against your pussy.”
She couldn’t walk. Her legs turned to Jell-O. Her clit throbbed harder against her jeans without any underwear. Most days Serg insisted she not wear any. He liked the thought of her bare beneath her jeans, her pussy rubbing up against the denim without any barrier.
It made her squirm. And today was worse. Ovulating did that?
“Better grab that post, baby. You look like you’re going to faint. You feeling okay?” His smirk told her he was teasing. Toying with her. “Hey, if you don’t want my cock in you, I’ll find something else to stuff in your tight pussy while you beg. It won’t be the same, but you won’t get pregnant either.”
Bastard.
“I’m sure we can find a vibrator or two to do the job.”
Now her jeans were soaking with her arousal, her chest was pounding, and damn, she wanted to taste his cock, suck him into her mouth and swallow him until he was as aroused as she was. She stared at his crotch and smiled. He was hard.
He kept moving around as if this were a normal everyday conversation. Putting stuff away, stacking blankets—heck, she didn’t really know what he was doing. She wasn’t paying that much attention.
Suddenly, he was right in front of her. One hand reached to cup her sex while the other traced her breast. “You’re so hot, baby. So fucking sexy. Go inside and do what I said before I strip you naked right here in the barn and fuck you silly. I don’t think you want my brothers to walk in on that. And I know you don’t want my cock in your tight little pussy right now.”
She regained a tiny piece of her brain when he let go of her crotch, not before dragging his fingers across her clit. “Promise me you won’t get me pregnant before I’m ready. Please, Serg.”
The laughter on his face vanished. Serious as could be, he looked her in the eye. “Juliana, I’d never, ever do anything you don’t want. I swear, you will not conceive until you tell me you want to. Trust me?”
He cherished her. It was written all over his face. She knew it in her soul. “I love you, Sergius Durham.”
“And I love you, Juliana Durham.”
Stunned, her mouth fell open.
He grinned. “Sounds nice, huh? Want to make it official?”
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack. I know it’s fast, but it’s right.” He stared at her wide-open mouth. “What do you say?”
Her lips came together and she swallowed while he held his breath. “I say ‘yes’.”
Sergius lifted her in the air and swung her around. He kissed her senseless before he set her back on her feet.
“Bath,” he muttered. “Naked.”
“How long will you be?”
“Not long enough for you to get yourself off. Keep your hands above the water and wait for me. I want to watch you come. See your expression when you explode around my fingers while you’re at the horniest time of the month. Go.” He patted her ass and turned around.
“Promises, promises,” she said to his back before she sprinted toward the house.
About the Author
Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two kids. When she isn’t writing, she can be found reading, editing, scrapbooking, running, swimming, biking, or taxiing kids all over creation. She doesn’t sleep much…or sit down often…but she loves to be busy! Unlike many other authors, Becca had never written a single word until a few years ago. After enjoying several years on the editing side of the business, Becca decided to give writing a try. Now she can’t stop! And the voices in her head are clamoring to get out faster than she can get them onto “paper”! Still experimenting with both contemporary and paranormal genres, there is no telling what she may come up with next. To learn more about Becca Jameson, visit her blog at www.beccajameson.com, email her at [email protected], or tweet her @beccajameson.
Cat got your tongue?
Wolf Nip
© 2013 Vivian Arend
Granite Lake Wolves, Book 6
Tessa Williams is looking to make her mark outside the family business, and the unusual landlocked paddle wheeler she spots in Haines, Alaska, strikes her as the perfect location. Only the owner is being difficult, refusing to sell. Still, she’s sure that replacing her written queries with a little in-person charm is all she’ll need to shortly have her Eco-tour B&B on the road to success.
Local wolf-slash-owner of said vessel, Mark Weaver, isn’t hanging on to the landmark building out of spite. There are more reasons for holding back the sale than are easily explained on paper. A face-to-face meeting to resolve the matter only confounds it—when Mark recognizes Tessa as his mate.
But she’s a cat...and cats don’t do insta-mates.
The sexual attraction between them isn’t in question, just everything else. He wants her. She wants twue wuv. His wolf can’t figure out what the holdup is. Her cat thinks the entire situation, and the pack, are rather amusing.
Somewhere in here is the beginning of a beautiful relationship—if they don’t drive each other mad.
Warning: One hyper cat, one laid-back wolf. Inappropriate use of permanent markers, and a heaping side dish of cat/dog jokes. Shenanigans (read: nookie) in front of a roaring fire. Spiced liberally with sarcasm. Enjoy!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Wolf Nip:
It took a moment to spot his mystery woman. She wasn’t where Mark had expected. For some reason she’d crawled on top of her car hood and was up on her tiptoes examinin
g his house.
He’d never had a peeping tom like this one. He stepped across the lawn space. “Hello. Can I help you?”
She landed on her heels, her brilliant smile dazzling him. Bright green eyes snapped to meet his and somewhere deep inside his wolf rumbled awake.
“Are you Mark Weaver?”
“I am.”
She clasped her hands together and bounced, literally, setting the entire car into motion. “Awesome. I’m Tessa, and I’m so glad to meet you.”
Tessa. The name didn’t register, but he automatically accepted her outstretched hand intent on helping her down off the hood.
Only instinct kept him vertical as she jumped lightly and landed beside him. The rest of him was a bundle of unplanned reactions, his wolf lurching to the surface and damn near howling in delight. The wind caught her hair again, ruffling it around her face. The breeze also brought her scent to him, and his mouth watered.
His body grew tight with need. His legs quivered.
“Ahem.”
Mark jerked to attention. Tessa stood in front of him, her fingers caught in his, their bodies nearly touching. Sometime in the past ten seconds, he’d lowered his head toward her neck and taken a good long sniff.
It was like shooting a bottle of moonshine except the hangover kick arrived simultaneously with the pleasure buzz.
“Mark, if you don’t mind, I need my hand back.” She grasped him around the wrist and tugged herself free from his clasp.
Embarrassed and yet excited at the same time, Mark let her go and forced himself to stand in place rather than crowd forward. There had to be a protocol he wasn’t aware of that explained how you were supposed to react upon meeting your mate for the first time.
Mate. Yeah, his once-and-forever, fated-and-soon-to-be-mated woman. Once he found out a few minor details, like who she was, they could get down to the important stuff. Like him carrying her inside, finding a bed.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and batted her lashes, and his heart raced. Patience, Mark. Patience…
“Tessa. What brings you to Haines?”
“I’m here—”
He meant to give her time to answer. Meant to ask her in. Meant to do all sorts of things, actually, but what he did was lose control. He closed the distance between them, cupped his hand around the back of her neck and dragged them together so he could kiss her.
Whatever she planned on telling him was lost as his lips covered hers.
The taste of her? Ambrosia. The feel of her against his body? He’d died and gone to heaven. She nestled in tighter and her breasts rubbed his chest. His wolf nudged him harder, and he was powerless to resist the command, tangling their tongues until air became a dire need.
But the idea of stopping was unthinkable.
His wolf wanted more. Forget making it into the house and a bedroom, the beast wanted him to pick her up and wrap her legs around his waist. Lean her back over the car hood and take her right there. Strip her down and wallow in her scent and sex it up until they were both too sated to move.
Mark’s human side figured most of that was dandy as well. He was far enough gone in lust that even the sex-in-public bit didn’t sound like too bad of an idea.
Two cool hands cupped his burning-hot cheeks as Tessa managed to disengage their lips and wiggle away until her face returned to view. She was smiling, but confusion clouded her pretty eyes. “Hi. I think we should start this again. I’m Tessa Williams. I sent you a proposal to buy your house.”
Shock was a good mood killer. Icy-cold restraint returned. “You’re T. Williams?”
She wiggled out of his clutches and straightened her sweater. “I am. It’s a beautiful place. We’ll need to make a few changes though, but if you don’t mind me looking around, I’m sure we’ll be able to come to an agreement.”
Mark pulled his mouth shut. This was the person who wanted to purchase his home? “You’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow.”
“I was too eager to see the place to hang out in Whitehorse overnight. We can wait until the scheduled time for the meeting if that’s better for you.” Tessa pulled out a small mirror and lipstick, and touched up her lips with a fiery red colour he was tempted to lean over and lick off. He battled his wolf into submission. Stubborn beast didn’t want to talk. Wanted to take.
Mark got the sentiment, but… “We can discuss the house in a minute. First…”
His wolf poked him again, and this time he wasn’t too distracted by lust to get the message. He took another breath, running his gaze over her entire body. Analyzing the way she stood, the way she’d moved.
Tessa crossed her arms in front of her, which only framed those flawless breasts a little more. “Yes?”
“I’m a wolf.”
She nodded slowly. “I figured that out about two seconds after we met. And this is important…why?”
“You’re a cat.”
A cute pout appeared on her succulent lips. “You have issues with that?”
Mark shook his head even as he wondered how in the world this was going to work out. “You’re perfect.”
Light laughter escaped her. “Thank you, but I’m not sure what brought that on.”
Good grief. If she’d been a wolf, he wouldn’t need to have this conversation. They would have met and known they were the one for each other. As it was, his wolf continued to do the lupine equivalent of pacing, and it was a pretty damn uncomfortable sensation.
There must be more logical ways to approach this, but his logic meter had gone out of whack at the first sniff. The words blurted from him like homing missiles.
“My wolf says you’re my mate.”
Tessa’s eyes widened. “Oh, really?”
He nodded. “That’s why I kind of attacked you back there. The kiss and all.”
“Okay, I wondered about that.” Tessa glanced him over then shrugged. “Well, that’s interesting. So, do you want to meet regarding my proposal now, or tomorrow?”
Confusion swirled with need, making his brain foggy. “That’s interesting? That’s all you’ve got to say about me telling you we’re mates?”
Rescue in the Smokies
Becca Jameson
Only one will win the right to call her “mate”.
Durham Wolves, Book 1
Sergius Durham and his brothers are legendary trackers in these parts, and only the local sheriff knows why. They’re wolf shifters, attempting to live quietly on their horse farm. A difficult task when they’re summoned every time a hiker goes missing.
Serg knows there’s something different about his latest case the moment he touches her left-behind clothing. She is his mate, and nothing will stop him from finding and claiming her—except maybe the repeat-offending nuisance of a vampire who lured her off the trail.
Juliana Polanski isn’t sure how she got so lost, but there’s no mistaking her instant attraction to her rescuer. No denying the passion that explodes between them when rain drives them into a cave for shelter—or at his home, in his bed, even after the crazy, improbable truth of his heritage comes out.
Yet Serg knows the danger isn’t over. At any moment Julianna could be kidnapped right out of his arms—by the only creature the Durham brothers have never been able to track.
Warning: This book contains hunky shape-shifters living in the mountains, hot steamy sex in caves, mind-blowing oral, mild bondage, and wild abandonment in front of mirrors.
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Table of Contents
Dedication
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
Epilogue
About the Author
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