“No, my,” I pant and breath heavily, squashing down a moan in my own throat so I can finish my own words. “No my alpha, I do not,” he starts rubbing faster, but still as light. So good. “Wish to come.” I pant out quickly even as Booker protests louder, through his gag rattling his chains at me. Paris stops rubbing my clit and kisses me on the temple lightly.
“Outstanding little wolf.”
I try to get my breathing back under control, wondering what is next. Paris turns me around again and pulls down the blindfold. I’m facing the couch in the room again, away from Booker and looking straight into dark eyes of a werewolf who is itching to come to the surface. Paris’s control over his beast is so impressive. He dips his head towards me and sears his lips to mine, plunging his tongue down my throat. He’s hungry and horny for me and I find myself wanting to touch him. But by not touching him until instructed to, it’s turning his anticipation on as much as mine. It’s a mutual delight.
We pull apart panting for air and I can tell what is coming next. Paris reaches out to me telepathically, finally.
I have to have you. He tells me walking me over to the couch. “Put your hands on the sofa, you know the position, little wolf.” He husks at me and I smile as I place my hands on the arm of the sofa, my legs wide, my ass up high. Paris slaps my wet lips a few times with his hard cock and we both moan before he pushes himself into me, without warning or any more foreplay. I’m so damn wet, he slides in easily. He takes a moment to pause and wrap his head around the feeling of our joining. I sigh with the greatest of pleasures, that he is finally inside me.
“Do you have anything to say little wolf? You may speak freely now.”
“Yes my alpha.” I husk back at him looking back over my shoulder at Paris as he grabs my hips. “I love you.” It’s enough to drive Paris wild. I can see the animal in him provoked to it’s limit and he starts thrusting and moaning as he goes deep and slow on me.
“I love you too little wolf, with all my heart.” I don’t know if I can handle his slow steady thrusts. I am so amped up from all the foreplay that my body’s control is fraying greatly. “Come at will sweetheart.”
Thank you. I silently say to him in response as he begins to pick up the pace again.
“Oh god,” Paris thrusts faster, racing to match my orgasm.
“My alpha,” His balls bang against my ass and the slap of our skin together only serves to turn us on even more. My head drops and I can see beads of sweat dropping off my face, my arms are shaking from holding myself upright, “Paris!” I cry out and come, my body shaking all over as I finally am allowed my release. I feel it deep in my gut, my sex throbbing around Paris.
He shouts loudly coming a thrust after me. We hold on, him to me, me to him, as I reach behind for his arms, as we attempt to ride out the orgasm. But my arms are still shaking and my fingers are digging into his skin too hard and shifting into claws, the talons sinking in as the orgasm fires through me, I can feel my claws sink through the muscle of his arms and Paris’s power flares like a tsunami. I am shape shifting from the power of my orgasm. I can’t stop the feeling, the power washing over me, shaking my body, till it will let the werewolf within out. I’ve been needing this, ever since we left New York. And now the power between Paris and I is unlocking my shape shift with effortless ease.
“Fuck yes!” Paris remains inside me and drops one hand either side of my shoulders, so I can see, his arms are shifting along with me. We are shape shifting together, it’s beautiful to be so in sync with someone that your wants are theirs and theirs are yours and together it’s everything you ever wanted.
33
When I come to, Paris is already dressed again, and sitting on the sofa, with me, laying my head in his lap, naked. “Hey,” I greet him with and he bends down to plant a chaste kiss on my forehead. I have no idea how long I was in my tribal form.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” He says, lifting me up into a sitting position. As I sit up I feel tiredness creep over me. A good session will wear me out, every time.
I pause to try and gather my remaining energy. “I’m already gone.” I giggle and drop my legs off the sofa and see my feet are bare.
“The strap on your shoes broke when you shifted, but luckily that was all, you didn’t buckle the actual shoe. I think they’ll be easy to fix.” Paris says to me and I see my dress is now draped over the end of the sofa for me and my shoes and purse sitting down by the end of the sofa on the floor. I stand up and slip my feet into the heels. Grab my purse, pulling out my spare lingerie, slipping in to it.
“How long did I shift for?” I ask him, sliding my knickers up my legs.
“An hour.” Paris replies back at me.
I nod my head. “It’s not an unreasonable time frame, given my need for stress relief, rather than injury.” I say acknowledging that my shape shifts vary greatly depending on how stressed or emotionally charged I am. If I’m under duress, they’re generally short and barely hold. If I’m injured, then healing time is required and my werewolf somehow knows this and keeps me in a shift much longer, for hours on end. If I’m excited from orgasm, it can be short and sweet or a bit longer, but generally not as long a time as injury time. “Especially considering I suck at shape shifting.”
Paris smiles over at me as I put my breasts back into my bra. “Nothing sucked about your shape shift tonight. Mmm,” he says as if remembering. “Besides, I shifted with you, do you remember that?” He asks.
When I first started dating Paris, I could not remember anything that happened during my shape shift or when I was in my werewolf form. But we worked on that and now I am able to recall time when in my werewolf form.
“Yes, that was amazing,” I say straightening up and lifting up my dress. “I think you came again immediately after the shift, because you were still inside me.”
Paris nods his head. “Yeah, just started mounting your pretty little ass and spilling myself inside you.” He smiles and I step into my dress and have a thought.
The whole time we’ve been on our honeymoon, we’ve had unprotected sex. No condoms. Which is fine, most of the time, because I’m on birth control. Only, I haven’t taken any birth control for the last few days, in fact, I ran out of pills before we left New York. I try to ignore the panic in my head and keep pulling my dress up and over my body. There’s probably no need to panic, I mean, werewolves females find it incredibly hard to fall pregnant, our birth rates have been declining for years. It’d literally have to be a miracle for me to get knocked up. Only I know, I’m fertile. We proved it once, by accident and I lost the pup before the end of the first tri-mester. And we had agreed on a schedule for pups, that we weren’t going to do this immediately.
I try to brush the thought out of my head and turn around my back to Paris, looking over my shoulder.
“Zip me up?” He walks over and slowly zips up my dress, before running his hands over my backside again, giving it a little pat.
What’s wrong? He asks me telepathically. He’s so damn perceptive.
Nothing.
Please don’t lie to me after what when down in here tonight, we need to leave all lies behind us. Paris says back at me and I look without turning my head to the back of the room. I can still see Booker’s foot in restraints. He’s quiet.
It’s not what you might think. I state back at him, brushing down my dress.
Tell me. He insists.
I just realized, I haven’t taken any birth control the whole time we’ve been on our honeymoon. I tell him looking through my purse and closing it before looking up at him. He takes my chin in his hand and kisses me, solidly. It’ a kiss, of warmth, strength and protection.
We’re in this together, you know. I smile back at him, my heart fluttering a little at his assurance. Pulling out my compact and lipstick, I re-apply blue lipstick, watching myself in the mirror before clicking the compact closed again.
Paris looks me over. “Ready to go?”
I turn my head to
the side, so it’s in profile, so Booker can see it, but I do not look at him, rather I look straight ahead. “Yes,” I say and take the lead as Paris follows me out of the room. He closes the door behind us and I pause to take a deep breath.
“Please don’t worry about him.” Paris assures me softly in a low voice. “I took out his gag, when I came to, and removed the cock ring. The poor guy, couldn’t wait any longer, he shot his load all over my arm. Tried to rub against it, for friction actually. Then he fell into a heavy sleep. He hasn’t been sedated again. Won’t need to be, he’ll be worn out enough from that.”
“But you didn’t undo his restraints?” I ask as we start walking away from the room.
“No, I’ll get Laurent’s pets to do that, with instructions to let him go. Weather they do or not, is on them and up to Booker. I’ve shown him all the damn patience I have for him. From here on in, if he fails to respect our relationship, and stay the hell away from you, there will be consequences far greater than a delayed orgasm.” Paris says with his hand on the small of my back as we descend the staircase back to the lobby of the mansion, where Laurent Masson appears to be waiting, as she looks up at us, smiling. Smug bitch.
“Do you think she had cameras in there, watching us?”
“The whole time.” Paris replies back at me in a low voice.
“I hate that bitch.” I whisper to Paris through a bright smile as I look down at Laurent, watching us.
Paris kisses my temple again. The party still appears to be in full swing downstairs. Music and moaning, moving bodies, frotting and mingling everywhere. It’s all happening.
“Yeah, me too.”
“She better not show her smug face in New York.” I whisper at Paris.
“You have my permission to show your claws, when she does.” Paris answers me as we take the last step down, together.
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Booker Parish is a lovestruck lycan. He’s been in love with the first werewolf he ever met, seventeen years ago. Only, she doesn’t love him, and he found that out the hard way, when he tried the grand gesture of stopping her marriage by declaring his undying love for her. Now, back in Brooklyn, New York Booker sees the error of his ways, and how his focused has been twisted. There’s another female in his life that has also warranted his attention. Now that he’s got his first love out of his system, Booker thinks, it might be time to let her know. But love can be killer, when werewolves are involved, and he just might not get that chance to restart his love life over.
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Jules Teehlan’s job is specific but not necessarily simple. Keep the pack mate of the Manhattan Maen werewolf leader safe. That’s it. But becoming overly familiar with Bg Sommers, the pack mate in question, means Jules is going to get more than the riot act. It mean’s a scarring that goes beyond the physical and borders on breaking an assumed trust. For him and another werewolf.
Wanton Werewolf
Conall Wakely has a problem. He wants everything and he doesn’t do well when he doesn’t get it. So when Bg Sommers comes onto his radar, he has to have her. When Conall first meets Bg Sommers, that want he has for everything, goes into overdrive and in usual Conall style, he goes with it and for it. But hindsight into himself and his wanting needs as a werewolf is earned when ignoring the rules of wanting, means regardless breaking of a heart one to many times.
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All it takes is a week out of this world to wake up a lycan and for everything you've ever known, to change, completely. Booker Parish wakes up in a Brooklyn hospital bed as a lycan and finds there is more than difficulty in adjusting to his new life as a wolf. And her name is Bg Sommers.
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Wiatt D’arenberg a Manhattan Maen werewolf and Tatum Lee, a pregnant lycan are in love. They’re beginning to prepare for their future life together in the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack, as pack mates with a pup along the way. But for Tatum Lee, she can only truly achieve the life her and Wiatt want together, if she lets go of the ghosts of her past life. Which means acknowledging she’s now a lycan by confronting the wolf who made her one. Wiatt’s none to happy about it but agrees to accompany Tatum to Boston so she can settle her past pain, and find out about the bloodlines r
unning through her now. But leaving Boston, might not be an option if the past has anything to say about Tatum and Wiatt’s life ahead.
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