She whimpered at the loss.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. Are you ready for me?”
She nodded, lowered her chest farther, pressing to Reed, then wiggled her butt. She was past ready. Needy and achy.
Josh pressed the tip of his cock to her back entrance, and she moaned. He pressed forward, and her body burned and stretched, letting him in. He paused as she adjusted to his size because he was far greater in girth than just fingers. Reed held still, his cock in her pussy, as Josh seated himself fully in her ass.
So. Full.
They worked in tandem, filling her, and she sank deep into her bliss, only hearing them breathe and groan at the contact. Finally she reached her crest and came in an explosion of tingles, Josh and Reed following close behind. They all collapsed in a sweaty heap, limbs entangled and chests rising and falling.
Josh kissed her neck. “This may hurt.” He pulled out, the burning increasing, but she felt too much like liquid honey to care.
“We need to do this more often.” Josh laughed.
“I think you both killed me,” Hannah said.
“Well,” Reed added, “it is called the little death after all.”
Josh grunted. “Who you calling little?”
They laughed and kissed, and Hannah snuggled in to their embrace.
Yeah, this was totally worth it.
****
A couple of weeks later, Reed leaned into Josh’s side and watched North dance with their wife around the room, while she looked beautiful in her wedding dress. The strapless gown hugged her generous curves and flared out like a mermaid’s fins. To him, she looked like a princess.
His princess.
Josh put an arm around his shoulders and hugged him closer. “She’s pretty hot, isn’t she?”
“We’re two very lucky guys.”
Josh sighed. “Tell me about it.”
Reed took a deep breath. “I know we don’t know everything that will happen, but the bond will hold us together. You’re home.”
Josh lifted his lips in a small smile. “Yeah, I know. And now that I’m an enforcer for your dad, I can actually do something with all this new-found strength.”
“Well, I like your strength for other things too.” Reed grinned.
Josh laughed and kissed his temple.
Ellie stormed past them, glaring, with Maddox trailing behind her.
“Maddox.” Reed grabbed his brother’s arm and stopped him. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I just need to deal with something. Go on, enjoy your day.” Maddox walked away, froze, shook his head, and turned in the opposite direction Ellie had gone.
Reed looked to Josh for a clue, but Josh just shook his head.
Whatever. This wasn’t the time. This was their day. Well, Hannah’s day. He and Josh were there to watch her. Nothing wrong with that.
The room quieted, and Reed stiffened at the newcomer to their reception. No one moved or dared to take a breath.
Adam.
His brother looked like hell. Dark circles smeared under his eyes, and he looked like he’d just come off a bender. Shit. What had happened?
“Adam?” his mother asked, taking a hesitant step toward him.
“Sorry it took me so long to come back,” Adam grunted.
And yet for all the time he’d been gone, he looked even worse.
Hannah walked up to Reed and Josh, and they held her close. “Remember, we can’t heal him if he doesn’t want it, Reed. We’ll just be here for him and wait.”
He pulled her closer, and hugged Josh who leaned toward them both. Their trinity bond sparked between them, flaring with a heat that that would only extinguish in their bedroom. With their clothes off.
Though not all was bedroom activities.
The Centrals were out there watching. They’d lost their Alpha, but was that a good thing? Corbin’s ruthless soul sunk into the depths of a dark morality. He might be an enemy far worse than the narcissistic Hector. They’d bound the demon to their world. According to the elders, Caym couldn’t bring his friends into this world. And hopefully they could kill him now. But was that enough? The odds against them seemed insurmountable.
Josh leaned over and kissed him, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“Hey, stop thinking,” Josh admonished. “It’s our mating ceremony.”
Hannah kissed his jaw. “Everything will still be here tomorrow. Let’s just take a day that’s all for us.”
“I could do that.” Reed grinned.
Across the room, baby Brie squealed, and Finn giggled. Hannah sighed in Reed’s arms.
“So,” he whispered in her ear, “you wanna go start making one of those?”
Josh coughed. “Smooth.”
Hannah smiled. “Okay, let’s go.”
Reed’s eyes widened. “Really?”
Hannah hiked up her dress to her knees. “Come on. Let’s go. Let’s not waste any more time.” She scurried through the throngs of people, and Josh laughed.
“I love that woman.” Reed sighed.
“Oh, I know. I love her too.” Josh agreed.
Reed quirked a brow. “Race ya to her.”
“You’re on.”
They followed their curly-haired beauty, pointedly ignoring the laughter of his knowing family. Yeah, it was good to be a Jamenson.
Epilogue
Dammit!
Corbin flung the glass against the wall. The shattered pieces splattered over the floor.
Caym walked up from behind him and caressed his cheek. “Why are you so upset?”
“Why do you think? We lost them, and they bound you.”
“Hush, we didn’t need them. They took care of your father anyway.”
Caym leaned down and brushed his lips across Corbin’s. Tingles shot down his spine.
“Plus,” Caym added, “I don’t need to open another portal. I think I have our answers right here.”
“What?”
“Another of my kind.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It just came to my attention. But don’t worry. I think this one will be of help to us. Nothing that’s happened will foil our plans.”
Corbin sneered. He’d lost his father and sister, but now he was Alpha. He’d make the Redwoods pay for what they’d done. And with Caym and the other demon by his side, nothing could stop them.
The End
Coming next from Carrie Ann:
A start to a brand new series called Dante’s Circle. Dust of My Wings, book one in the series is coming soon.
And don’t miss Enforcer’s Redemption, book four in the Redwood Pack Series
Adam’s Story, coming soon.
About the Author
Carrie Ann Ryan is a paranormal and contemporary romance author. After spending too much time behind a lab bench, she decided to dive into the romance world and find her werewolf mate - even if it’s just in her books. Happy endings are always near - even if you have to get over the challenges of falling in love first.
Her first book, An Alpha's Path, is the first in her Redwood Pack series. She's also an avid reader and lover of romance and fiction novels. She love meeting new authors and new worlds. Any recommendations you have are appreciated. Carrie Ann lives in New England with her husband and two kittens.
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Did you miss Book 1 in the Redwood Pack series?
An Alpha’s Path is now available
Chapter 1
The thundering in Melanie Cross’s ears increased as her breath became shallow. Palms sweaty, she bit her lip and nervously tapped her foot, as she took in her surroundings. The lobby looked like a palace. Tall, cream colored pillars and chocolate molding surrounded the opulent sitting area. Gorgeous light fixtures with tear dr
op crystals hung from the walls and the ceiling, giving the room a soft glow. Warm and inviting. But she didn’t want to feel invited. She wanted to leave. Run away and never look back.
What was she thinking? Melanie was a smart, hardworking person. A freshly printed PhD in Nuclear Chemistry and a painstakingly long, nine hundred page, leather bound thesis sat on her desk, proved it. She could accomplish things on her own. Her ideas were acclaimed, and her work referenced numerous times. Any job her heart desired, now hers for the asking. Because of this she was about to bypass the normal post-doc route of working underneath yet another professor. Now she would be an Associate Professor with her own research group at an Ivy League University.
She gained a few close friends over the years, and even though she didn’t have an overly active social life – okay she didn’t have one to speak of – she thought her life was just peachy.
Yet her friends thought with all of the accomplishments in her educational career she was still uptight. Some even said she was missing her ideal husband. But her closest friend Larissa decided she just needed to get laid.
Mel thought back to when her best friend first told her this crazy idea.
“Really Melanie, when was the last time you got laid? First year? Even earlier? It’s ridiculous! You are practically a born-again virgin.” Larissa laughed at her own joke and then slid a business card across her newly cleared off lab bench.
“What’s this?” A name printed on the card, Jamenson Services, stared back at her. “You’re sending me to a gigolo?” She gasped and tried to throw the card away before Larissa quickly swiped it from her hands.
“No. The Jamensons are contractors. The man who owns it is an acquaintance of mine. He built the new green house at my parents. Come on, you need a date and so does he. It is only for one evening, and sex isn’t required. But honestly, the way those Jamenson boys are built, you’ll be dropping your panties at his command,” Larissa lifted one eyebrow and laughed again.
“Oh I don’t think so. I’m not that desperate. It’s just that I’ve been so focused on my work that I didn’t have time to date a man, let alone look for one.” Melanie knew she could’ve just looked across the lab bench for the last five years to find a date. But really Timmy wasn’t at all that worth to look.
“Honey, you are too rigid. You need one night off before you skip ahead to the next part of your life. Call the number on the card and talk to Jasper. He’s the brother of the guy I think would be perfect for you. Do it and get laid.” She laughed, pushing the card in Melanie’s hand.
Somewhere deep down Melanie knew Larissa was right. Melanie didn’t throw the card away. She couldn’t. Now six weeks later, she found herself sitting in the Hilton Resort in Seattle, about to vomit on the new black Fuck-Me pumps Larissa forced her to wear.
“Miss? Are you okay?”
At the sound of a deep voice, her head shot up to look at a very handsome man. Dark skinned, with piercing eyes, he surveyed her. Oh my, is this her date?
“Oh I’m fine. Just getting the nerve to walk into the bar, to get even more nerve to wait for my date.” She winced at how fast and squeaky she spoke but really – why was she even here?
“I’m the manager, Lance Morse, let me walk you to the bar, and get you a shot of that nerve.” He winked and she smiled him.
Melanie took a deep breath. “Okay.” Wow. Surely, anyone could tell she was Dr. Melanie Cross, rather than the dumb blonde she seemed to be portraying. Or not.
He took her arm and guided her away from where she sat for twenty minutes regretting her decisions. Lance walked her toward the bar, while talking about the various hotel and resort amenities and events. She nodded while he spoke, as she felt the bar beckon her.
“Here we are. Thank you again for coming. If you need anything, feel no hesitation in asking one of my employees to assist you or ask for me by name. Enjoy your evening, Melanie Cross.”
She smiled then stopped breathing for a moment. “How…”
“Your friend, Larissa, texted me earlier to be on the lookout for a small, shy blonde by the name of Melanie Cross and you seemed to fit the description. I took a gamble.” He smiled.
Before she could respond, he winked again and walked out of the bar leaving her alone.
As she sat down, a Bay Breeze magically appeared in front of her and the bartender winked at her as he walked away. Did all men at this hotel wink? Her phone buzzed as she was just about to get freaked out.
Melanie babe, please relax. Your date should be there soon. Take a nice drink of that concoction and enjoy your evening. Oh and get laid.
Melanie laughed. Larissa possessed a one-track mind. She took a drink when her phone buzzed again.
Just remember to keep an open mind. He really is quite sweet and won’t bite. Well, only occasionally. And only if you want him to.
What the hell?
****
Kade Jamenson stepped into the lobby and was immediately assaulted by the delicate honey vanilla scent wafting throughout the room. His muscles clenched and he balled his fists, gaining control.
Mate?
He tried to tone down his edginess, but it felt as though his wolf was trying to claw his way out from the inside.
He spoke to the wolf inside his head, “It surely smells like a possibility. But we are here for a date with a human. I am not so callous as to stand up a perfectly reasonable date just so I can follow a scent that could lead to disaster. Let me figure out this date first and then I will follow the scent if we have to. We already made the mistake of the wrong mate once; I don’t want to do it again.”
Mate!
His wolf was right. He knew the woman who could be his mate wasn’t even in the room, yet her scent and the urge to join with another was stronger by far than with Tracy. Kade took a deep breath of the honey vanilla scent and his balls tightened.
Damn. This woman was potentially his mate. How could this happen the night he finally took up his brother’s, Jasper, offer of a blind date?
He quickly texted Jasper to let him know that he needed to break his date or do some major rescheduling and thinking. He couldn’t be respectful to this human woman if he was aroused by another scent. It wasn’t fair to any party.
His phone buzzed not one minute later with a response.
Kade, don’t be an ass. Just go meet Melanie and I am sure you will have your answers.
After that cryptic comment, Kade didn’t know what to think. Jasper told him, Melanie was a 5’2” petite blonde who should fit against his 6’2” frame nicely. Those liquid brown eyes that gazed up at him from her photograph, made him want to know what was behind them. That was a first for him. He might have been slightly nervous about the date but he was oh so willing and eager to meet with her. Just remembering her photo made him smile and want to see her in person. He was an Alpha male with no small amount of pride. Hell, he was the Heir to the Redwood Pack, first in line to the throne. Kade took one last deep breath of that honey vanilla scent and squared his shoulders.
He had a date with a pretty blonde.
Did you miss Book 2 in the Redwood Pack series?
A Taste for a Mate is now available
Chapter 1
The scent of cinnamon and sugar danced on the air as Willow Delton heaved opened the heavy oven door to remove her prized cinnamon rolls. The plump, buttery pastries were baked to perfection, and she set them on the counter to cool. The only thing missing was her thick and creamy frosting, but that would have to wait.
Willow stood back and stared around her commercial grade kitchen. She’d started her bakery from scratch, and it had grown into a successful, albeit small, business. Incredible, really. She’d never thought the day would arrive when she finally had a place to call her own. She was right where she wanted to be. Her favorite part of the day was being able to meet one-on-one with her customers. She loved the looks on their faces when they bit into her temptations, that look of ecstasy not seen on this side of the bedroom door
that flashed across their eyes.
Of course, that particular look as the result of a man was long absent from Willow’s face. Too excruciatingly long.
She stood back and closed her eyes, conjuring the memory of her mystery man’s face. The image that filled her mind made her forget the lack of human contact. The thought of his deep, husky voice tickled her spine whenever he spoke. Green eyes caught her in his web with only a glance. She’d fallen for a stranger and didn’t even know his name. He’d come into her store every morning and ordered a cinnamon roll and coffee with only a few words. Then he ‘d pay cash before lifting up the corner of his mouth in a semblance of a smile and walking out of her store. Was it strange she worried he’d keep walking and never return?
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