Warren swept me up in his arms and raced upstairs in no time flat. Desperate to get naked, I used my little fire trick to get rid of our clothes. “Remind me to fill the master closet with as many outfits as it can hold, so you never have to worry about burning whatever we’re wearing. It’s hot as fuck to know that you’re so desperate to get my cock inside of you that you don’t care what happens to your clothes.”
He pinned me to the mattress and devoured my mouth, leaving me panting for more when he finally lifted his head. I whimpered in protest as his mouth trailed down my neck and across my chest. The sound turned into a moan when his lips wrapped around one of my pebbled nipples. I felt each tug of his lips deep in my core.
“I love your tits,” he whispered as he shifted to the other side to give it the same attention before moving down to circle his tongue around my belly button. “I love the idea of my baby growing inside you.”
My hips lifted off the mattress as he drifted lower, his mouth hovering over my pussy. “I love your pussy, and how fucking wet it gets for me. Only me.”
“I guess I’d better get used to hearing the L-word—”
I completely lost the ability to think or speak when he lifted my knees over his shoulders and gripped my butt cheeks to raise me up towards his mouth so he could lick me from top to bottom. I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust as he devoured me with his mouth, his tongue alternating between flicking at my clit and dipping inside me in long, slow strokes. All I could do was take what Warren was giving me because he was in complete control of my body in this position. And boy, did he use that control wisely, driving me to the edge of an orgasm fast and hard.
“Please. So close,” I panted.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he urged as he sunk two fingers inside me. As soon as my orgasm crashed over me, he rose to his knees, gripped my hips, and sank his entire length into me with one powerful thrust. “Who do you belong to, Opal?”
“You.”
He rewarded me with a swivel of his hips. “And why do you belong to me, baby?”
I cupped his cheek with my palm as I stared into his eyes and answered, “Because I love you.”
“Not just that, baby.” He slowly dragged his cock out of me until only the tip remained lodged in my pussy. “It’s because we love each other.”
He drove his hips forward again, and I whimpered, “Yes.”
“I belong to you just as much as you belong to me.”
Knowing this incredible man was mine pushed me closer to the edge. I swiveled my hips to get him deeper. He took the hint and picked up his pace, slamming into me over and over again. “I’m already so close.”
“Good, baby. I can’t wait to feel your pussy squeeze me, milking my come out of me so I can put my baby in you.”
“Oh, fuck! Oh, shit,” I gasped in shock when his words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm was the strongest I’d ever had and I felt like it went on forever, with Warren driving in and out of me before he finally anchored his cock deep inside me and roared with his own climax.
Our chests heaved as we tried to catch our breath, and Warren collapsed on the mattress next to me. After a few minutes, he rolled onto his back and I scooted close and rested my head in the crook of his arm. “Who knew that talking about knocking me up would be so sexy.”
“I don’t know,” he drawled, trailing his fingers up my spine. “It might’ve been a one-time thing. Maybe we won’t find it as sexy next time.”
I tilted my head back to look up at him and suggested, “We should probably try again soon.”
“Just to be sure,” he agreed.
Dirty talk about getting me pregnant turned out to still be sexy three more times that night. And effective, since I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl nine and a half months later.
Epilogue
Warren
Seeing the Aldebrand and Ainsley covens mingling together with Opal at the center of it all, filled me with a bone-deep satisfaction. For someone who’d grown up without a family, my beautiful wife had done a fantastic job of bringing everyone together. It didn’t matter to her that she hadn’t met her father’s family until she was an adult, or that she was related to mine through marriage. Her heart was open to everyone—in sharp contrast to the mile-high walls she’d had up when we first met.
Opal wanted our daughter to have all the benefits of a big family growing up, and my mother and her grandfather were more than willing to go along with whatever she suggested if it meant they got to spend more time with their granddaughter. Oriana was only two years old, but she had both of them wrapped around her little finger.
Unfortunately, my baby girl had that effect on pretty much everyone she met—including the dragon shifter who was currently cradling her against his broad chest while she napped. “Explain to me again what Damien is doing here? I thought this was supposed to be a family gathering.”
Opal tapped her finger against her bottom lip, making me want to nip it. “I think my cousin invited him. Something about a loose connection between the Aldebrand coven and his hold.”
“It figures,” I grumbled. I’d never be able to get rid of the guy if he was linked to her family.
She leaned into my side and smiled up at me. “Don’t tell me you’re still holding your mother’s little taunt against him. He wasn’t even there to hear it, for Goddess’s sake!”
“I never claimed to be reasonable when it comes to you, baby.” I captured her lips in a quick but deep kiss.
“There’s no need to go all caveman over me, dear.” Opal tugged my hand on top of her slightly rounded belly. “You’ve already knocked me up again, so nobody could possibly mistake me for anything other than most definitely yours.”
“They’d better not,” I warned.
“Don’t worry. If they did, I’d toss a ring of fire around them and come find you.” Her reassurance made me chuckle because it was too easy to picture her doing exactly that. Opal’s powers had grown to a level that rivaled her grandfather, making her the second strongest Aldebrand witch—or at least that’s what Blake liked to call her since he enjoyed yanking my chain because I was the man who’d stolen his granddaughter away from him before he’d even found her. Opal had no qualms about pointing out that she was actually an Ainsley witch, although she’d been putting off stepping into the role of the coven’s maiden in favor of raising a family instead. Not that I was complaining. I was more than happy to fill our house with the pitter-patter of as many little feet as she wanted.
“Damien looks natural holding a baby.” I followed her gaze to where the dragon shifter was swaying back and forth with Oriana in his arms. “It’s sad that he hasn’t found his mate, yet.”
“It is,” I agreed, feeling a bit guilty for being not being a little more welcoming to the man who was still searching—after more years than anyone else I knew—for the woman who was meant to be his. I couldn’t imagine what my life would’ve been like if I hadn’t found Opal, and I’d never wish that fate on anyone.
Curious about my shifters? Damien doesn’t have his story yet, but he’s coming up soon! In the meantime, you can read all about The Black River Pack and The McMahon Clan.
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Crying Wolf
Black River Pack 1
Grace Shaw is on the run from her crazy ex-boyfriend who refuses to believe their relationship is over. He's a cop and is willing to use police resources to track her down. So Grace comes up with a plan and tricks his fellow brothers in blue into thinking he is crying wolf a couple of times when he reports her missing. Little does she know she'll go running into the arms of a real wolf when she finally makes her escape for real.
She just wants to be left alone, but then she meets Hunter Tate - the alpha of the Black River Pack. Grace tries to hold Hunter at arm's length, but there's just no reasoning with an alpha male werewolf who insists she's his mate.
AVAILABLE IN THE BLACK RIVER PACK SERIES!
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I absolutely adore reading—always have and always will. When I was growing up, my friends used to tease me when I would trail after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. If I have downtime, odds are you will find me reading or writing.
I am the mother of two wonderful sons who have inspired me to chase my dream of being an author. I want them to learn from me that you can live your dream as long as you are willing to work for it.
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