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Forbidden Bond: A Paranormal Shifter Romance (Silver Moon Wolf Pack Book 1)

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by Rae Foxx


  “I want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. I want you to feel me in all of your holes. And then I want to fill your ass with my cum.” God. What was it about this guy and his rough voice that sent me shivering, quaking, underneath him? Each word was a command, a desire, a promise.

  I may lead this pack, but Luke would always rule me.

  He would always be my Alpha.

  “Please, do it all.”

  I moaned as his finger continued to tickle against the sensitive spots of my skin, his other hand moving from my hip to my breast, pulling me back against him so that he could reach my clit easier.

  “As you wish.” Luke smiled, kissing my neck as he lifted me, carrying me to our bed as he stripped off my shorts.

  He nipped at my neck as he tossed me away, throwing me half over the long length of our bed.

  “Bare yourself. Show me what you want.” His command was harsh as he slapped my ass, and I did just that.

  Every part of me was tight with need and desire, my pussy wet and wanting as I moved to the edge of our bed, arranging myself on all fours before lowering to my chest. My ass in the air. Spread for him.

  He spanked me. Hard. I yelled; sure it was going to leave a mark. I didn’t care, I just fanned further, silently begging for more. He delivered, this time the sharp snap of his fingers hit against the edge of my pussy lips and I yelped.

  “Good girl. Now beg.” The sound of his zipper echoed over the empty silence of our bedroom, the sound pulling up my spine and straightened before wagging my ass before him.

  “Fuck my pussy.”

  He was inside of me before I had finished, both of us moaning as I took the full length of him in. He gripped my hips, pulling me closer as he bottomed out, his cock twitching inside of me.

  “Gladly.” He leaned over, whispering in my ear as he grabbed my breasts, cupping them firmly in his hands as he slid in and out.

  “Fuck!” I yelled, the pleasure of him, of his hands, of his dick, taking me right to the edge.

  “Yes, I am,” Luke whispered, slamming into me again. “But perhaps you want more.”

  “Please,” I moaned, knowing what he wanted. I lifted my ass higher, giving him full access as he slid from my pussy to press the head of his cock against my ass.

  “God, I love you,” he whispered as he spread me, his grip on my hips firm as he pushed his way inside.

  Everything spread, everything caught fire as he took me, my fingers moving over my clit as he fucked my ass.

  I came as he did, both of us stiffening as his cum filled me. His cock stiffened inside of me, holding me against him as we collapsed onto our bed, bodies, and limbs tangling in a sweaty heaving mess.

  “I love you,” Luke repeated through breaths, his lips pressing against my neck.

  “I love you more,” I teased, earning me another swat on the ass before we relaxed against each other.

  Everything about this felt so right.

  I could stay like this forever.

  A knock at the door interrupted my still heavy breathing.

  “What?” Luke barked toward the door, even though he was still inside of me, knotted in place as he planted a line of kisses over my back.

  “Luke, it’s Sela. There’s...well, you two should come and see what’s going on.” Emma was my Beta now, and once she was given a solid role in this pack, Emma had blossomed into a strong, independent woman. Long gone was the mousy girl with a flair for fashion. She still outshined me in the fashion department, but her self-confidence had replaced the shyness.

  I couldn’t have asked for someone more loyal. Thanks to all of that, I had gotten good at telling her tones. If it wasn’t for the laughter in her voice, I would probably be more worried. Sela was our daughter, a five-year-old firecracker who always got into trouble in the most remarkable ways. I didn't want to know what the next year would bring for her.

  For any of us really.

  At the mention of Sela, Luke had forgotten all about round two and was already throwing on his pants.

  “We’ll be there in a minute,” he yelled back, bouncing into the legs, pulling the waist up.

  I tossed the covers back with a groan. “That girl, I swear. We should’ve named her Trouble. A sweet name like Sela was wasted on that spitfire.”

  Luke laughed, hard and loud while pulling a t-shirt over his head. “You mean like Cami?”

  He gave me a grin as he pulled the covers off me and threw the clothes, he had so recently stripped off me, at my head.

  “Screw you,” I barked back, throwing myself off the bed and into my shorts and t-shirt.

  “I would, but we have to go intervene in whatever our girl has done. Come on, sweet innocent Cami.”

  I threw a pillow at his head, but he was already gone.

  I raced down the stairs after him, Emma had already retreated to wherever the trouble was.

  Last week she had been playing hide and seek with the others and had fallen asleep in the fields. Luke and I had searched for her for almost an hour before tracking her scent right between the corn and the wheat.

  Yesterday, she got in trouble for bossing around the other kids on the pack playground. It was already clear she had a little bit of Alpha strength in her.

  Looked like today would be no exception to her.

  One step into the communal clearing of our pack and I knew something was up.

  Everyone appeared to be here. It had been six years since I’d become Alpha of this pack, and since then we had more than doubled in number. Houses were being built anywhere we could fit them and we’d had to purchase another one hundred acres of surrounding land and had filled it with not only cash crops, but had put aside half of it for farming and livestock. We had, in very little time, become a fully self-sufficient pack.

  And I was damned proud that I had something to do with that. After all that time, roaming, searching for somewhere to belong, here I was, with the man I loved, not only belonging but thriving.

  And raising a daughter who had pulled the entire pack out in the open...

  “Okay, what the hell is happening?” I asked, the screen door open swinging loudly and pulling everyone’s focus.

  “Wait,” Luke put a hand on mine before I went to intervene.

  “Wait for what?”

  He chuckled. “I wanna see her throw down.”

  “I’m sorry, what?” I crossed my arms over my chest and turned, realizing what was happening.

  Sparring matches.

  My little spitfire of a daughter was taking on three boys, twice her age and size. Two already had bloody noses and from the look on the third one’s face, he had a bruised ego at the very least.

  She was five. Five!

  Emma sidled up to me. “They said she couldn’t play football with them because she was a girl and then it all escalated from there. Punched Andy before he could even get his fists up.”

  Five years old. What the hell was I going to do with this one?

  “Sela!” I finally said with a stern, but steady voice. “Stop it right this instant.”

  She stopped all movement, but then stomped as she turned around, her arms crossed over her chest. Either she was that much like me or she was making fun of me. I mentally commended her for both choices.

  “But they said…”

  “I don’t care. You don’t have to fight all the time. Get inside.”

  My daughter, who was made of piss and vinegar and salt stomped up the steps and harrumphed as she opened the door and obeyed.

  “And you three, in this pack we are all equal. We don’t want another display of what happens when you make the mistake of telling a girl what she can’t do. Is that clear?”

  They all nodded. I was simply driving the message home, Sela had made the point already.

  “Everyone go about your business. If you don't have enough to do, come see me or Luke. There’s plenty to do.”

  They scattered in an instant. I realized too late I had used my mom voice instead
of my Alpha voice, but at least it had the same effect.

  We went inside, determined to give Sela the what-for. Not for being right, but for resorting to fighting--again.

  The thing was, by the time we got inside, she was fast asleep on our couch with an Oreo in her hand, only one bite taken out of the thing.

  Her little face was red and sweaty, and her knees were skinned up from some previous altercation.

  One foot was bare and the other had a half-torn sock that showed her toes.

  How that happened, I probably didn’t want to know.

  I looked up to the sky, asking someone to help me with this mess that I’d birthed. “I guess we let her nap after her fight. I’m gonna put her in a cage, I swear to God.”

  Luke chuckled. “Nah, nobody cages my girls.”

  Now, it’s Emma’s turn. Available For PreOrder Now!

  As the Alpha’s baby sister, Emma has always been in the shadows of the Silver Moon Pack.

  Until she went on a late night run and took a wrong turn.

  She knew she was in Twisted Tooth pack territory. She knew she should turn around… except the man before her kept pulling her forward.

  Pulling her into a danger she didn’t expect, right to the wolf she can’t have.

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  THE WOLF PACKS

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  Forbidden Mate

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  Thrust of the Dagger

  Twist of the Sword

  Twisted Took Wolf Pack

  Wolf Chosen

  Wolf Taken

  Wolf Claimed

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  Shifter’s Claim, Semester Two

  Queen of the Shifter’s, Semester Three

  Shifter Unleashed, Semester Four

  Demon Lost, Semester Five

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  About the Author

  Born and raised in Atlanta, Rae Foxx moved to Arizona when she reached adulthood. When Rae isn’t writing, she works part time at a Pilates studio. Her favorite spot is on the couch watching horror movies while sneaking cinnamon rolls. She’s endlessly searching for the perfect cup of coffee.

  Rae Foxx writes salty, sarcastic heroines and alluring men who love them. Her books revolve around paranormal and supernatural harems where a girl can have all the men and romance she wants.

  Adventure? Check. Romance? Check. Hot heroes? Double check.

  Oh, and Hufflepuff all the way.

 

 

 


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