Real Men Shift Volume Two: Paranormal Werewolf Romance Boxed Set

by Celia Kyle

  “Please. God, Zeke.”

  Her desperation was so evident in her voice that he couldn’t help but smile against her smooth skin, a chuckle joining his grin. She wanted him. And she’d get him.

  Zeke let her nipple drop from his mouth and he brushed his lips across the nub. “What do you need?”

  Val whimpered and brought her attention to him, her eyes locked on his. “Is this what you want?” She paused and licked her lips, pink tongue darting into sight before disappearing once again. “Me? This mating? I’m human.”

  God, how could she ask such a question? “I want you. I want this. You—your humanity—doesn’t matter.”

  “I don’t understand how you can change your mind so quickly…” she whispered and her gaze grew serious, some of the passion they’d shared slowly lowering to a simmer. “How sure are you this won’t kill me?”

  Zeke reached around her, his palms skimming her spine until he gripped the back of her neck. He needed to control her at that moment. Make her see. “I’ve been an ass,” he growled. “I’ve ignored the truth. You’re my mate. Period. And no mate of mine is dying.”

  Val pulled against his hold, lowering her head until their foreheads touched. “I’ve never had more to lose.”

  “Let me love you, Val. Let me show you. I want this. I want you. You’re my mate and I won’t allow anything to stop this. If you don’t want me to claim you when the time comes, I’ll stop. But don’t ask me not to make love to you here and now. Please.”

  He’d never begged in his life and yet… He’d begged his mate.

  “Okay.”

  With her agreement, he sought her pleasure in earnest. He brought his mouth to hers and seduced her with his kiss, tongue playing in her mouth while his lips performed their own sensual dance. His touch returned to her breasts, one hand cupping the fullness of one mound while the other went to her ass. He kneaded and squeezed her, thoughts of what lay beneath her shorts taunting him. Two layers of fabric—shorts and panties—blocked him from his ultimate goal.

  He refused to be stopped for long. His wolf lent him its claws once more, fingers going to the sides of her shorts and nails carefully sliding through the cloth with ease.

  He pulled from their kiss just long enough to speak against her lips. “Lift up, Val. Just a little.”

  She did and that quick he had the last remnants of her clothing whisked away. The destroyed fabric joined the growing sprawl beside them. The clothing would be a decent barrier between them and the leaf strewn ground—a fact that had him rolling them with ease, Valerie’s back atop their discarded clothes.

  She squeaked with his sudden move, but he didn’t have time to reassure her, not when this new position gave him more space to explore her nude body. And this time he wouldn’t stop at simply touching and tasting. He’d sink into her, bury himself in her slick pussy and not leave until she’d come around his cock a half-dozen times. The mere idea of her inner walls rippling around him had a shudder racing down his spine. Yes, that would be better than any other experienced he’d ever had.

  Val squirmed and gasped, legs lifting to wrap around his hips and tightening to force his hard cock to rub against her wet pussy once again. Something he wanted to do, but without troublesome clothing in the way. He wanted bare flesh on bare flesh.

  “Zeke.” She rocked her hips and shuddered, releasing a low whimper.

  He couldn’t resist her—not now, not ever. He mimicked her movement, driving his hard cock along her slick folds. Fabric scraped her sensitive flesh and she mewled.

  “Zeke.” His name was a harsh rasp that time, a mixture of pleasure and a low demand. “I… I need.”

  He needed too. So much.

  Delicate fingers went to his jeans, blunted human nails scrambling against his skin as she struggled to unsnap and unzip his pants. She wanted him naked? He was happy to oblige. He gave her a harsh, rough kiss and pulled away, easily rolling to his feet in a single, fluid movement.

  He stared down at his mate, dappled light dancing across her pale brown skin. Her cheeks were flushed with her desire, nipples hard points and her pussy glistening with evidence of her need. So perfect.

  He got rid of his jeans with ease, a quick fold and then he dropped them to the ground between Val’s thighs. Something to rest his knees on while he fucked his pretty, perfect mate and then claimed her. Because it was about that time. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could resist the perfection of that tight cunt. Not much, surely.

  He knelt between her legs, her thighs splayed widely and open for him.

  “What do you want, Val?” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, squeezing his length tight to stave off his release. Just looking at her nearly had him coming. What would it be like when he got inside her?

  A mixture of heaven and hell. But what a beautiful hell it would be.

  “This. You. Us.” Three words that said so little yet at the same time said everything that needed saying.

  It scared Valerie to say the words but when Zeke’s eyes flared amber with a mixture of excitement and joy, she was glad she’d given them to him. She wanted what he had to give—or at least a chance at the happiness and belonging he promised. If he was wrong, if she wasn’t his mate, she might still die, but… But everything in her screamed that being with Zeke was right.

  Then he was there, bigger than she remembered. Big and hard and the head of his cock poised at her entrance. The tip of his dick teased her pussy, one hand wrapped around the base of his length as he teased her with the head. He slid the blunted tip up and down her slickness, nudging her clit for a brief moment before lowering to taunt her entrance once more. Up and down he tormented her, her sensitive flesh quivering beneath his onslaught.

  Arousal coiled and built within her, need stoked by his touches that were so good but not nearly enough. She needed more. She needed all of him.

  Valerie arched and rolled her hips, wrapping her legs around his waist while she struggled to pull him closer—pull him into her.

  But the big bad werewolf was too strong to be moved by her.

  Just wait until I have my own wolf, buddy.

  Then she didn’t have any thoughts at all. Not when Zeke pressed the head of his cock to her center and eased forward. He pushed into her, inch after thick inch spreading her pussy wide as he impaled her. He shoved his cock deep into her cunt, going further and further until she was stretched taut around his hardness—their hips finally meeting.

  “Zeke,” she whispered when he finally possessed her fully. Just his name. Nothing more.

  He stilled, amber eyes locked on hers, his wolf peering out from behind human eyes. “Mine.”

  Val shivered, a spike of arousal and desire making itself known. Yes, she was his—a fact she’d come to accept. But he was just as much hers. Hers forevermore.

  He withdrew and pushed forward once more, a gradual slide of his length against her inner walls. The slow caress had her moaning low, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Pleasure consumed her with that single thrust and she wasn’t sure how she’d survive the coming claiming.

  He didn’t give her much time to wonder. That thrust turned into another and then another, a sensuous glide in and out of her body that touched every nerve ending within her. His dick caressed her with his every stroke, and she cried out each time their hips met. Thrust, retreat, thrust… Over and over he moved in and out of her wet sheath. She shuddered and twitched with each new wave of pleasure he caused.

  Val cried out with his next thrust, the slap of their hips and the press of his pubic bone against her clit. That sent a new wave of ecstasy to slide through her veins and she ached for him to do it again.

  Just one more time.

  As if he heard her plea, he repeated that fierce thrust, but not only once. No, he did it over and over and over… Driving her desire and wanting higher with every meeting of their sweat-slick bodies.

  Valerie cupped her breasts, kneading her flesh and plucking her nipples—add
ing to the bliss Zeke gifted her. She pinched the bits of flesh, relishing the pain that joined the pleasure he caused to bubble and grow within her. She let her legs drop from his waist and placed her feet on the ground, pushing up her hips to meet his every thrust.

  The wet slap of their bodies filled the air, the scent of their sex permeating everything around them. Nothing existed beyond them—beyond the passion they shared in their own little world.

  Zeke increased the fierceness of his passion, turning their lovemaking into fierce rutting, a hard and rough plunging in and out of her wet pussy. And Val loved it. Loved that he knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to show it. Most of all, she loved how he so physically adored everything about her.

  It was one thing to hear the words, but staring in his eyes, she saw the truth that lingered in his gaze.

  With Zeke pounding in and out of her, giving her more and more pleasure, she absolutely knew she was utterly lost to the werewolf alpha.

  “Valerie,” he growled, and she realized that his canines were no longer the blunted, short teeth of a human’s. They’d lengthened—sharpened. “Do you want this?” His pace never faltered. “Me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered back—no hesitation at all.

  It was as if she’d held his restraints and now her agreement had shattered them. He had no control, nothing holding him back any longer. He lost it then, his pace turning into a rapid, punishing rhythm. He fucked her faster and harder than before. There was something bestial about the way his hips moved with such a determined ferocity—a ferocity that sent waves of pleasure through her blood. It sank into her bones, suffusing every inch of her body between one breath and the next.

  Her nerves were sparkling with ultimate bliss, ecstasy consuming her from head to toe. Her orgasm loomed closer and closer, his every movement pushing her nearer to release. It drew nearer, hard and fast and almost overwhelming her in its intensity and strength. She trembled and soon lost control of her body, muscles twitching and tensing without her control. She shook with the growing tension, her body vibrating as the pleasure inside her grew beyond imagining.

  She danced on the edge of release, the razor sharp precipice taunting her with what was to come and she couldn’t wait to embrace the ultimate bliss. So close. So very close.

  “Zeke.” Jut his name. A plea living in that single word.

  “Do it. Come for me and I’ll claim you. Come.”

  As if she was already a wolf and he was her alpha, she was powerless to disagree. She shattered in that moment, in that split-second that his order washed through her like a tsunami. Wave after wave of pleasure followed, consuming her and lighting her aflame with the joy that filled every inch of her body. She was a growing ball of blissful flames, stoked higher and higher by Zeke’s attentions.

  She clenched around him, her pussy milking his length and begging to be coated in his come. Yes. That was exactly what she craved—him, his release. She wanted to be painted in his scent and nothing more. His shaft somehow thickened inside her, his own pleasure on the horizon and after that would be…

  His bite.

  His pace stuttered, one thrust then another and then a jerky third before he sealed his hips to hers. The telltale pulse of his shaft announced his release and she smiled with the knowledge that they now shared a scent.

  The claiming came a split-second later. Pointed teeth sliced through her flesh, burning pain suffusing her nerves and scraping her muscles. But with that agony came another wave of pleasure, another orgasm that stole her breath in an instant. She shook and trembled, body no longer her own as she simply reacted to whatever Zeke had done to her. Fucked her. Claimed her.

  The delicious truth caused her orgasm to continue, both of them lost in the sensations caused by their mating.

  Mating. She had the alpha’s bite—her mate’s bite—which meant she was well and truly claimed now. She was the alpha’s mate.

  And Val… had never been happier. Even if Zeke had been wrong. Even if death lingered on the horizon. She’d never been so filled with joy in her life and she’d cling to that forever.

  Chapter Nineteen

  A couple of days had passed since their mating in the Wolf Woods and Valerie was antsy to shift into her wolf form for the first time. The changes in her body had begun immediately after Zeke’s bite, but he’d insisted she wait to try shifting until the full moon, when the pack would be gathered for their monthly run. Patience wasn’t one of her stronger traits, so her heart was thumping double-time with anticipation as she watched the crowd grow on the front lawn of the pack house.

  Or maybe the double-time was actually her new wolf’s heartbeat inside her. Whatever the cause, she wished her mate would hurry up and get the run started already.

  Dozens of people milled about, chatting excitedly as they counted down the minutes until the full moon rose over the trees to signal the start. The barely restrained energy of the pack hung heavily in the evening air, reminding her of the frenetic, shared energy among soldiers getting ready to parachute out of a plane. Nothing put people on edge and bonded them more effectively than waiting to take a leap of faith.

  Zeke had explained that pack runs were meant to cement each member’s place in the pack and reaffirm their bond. It also gave everyone a chance to exercise their wolf and release any pent-up emotions they might have stockpiled over the previous month. It sounded like a blast to Val and she couldn’t wait to feel that bond grow. If it actually did, as Zeke had claimed.

  Val and the other wolves weren’t the only ones excited. Fang acted as if she’d been given a syringe full of adrenaline. Obviously, she was simply attuned to Val’s restless vibe and her tiny Pomeranian body couldn’t hold it all inside. She ran circles around the yard, yipping and yapping and leaping as far as her little legs could carry her.

  “Fang,” she hissed, kneeling down to call the dog to her. “Come to Mama.”

  She wasn’t as worried about Fang irritating the others as she was with the way a handful of them kept glancing at the pooch like a fluffy, fun-sized Scooby Snack. Judging by the lack of pets wandering around the compound and the fact they were all wolves, they probably were more inclined to eat an animal Fang’s size than cuddle it. All Val knew was that if anyone tried anything shady with her little princess, she was more than willing to gut them, family or not. Hopefully no one would because that wouldn’t make a very good first impression.

  The tiny dog skidded to a stop in the damp grass, spun around and barreled toward Valerie, her tongue flapping in the breeze she created. She all but leapt into Val’s arms, wriggling with pure manic energy and trying desperately to lick her mama’s face. Valerie chuckled and snuggled the dog close to her chest before Fang wiggled free and resumed her zooming around the yard. Valerie shook her head and tried not to burst out laughing at how silly the little creature looked.

  Suddenly, Fang stopped mid-bolt to swivel around and stare alertly at something behind Valerie. She let out a yelp of excitement and then dashed right past Val and directly to Zeke, who scooped her up with one hand and carried her under his arm like a football. Val returned his smile as he handed over a new, strangely calm version of her dog and then draped a possessive arm over her shoulders.

  “Is it time?” she whispered, hoping with every cell it was. He smiled his answer.

  Clearing his throat and raising his free arm, Zeke called out in a deep, authoritative voice, “Hey, y’all!”

  It took a minute for everyone to settle down enough for him to continue. “Nice to see such a good turn-out tonight. I suspect there’s another reason for that other than the promise of a great run.”

  The crowd murmured their agreement, most of them turning smiles on Val. She wasn’t used to so many people watching her every move, and while it made the introvert in her want to hide, a bigger part of her felt a profound gratitude they seemed to be accepting her.

  “That reason is standing next to me,” Zeke said, smiling at her with infinite love pouring from h
is gaze. “I’d like you all to meet my mate and your new alpha mate, Valerie Logan.”

  Cheers and applause erupted from the crowd, and everywhere she looked, Val saw happy faces and welcoming smiles. Her heart swelled with pride and delight at having finally found a place where she belonged. It had seemed impossible before arriving in Tremble that she could ever find a more accepting community than the Army, but it had happened. She’d found her true family and her place in the world.

  “A handful of you have already met Valerie,” Zeke continued, “but for the rest of you, I know this is a new development in the story of our pack. I’ve been your alpha long enough to command your respect, and I am certain you will extend the same courtesy to my lovely mate. Not only is she a great asset to our pack, but she is an amazing woman. You can all learn a lot from her, and I hope you will have the patience and time to teach her everything about being a wolf, as well. Our family has gained an amazing new member, and tonight’s run is a celebration of that. Of family, of togetherness, of love.”

  Zeke pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek, flooding her body with warmth and light. Fang, who was squished between them, wriggled out of Val’s arms and resumed showing off to the crowd.

  People had just started chatting about the new development when Zeke called them to attention again. “One more thing. This dog is not for eating, no matter how tasty she might look. She is our second new member of this pack, from this day forward. If anyone so much as licks their lips in her general vicinity, they’ll have to answer to me. Understood?”

  Despite a few despairing glances from a couple of bloodthirsty, young males, everyone else laughed and nodded their agreement. Meanwhile, Fang bolted under legs, tore around stumps, and bounded over such major obstacles as clumps of grass, completely oblivious to the fact she’d just been inducted into a wolf pack.

  Energy was high as pack members lined up to congratulate them on their mating and to introduce themselves to Val. That kind of meet-and-greet normally left her feeling awkward and uncomfortable, but with each new friend she met, she grew more at ease. It was almost like her relationship with Chloe—they could go months without talking, but when they did, it was as if no time at all had passed. She could have happily chatted for hours with every single person who greeted her, such was the instant bond between them. After a lifetime as a square peg trying to fit herself into the rest of the world’s round hole, Val finally belonged.