And then he began to tongue me vigorously, his lips brushing against my mound even as the tip of his tongue worked on my clit, pressing and then circling with varying speeds and strengths. He seemed to be judging my responses; every quiver got more of the same as a reward, and he sped up and slowed down as if testing me out. Seeing what I liked.
Hell, I liked all of it.
My hands tightened in his hair in shock when he sucked on my clit, though, and he gave a small, rough chuckle at my reaction. “Like that, did you?”
“More,” I demanded, tightening my hands in his hair. Oh god, I needed more of that.
“As my alpha commands,” he said with that smooth, seductive voice, and brushed his lips over my clit in a glorious tease before sucking on it again.
I whimpered, feeling an orgasm building and helpless to stop it. My thighs clenched helplessly, and my hips jerked in response when he brushed two fingers against my core and pushed into my slick warmth, even as his mouth continued to suck on my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me with the occasional flick of his tongue.
Then, his fingers began to pump inside me.
The orgasm splintered and broke through me. “Unh,” I gasped, then was horrified at the completely unsexy noise I’d just made. Release tore through me, locking every muscle along its way, even as Jackson continued to thrust his fingers deep inside me, working me with both hand and tongue at once.
It took what seemed like forever for me to come down from that, and by the time his mouth lifted, I was wrung out with the orgasm he’d ripped from me. I panted for breath, a bit embarrassed at my hard reaction.
But Jackson simply looked pleased with himself. He nipped the inside of one knee while giving me a sexy, pleased look, and got to his feet, his hands going to his jeans. I lay back in the bed, panting, watching as he stripped his jeans off. His cock was erect and the head was gleaming with pre-cum, his own need obvious. He was beautiful as he kicked off his jeans and then came back to the bed, moving over me. His warmth and weight pressed down on me and then he moved in to kiss me, his lips licking at mine in an imitation of what he’d done to my sex, and I moaned against his mouth even as he grasped my thigh and pulled it around his hip.
I followed his lead, lifting my other leg, and was rewarded with a shallow thrust, his cock sliding against the wet curls of my sex. “That’s my Alice,” he murmured against my mouth. “All mine.”
I felt the head of his cock nudge against my opening and I sucked in, tensing a little. My hips wanted to flex against him, but I was suddenly afraid of it hurting.
Jackson pushed forward. There was a bolt of pain as my body stretched to accommodate him. I yelped, but it was smothered by his kisses. He pushed forward again, sinking deeper into me, and my nails bit into his skin. A hiss escaped me.
He panted, every muscle in his body tense. “Fuck, you’re tight, Alice.” His hips flexed, and I felt him push deeper, the sharp stabs of pain gone and replaced by a low ache. It felt as if he’d invaded me, and I wasn’t quite sure I liked the sensation yet.
But then he leaned in to kiss me again, and I melted under his mouth. His tongue thrusting into my mouth felt…different with him buried deep inside me, and the ache of need in my sex began to return. When his hips hitched again, I lifted with him.
“Alice,” he panted, and I could see the sheen of sweat on his face - his gorgeous, wonderful face - as he moved slowly, determined not to hurt me. His gaze flicked to mine and our eyes locked, and I saw a flicker of his wolf in his eyes.
And then he thrust, hard, sinking deep.
I gasped. Not because it hurt, but because it had filled that raw ache with a sweet bolt of pleasure. My arms curled around his neck and I lifted my mouth for him to kiss again, even as I raised my hips.
“Alice,” he growled against my mouth, and began to thrust harder. I lifted my hips with each movement, determined to match him, and felt the spiraling pleasure of sex washing through me again. This felt good, really good. Jackson’s hard body moving over mine, moving deep inside me, his chest brushing against my nipples, his mouth on mine, the musky scent of him filling my nostrils - all of the sensations combined to create a whirlwind of pleasure that enveloped me, and before long, I was crying out my pleasure with each thrust, hungry for more.
“You going to come again?” he gritted, driving hard into me. “Going to come for me again?”
I nodded, my lips seeking his and only succeeding in barely brushing over them. The kisses had given way as he’d begun to pump into me harder and faster, his own desire overtaking him.
“I want to see it,” he told me, his whisper harsh, and I felt his fingers move between us where we were joined. A moment later, I felt him flick my clit, even as he thrust deep inside me again.
I moaned hard, my body arching. The combined sensations were too much - I couldn’t process it. “Jackson,” I growled, my voice loud. “I need—“
“I know,” he told me. ‘I know.” And he flicked his fingers over my clit again.
I came hard, two seconds before he did. My groans locked with his, and I felt the wash of him inside me, even as my legs clenched and quivered around his tight hips, my nails sunk deep into his shoulders with the fierceness of my orgasm.
It took a few minutes for my body to calm, for muscles to unlock, for breathing to slow. Jackson’s heavy weight collapsed on top of me, a delicious feeling that I didn’t mind in the slightest. I was still sprawled underneath him, his cock buried deep inside me, and my skin, damp with perspiration, stuck to his.
I’d never been more content.
After a moment, he propped up on one elbow and gave me a pleased look, his dark blond hair stuck to his forehead in funny little ringlets. “You okay?”
I nodded, stretching an arm over my head and yawning. I felt fucking fantastic.
“Good,” he murmured, and leaned in to kiss my neck. “I wasn’t sure because you weren’t being yourself.”
My brows drew together and I gave him a curious look. “Being myself? What do you mean?”
His eyebrows wiggled down at me in a way that could only be defined as ‘lecherous.’ “I don’t know. Between all that moaning and begging, it was practically like you were showing throat to me. Wasn’t like the alpha I know at all.”
I growled low in my throat and pushed at his shoulder until we rolled over in my narrow bed. A moment later, Jackson was pinned under me and I straddled him. “Showing throat, huh?”
“‘Fraid so.”
I snorted. “At what point did I show throat? When I told you to lick me harder?”
“I don’t recall hearing that,” he said innocently. “All I know is that I climbed on top of you and had my way with you.”
“That so?” I told him, and reached out to flick one of his nipples with my fingers, enjoying his reaction. I felt every ripple of his shiver with him trapped between my thighs - and still trapped inside my body. “Because that’s not how I remember it.”
“Selective memory,” he teased. “Happens in betas.”
“Beta?” I growled. “I’m no beta.”
“I don’t know. I always thought that mating with an alpha female would mean she’d want to be in charge of everything.”
I gave another wiggle of my hips on top of him. “You want to see a female in charge in bed?” I leaned down and put my mouth on one of his nipples, biting at it. “You just tell me when you’re ready for more and I’ll show you an alpha female in bed.”
Jackson’s eyes gleamed with pleasure. “That so?”
“It is.” I knew I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book, but I didn’t much care.
That was the thing with Jackson and me. We were perfect for each other, because we complimented each other’s strengths. When I fell back, he was there to pick up the pace and take the lead. When I wanted to lead? He let me and was content to assist. It wasn’t that one of us was stronger than the other, or more dominant. We were just different, and dominant in different ways.
It was like our pack was just a big puzzle, and I’d found the missing piece. And as I leaned in to press a kiss to his chest, I knew he felt the same way.
I didn’t have to ask, after all. It was obvious in his face, as it was in mine.
We were pack, and we were home.
*** The End ***
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Desperately Seeking Shapeshifter
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Marie Bellavance has known for years that she will die of the same incurable disease her mother did. That’s why she never dated and doesn’t allow anyone to get close to her. But now, as an employee of the paranormal dating agency Midnight Liaisons, she has a chance: if she can find someone to turn her into a supernatural creature, she’ll be cured!
Flirty were-cougar Joshua Russell has wanted standoffish Marie for his own, but she’s been off limits as a human. When he catches her sneaking away from a vampire date gone wrong, he steps in and offers his own services. As a vampire bodyguard, he’s able to tell her which vamps will be the perfect ones to date. But he’s secretly got a better plan in mind: if she wants to date the supernatural, a handsome were-cougar would be the best choice of all.
Chapter One
W
hen I was a child, my father used to let me stay up late to watch movies with him on Saturday nights. My father had stunningly bad taste in movies. His favorite?
Mothra vs. Godzilla.
I remembered being terrified of the massive, furious creatures that screamed and bellowed as they tore through Tokyo.
Those furious growls and outraged shrieks sounded a bit like what was going on right now in the Midnight Liaisons conference room. No laser beams shooting from eyes, but there was enough snarling to make any human feel on edge.
My boss, Bathsheba Russell, was perched on the corner of my desk, wringing her hands and staring at the front door. It made it impossible to work, and I shoved my notepad under a stack of papers. “Something I can help with, Bath?”
She glanced over at me, startled, then shook her head. Another round of furious snarls came from the conference room, and she winced as the snarls turned into shouting. “No, I’m sure they’ll be here soon.”
Well, that was frustrating, and it didn’t bode well for my own plans. I cast an oblique look over at my coworker, Ryder. She widened her eyes and gave me a helpless shrug, as if saying,
What can you do?
Sure, Ryder didn’t care if the boss stuck around for an extra hour or two. It wouldn’t derail her night like it’d derail mine.
And I needed this night.
I needed every single day I had left. When you’re dying, you tend to get a little pissy about wasted time.
The front door opened, and just like that, the conference room got quiet. I could practically hear their shifter ears straining to make out who had just entered. In walked a scowling, lanky young man, hand in hand with a pretty, but frightened, redhead. The girl stared at me fearfully, then looked at Bathsheba as if she’d been about to pounce.
“We’re human,” Bath said in a dry voice. “The ones you need to be scared of are in there.” She gestured at the now-too-quiet conference room.
The boy braced his shoulders and pulled the woman under his protective arm. She went willingly, her face utterly pale. Poor thing. They marched forward toward the conference room.
“They look like they’re heading to a funeral,” I whispered to Bath.
“They might be,” she whispered back. “Vic wants to kill him.” She flushed when the boy paused in front of the conference room and turned to glare at us.
No one said a thing as the conference room door opened. They stepped in. Closed the door. A pause. And then tempers exploded all over again.
“How dare you turn a human?” roared Vic. The snarl of the tiger alpha’s voice rose above all others. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“There’s no one for us,” the man shouted back. “There’s no women my age. There’s no women, period!”
“Then you use this goddamn agency and find yourself a date,” Vic roared again.
“Let’s calm down,” Beau said firmly. The Alliance leader, a were-cougar and Bath’s husband, was usually cool and in control of every situation, but he didn’t sound calm now.
Vic gave another ear-shattering roar, and I heard the gulping cry of the woman.
“She’s still thinking like a human,” Bath said in irritation, getting to her feet. “And they’re going to scare the shit out of her. I’m going in there.”
As she moved toward the conference room, I took off my glasses and pretended to check them for smudges. Act calm. Easy. No problem. But my heart was racing a mile a minute.
My head throbbed with the adrenaline rush. I ignored it, just like I did all the other physiological symptoms lately. I didn’t have time to mess with them.
Ryder pointed at her computer monitor, indicating that she was going to send me an instant message. I turned to my screen and waited.
Yikes,
she sent.
It sounds like they might be in there awhile.
I typed back quickly.
What exactly is going on? Did that guy really turn a human?
Yup
, she sent back.
I got here just as they were shoving Sara out the door. You know how B protects her. Ramsey, too.
Sara was Bath’s quiet, delicate sister; she normally hung around the agency until her mate, Ramsey, a were-bear, picked her up in the evening. It seemed that Sara was a werewolf and everyone had known this but me. Humans, always the last to know. But since I worked at a dating agency that catered exclusively to the paranormal, it made sense that someone on staff would be, well, paranormal.
I glanced over at Ryder again. More than
one
someone. Sara was just out of the closet, but Ryder was still in hiding. I put my hands on the keyboard.
So do you have the scoop?
Wellllll,
Ryder typed.
From what I’ve been able to overhear, it sounds like ol’ Johnny fell in love with his girlfriend, and Uncle Vic in there did not approve. So Johnny turned her and decided to ask permission later. Can you believe that?
That was bad. Really bad. Humans weren’t supposed to know about supernaturals unless they were allowed into the Alliance first. And every human who’d been allowed into the Alliance was currently in this office: me, Ryder, and Bathsheba.
For a supernatural (or “supe” as we liked to call them) to reveal their true nature to a human was against the rules. To reveal their true nature and then turn a human into a shifter was worse than bad. It caused all kinds of problems. What if they broke up? What were human parents supposed to do with a were-tiger daughter? Who was going to explain why their cute little Lola had to use a scratching post and went gonzo when the catnip was rolled out?
By revealing his true nature to a human, Johnny had endangered everyone in the Alliance. The network was built on a tenuous trust of the other species, and now that had been broken.
And it was going to play havoc with my plans.
As the yelling in the other room increased, I pulled my notepad out again and looked at the list I’d been working on.
Potential Supernaturals
Were-anything
Vampire
I frowned, displeased at how very short it was. Perhaps I was forgetting something? “Hey, Ryder?”
“Hmm?” My coworker dragged her gaze away from the conference room, where it had gotten awfully quiet again.
I tapped my pencil on my desk, thinking as I stared down at the list. “Can you think of any supernaturals that can turn someone?”
“Turn someone?”
“You know,
turn
someone,” I said. At her suspicious look, I pointed at the conference room, where a low rumbling argument between two men could be heard, interspersed by an occasional higher voice that was probably Bathsheba, trying to interject some common sense into the argument.
Ryder shook her head.
“Bad timing,”
she mouthed.
“Let it rest.”
But I couldn’t afford to let it rest. I stared down at the paper, thinking, as the voices now rose in the conference room.
“This is abominable!” Vic shouted. “A disgrace!”
Ooo,
abominable
made me think of yeti. Were-yeti? I wrote it down and put a question mark next to it. Then I scratched it out. No one in their right mind wanted to be a yeti. Gross. I chewed my eraser, thinking. Fae? They were born, not made, but they were also secretive. Maybe they knew something—
The bell clanged against the glass of the front door, signaling that someone had entered the office. I looked up, putting a smile on my face . . .
And sighed with dismay at the sight of the man strolling in. Joshua Russell, my least favorite client ever. “Hi, Josh,” I said in my most bored voice.
He grinned, making a beeline for my desk.
Damn it. I sighed and pushed the notepad under a stack of reports again, then focused my attention on the tall, sexy man standing in front of my desk. My gaze was just at crotch height, which made things a bit awkward when I was trying to ignore the man.
Suddenly a large, perfect rose appeared under my nose. “For you, beautiful.”
I pushed it aside. Some flirts never changed. “Nice try, Josh. I’m human, remember?”
“Yes, but you’re an Alliance human. That’s different,” he said with a devastating grin that would have knocked the panties off any were-cat in the area. “Different is good.”
“I have a pollen allergy,” I lied in my stiffest voice and gave him a prim look.
He sighed as if defeated, but sauntered over to Ryder’s desk instead, presenting her with the flower. She looked up from her reports, grinned at him, and took the flower with a wink.
Good. Maybe he’d leave me alone now.
Like the other big cats his entire clan was infamous for, Joshua Russell was a mix of power and playfulness. I studied him under my lashes as he chatted with Ryder, leaning over her desk. His brown hair was cropped short, just barely a buzz under his black Russell Security baseball cap. There was an attractive hint of scruff on his strong jaw, as if he’d forgotten to shave. Like all of the Russell werecougars, he had strong, masculine features. Where his brother Beau’s features were a little more refined, more stern, Josh’s seemed to be made for laughing. He had a ridiculous dimple in one cheek that flashed now and then, and his eyes were an unfair shade of blue, framed by lashes thick enough to make any woman jealous. His shoulders were big and brawny, and when he wore a tight shirt—like he was today—you could see the outlines of his pectorals and the bulge of his biceps. Yet these almost paled in comparison to his deliciously tight ass, which was currently pointed toward my desk. I stared at it. What a shame that such a beautiful piece of male flesh was attached to such an overt horn-dog.
He glanced over his shoulder just in time to catch me staring at his ass. I flushed and averted my gaze, but not before I caught his grin.
Damn it.
I sighed inwardly as he strolled back to my desk and dropped into the chair across from me. I shot him an irritated glance. “Can I help you with something?”
“I think I caught you checking me out, Marie.”
“You did not,” I said stiffly.
“It’s fine if you can’t admit it.” He leaned forward and whispered, “I’m told my ass is quite biteable.”
I leaned toward him in return. “Your mom doesn’t count.”
Josh grinned, then sniffed the air and slid my notepad out from underneath the pile of paper.
How the hell had he known that was there? I tried to snatch it back, but I was too slow. Josh held it aloft, then stood, reading it aloud. “Potentials—vampires, were-anything, fae. Yeti?” He glanced over at me. “Grocery list?”
“I’m helping a client decide who to date,” I said, holding my hand out for the pad.
He waved it at me. “You’re not being very choosy for your client here. Were-anything?”
“Just give it back,” I snapped. “And tell me why you’re here so I can get you out the door and get on with my life. Do you need a date? There’s a shock.”