“I always know how feminine you are. Even in your tough guy get up, you are all woman to me.”
She smelled like cinnamon and tasted like strawberries. They had always been two of his favorite foods. If she would let him, he would eat her up forever.
Judy hadn’t expected this much pleasure from him. So far, he turned out to be a very gentle lover. She thought she might explode from the sheer beauty of his touch alone. Not what she wanted right now.
Her friend had died just hours earlier in the most horrific, brutal accident she had ever personally witnessed. She needed him to take her so hard she couldn’t remember her name. If he kept up his gentleness, she wouldn’t be able to keep the pain away from her heart—where she didn’t dare let it take hold.
“Are you going to put it my ass?” When he’d asked her to roll over she’d thought that his intention. Wolves liked to do it anally, or at least that’s what all the girls had been telling her for years. The male werewolves liked it hard and fast in a way that sometimes bordered on violence. She’d come to him prepared, finally, for that experience.
“Not tonight, beautiful.” He nipped lightly on her back and pleasure surged through her veins. He had always been a walking sex bomb. “Or, at least, not until later.”
“I thought….”
He rubbed his stubbled chin on her back. “Stop doing that.” He stroked a finger down her spine. “Close your eyes.”
Normally she scoffed at being told what to do. She’d had enough of that as a child growing up in her house. It felt different, however, when he did it. She wanted to comply to his small demands. Larger ones she’d have to take on a case-by-case basis, but closing her eyes she could handle.
Letting her lids fall shut, she waited. What on earth did he have planned? Seconds ticked by like minutes until his tongue began its slow assault down her spine. She gasped as her panties got even wetter than they’d already become. How on earth could she like to be licked?
“Taste is very important to me, mate.” His voice, always gruff from an accident he’d had as a small child, moved through her. “And you taste so amazing.”
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “What do I taste like?”
He laughed, a low sound that made her squirm. “You smell like cinnamon, you taste like strawberries, and you belong to me.”
“I….”
She didn’t know what she would have said. As a werewolf, he mated. As a human, she did not. At least, she didn’t know if she could be what he wanted her to be.
He growled again and she shivered, this time not from fear. He spent so much time acting like a human she sometimes forgot he shared his body with the soul of a wolf. At the moment, she could feel that canine prowling around near her.
“I’m going to get you completely naked and then you will be mine.”
“Yes.” She nodded, her eyes still closed. She would beg, if he wanted. Without being able to see him, every sensation became more intense.
His tongue, slightly rough, made her shake and his hands, with the tough calluses of a guy who didn’t care about appearing refined, caused her pussy to weep.
She heard a tear before her panties were strewn somewhere across the room. He’d ripped her bra, too.
How will I ever go home with no underwear
? Maybe that had been his plan.
“Roll back over.”
She raised an eyebrow. “With my eyes still closed?”
“Yes.” He nipped at her ass gently. “Now.” Clearly not content to wait, he flipped her over onto her back.
“I would have done it.”
“Not fast enough.”
“Bully.” She did love this part of his personality. He would never let anyone tell him he couldn’t have what he wanted. She’d known for years that his giving her space had been calculated to draw her back in. Even being aware of his plan, she’d been powerless to stop it. He’d waited long enough and she had come to him.
He spread her legs wide. “Open your eyes now. I want to be able to look up and see you whenever I want.”
“What if I want to touch you?”
“Oh, believe me, I want you to. There’ll be time for that. For now, I’m still playing.”
His wolf was very clear in his eyes at the moment. His animal stared out at her. His canine half had a playful side that demanded to be indulged.
He inserted one finger inside of her and she lost all thought. Her muscles clenched around him demanding more. As if he could already read her body’s demands instinctually, he placed a second finger inside to join the first. Yes, she wanted this, but faster.
“Don’t rush. We have all the time in the world.”
She panted. “How did you know that I wanted it faster?”
His knowing smile would be the only response she got to her question. His fingers moved inside of her as he stroked her with his other hand. In two seconds, he’d found her clit.
“There it is. That’s what I’ve been looking for.”
He leaned over and replaced his mouth where his fingers had been. Licking and sucking, he pulled at her clit with his teeth. The small bundle of nerves seized within his mouth and before she could think, her body convulsed in a moment of pure bliss.
She called out his name and she floated away from the world for a moment.
“Judy?”
His voice brought her back to her body. She opened one eye to see pure male satisfaction painting his hard features. With a laugh, she reached up and squeezed his nose. “Don’t be cocky.”
“Oh, but I am.”
Leaning up on her elbows, she grinned. “Oh, so I can see.” Stretching between them, she pulled at his briefs. “Do you always sleep in the near-nude?”
He nodded. “I do.”
“Good to know.” She tugged at him again. “I can’t rip them off you so you’re going to have to either roll over or help me out here.”
“All right.” He rolled onto his back. “Take them off me.”
She climbed up until she straddled his knees. “I’m on top of you and you’re still ordering me around.”
“Yes.”
He sounded so unabashedly unembarrassed by his bossiness that she had to lean over and bite him on his hard belly. He hissed and then laughed, his eyes dancing with joy at her action. His wolf had wanted to play? She’d play.
She kissed down his stomach toward his hard cock. She could see pre-cum seeping through the white cotton of his briefs. Yes, he had been as affected by her as she had by him.
That made her powerful. Even if he ordered her around in the bedroom.
“I thought you were going to take off my underwear for me?”
“I might. If you ask me nicely.” She nodded.
“Oh, I see. You make promises you don’t keep?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I promise, I will make you even hotter. When you ask me nicely.”
He growled, the sound one of frustration mixed with angst. “Please, mate, suck my cock.”
“Gladly.”
Her heart beat in anticipation. She’d just made him ask her to do something, and she intended to follow through in a big way. In one swift move, she yanked his briefs off his body. His cock stuck out toward her. Hard, huge, and highly veined, he looked like a god. Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him more than she’d ever wanted to experience anything.
“Too much?”
Though she didn’t look up at him, she heard the concern in his voice. “Nope. Just admiring the view.”
Leaning over, she took him in her mouth, starting with the top and licked him.
Salty and male
. “I might not have your wolf senses, but the way you taste makes me really happy.”
His laugh was a groan. “Glad I could oblige.”
Opening her throat, she slid him all the way inside of her. Yes, she wanted this, desired more and more of him. Up and down, she slid over his hard member fueled forward by his shout of coarse, unrestrained joy. He loved this.
“Oh, god, Judy. No one has ever…in all of my life….”
She could barely hear him for the ringing in her ears. His excitement propelled her to the next level. She might come from giving him head alone.
“Enough.” He pulled her off of him and she shuddered with disappointment. “I’m coming inside of you.”
Before she could respond, he’d rolled her onto her back. “Open for me.”
Moving her legs, she stared upward at him. Her heart suddenly moved into her throat. Life was short. She’d always known it and relearned it in the worst possible way that evening. Yet, there she lay, doing what she should have been doing for years. She’d denied them both so much time.
He kissed her hard, pushing all thoughts or regrets from her mind. In one swift move, he’d entered her. She gasped beneath him, feeling the hard muscles of his chest clench as she did. He didn’t waste time. In and out he rubbed against her clit. Each time, shivers assaulted her body.
She’d wanted rough and known he’d give it to her. Exactly as she wanted it. Her muscles struggled to keep up with him even as she begged him for more. Animalistic noises escaped from her throat, making her wonder which one of them had the canine inside.
He grabbed her hair. “Shit. You are so hot.”
Pressure built inside of her body. Her womb wept, desperate for completion. All sound stopped in the world except for their heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart against her hand.
“Please.” She didn’t even know exactly what she asked for anymore, the experience trumping any she’d ever had. As of that moment, everything became new.
“Come for me, beautiful.”
She followed his order. Colors passed before her eyes and she bit down on him again, this time unrestrained. Her muscles spasmed. Her fingers grasped onto his dark chest hair as he followed her into oblivion.
The world went white.
Gunther hummed. Funny, she’d never have taken him for a hummer.
She opened her eyes. “Happy?”
“Well, I have my mate in my bed with me. How could I not be?”
She elbowed him. “I’m not your mate. I’m a human. We don’t do that. I’ll be your girlfriend.” She rolled over to kiss him on the chest. “Until you piss me off.”
He smiled, pulling her even closer. “We’ll see. I’m a patient man. You’re my mate. Even if you don’t know how much you want to be.”
She groaned, the emotions of the day starting to overtake her. She closed her eyes, even knowing he spoke the truth.
“It might have taken you two years to come here. But I’m so glad you did.”
She smiled. Gunther—solid, real, and steady. Whatever he wanted to call her, they belonged together.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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As a teenager, Rebecca Royce would hide in her room to read her favorite romance novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes, these days, that her parents think it was well worth it.
Rebecca is the mother of three adorable boys and is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.
She's in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and tries to use all of these elements in her writing. She's been told she's a little bloodthirsty so she hopes that when you read her work you'll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. Rebecca loves to write series because she loves to see characters develop over time and it always makes her happy to see her favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.
In Rebecca Royce's world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.
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I’ll Be Mated for Christmas
A 1 Night Stand Story
Bethany Johnson grew up one of the only humans in a pack of werewolves. She didn’t have an easy time and her self-confidence was almost non-existent. Finally, after some serious psychotherapy and the help of weight-loss surgery, she is feeling like the Bethany she has always wanted to be. But now she has to say goodbye to the werewolves in her life. Out with the old and in with the new this year…
Luke Denarius is the new Alpha of the Delta pack. He’s never met Bethany but the second he scents her he knows she is his. No way is she going off to Italy for adventure and hot sex with other men.
With the help of Madame Eve these two will find that a mating is in the works for Christmas.
Behind the Scenes
Kyra Soloman has been a successful actress in Hollywood since she was fifteen years old. Now, about to turn thirty, she's had enough of the scene. She wants to move to New York City and rediscover her love of acting.
Brent Hallow is the new 'it' guy in town. He's recently starred as a vampire in a teenage angst movie. He's also twenty-four years old, and the fact that Kyra is attracted to him makes her feel very old.
But one hot night at a Hollywood house party will show them both they share more than the love of acting…and the real desire for rough sex as well.
Shifters & Bikers Book 2
Bar Mate
Wolf-shifter Yvette Nelson is incredibly bored with her job, working as a waitress at Gunther’s Bar. It’s always the same scene, the same noise. Until one night, when a man she’s never met comes into the bar. He’s dressed like a typical Biker but there’s something about him she can't dismiss. She has to have him right away.
A quickie in her boss’s office brings out some unexpected consequences she hadn’t anticipated and she can’t control.