Authors: Savannah Stuart
stairs. After she peeled it off, she ran her hands along his muscled chest. She dug her
fingers into his hard flesh and groaned into his mouth.
Most werewolves stayed in shape, but this man—her man—was absolute
perfection. All hard lines and muscles and just a smattering of hair across his chest, he
was the kind of man who turned heads. And he was all hers.
Until now she’d forced herself to keep her feelings at bay, but letting them free was
liberating. She was free to want something again, to claim something as her own.
Stephan was hers and every wolf and woman in a hundred-mile radius was going to
know. She was no longer alone in the world and that in itself, unchained her.
Her nipples pressed painfully through the fabric of her sweater. As she rubbed
herself against him, the hardened tips stroked against the material, begging to be freed.
Suddenly she was falling. She tensed for impact but her fall was cushioned by the
rumpled comforter of their bed. Shirtless, and breathing hard, Stephan stood above her.
His chest rose and fell and the heated look in his dark eyes was enough to curl her toes.
He quickly shucked his pants and she was pleased but not surprised that he’d gone
commando. His cock jutted forward proudly. She couldn’t wait until it was buried deep
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inside her. His pubic hair had been trimmed before but she noticed he’d shaved and cut
almost all of it. The realization that he’d done it for her made her stomach clench. Not to
mention, the effect made his cock look even bigger.
When she reached for the hem of her sweater, he stopped her. Like lightning, he
straddled her on the bed. His strong thighs encased her in a tight grip, making it
impossible to move her legs. Grasping her wrists, he held them above her head.
She was completely caged in. The reality of being dominated turned her on more
than she could have imagined.
“This time, you don’t do anything unless I say,” he rasped.
She nodded and her hair swished against the covers. “Okay.”
With one hand, he held her wrists in place, and with the other, he pushed her
sweater up. As his hand trailed up her skin, tingles trailed across her entire body. When
her breasts were bared, she fought off an involuntary shiver.
Cool air rushed over her, but before she could blink, he covered one nipple with his
mouth. Kissing and teasing, he trailed moist circles around her areola.
Arching her back, she tried to get closer to him. When she attempted to spread her
legs, his thighs tightened around her.
His head lifted slightly. “I don’t think so,” he murmured against her breast. His hot
breath sent tantalizing shivers skittering across her skin.
The hand keeping her wrists captive loosened and he worked a slow trail down to
her other aching breast. Cupping it, he lightly stroked his thumb over the distended tip
while continuing the assault with his tongue.
Her pussy clenched and unclenched with the need to be filled. She’d assumed he’d
want to get straight to business and mark her but it appeared he was taking his sweet
time.
Of all times, she did not want foreplay. After the rough coupling they’d had in that
bathroom, she hadn’t been able to get it out of her mind. She’d always thought she liked
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her sex a little softer, but when he’d taken her like that, almost in anger, it had been hot
as sin.
And she wanted more of it.
Since he’d released her hands, she was free to do as she pleased. Threading her
fingers through his thick hair, she clutched his head. What he was doing to her breasts
felt amazing but unless he eased the throbbing between her legs, he was just a damn
tease.
“Enough,” she muttered.
He chuckled against her skin and lifted his head. When their gazes locked, there
was no laughter in his eyes. He looked…feral.
And hungry.
The dark glint sent her senses haywire. She was his meal and that was more than
fine with her. His hands dipped south and in a few movements, he’d unzipped her
jeans and pushed them down. Somehow, he managed to get her almost fully undressed
without losing that skin on skin contact.
While he tugged her pants off, she finished shimmying out of her sweater. Now the
only barrier between them was her barely there thong.
With one of his large hands, he covered her mound. Teasingly, he pushed the
flimsy material to the side and played with her clit. Strumming the hardened bud with
his middle finger, he kept his eyes locked on hers.
She could come simply from the light stroking and his white-hot gaze. But she
wanted him inside her when that happened. She wanted their bonding to be perfect.
For a year she hadn’t had anything good or pure in her life, and she wanted this to be
everything she’d ever hoped for. More importantly, she wanted it to be perfect for him.
“I’m ready.” She almost didn’t recognize her own voice as she spoke. Her hoarse
words sounded sensual and seductive.
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Without a word, he removed his hand, grasped her hips and flipped her over. The
sudden show of power made her pussy clench wildly.
As he clutched her hips, she was already pushing up on all fours. The need to feel
him inside her was overpowering. He pulled her panties down so they were at her
knees and spread her thighs apart a little more.
Her thong added a bit of restriction to her movements and when a brief thought of
what it might be like to be tied up by him flashed in her mind, heat pooled between her
legs.
He ran a calloused palm over her back and ass then reached between her legs.
Tracing a finger over her slit, he ran it up until he touched her clit then he moved back
and pushed inside her. She couldn’t bite back a moan.
She clenched around his finger and tried to move back, needing to feel him deeper.
He removed his finger before bending forward over her. His chest rubbed over her back
and she could feel his cock pressing against her opening. Still, he didn’t try to push into
her. Instead, he placed his hands over hers and feathered kisses along the back of her
neck.
Her hair fell over her shoulders, giving him perfect access.
“You sure you’re ready?” he murmured in between kisses.
“Yes.” More than ready.
That was all he needed to hear. Pushing up, he placed his hands firmly around her
hips and plunged into her, filling her completely. Without giving her a chance to adjust,
he pulled out then pushed in again. This time with more force.
Her inner walls clenched and contracted around him with a fervor. She was so slick
and wet, she had no problem taking him. Gasping, she clutched the sheets and tried to
ground herself as he pistoned in and out of her.
“Who do you belong to?” His voice was raspy.
“You,” she whispered.
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“Who?” he growled.
“You!”
The declaration seemed to do something to her. As she said it, she realized it was
true. Her life had changed drastically after finding him and now they had a whole mess
of things to worry about, but she finally felt like she belonged somewhere. With
someone.
The harder he pushed, the more she propelled toward that edge. Her inner walls
contracted wildly until that sweet release was just within her reach.
“Let go,” he murmured before raking his teeth over the area where her neck and
shoulder connected.
So she did. Her fingers dug into the sheets as a powerful climax ripped through her.
Her pussy pulsed around him as she rode through her orgasm. The desire in her belly
uncoiled with a burst as the pleasure expanded and coursed through her entire body.
Even her toes tingled.
Before she could come down from her high, Stephan sunk his extended canines into
her neck. The knowledge that they were bonded overrode the fleeting pain.
After marking her, his grip on her hips tightened as he drove into her. With a shout,
he emptied himself inside her. When he finished, he lightly squeezed her waist before
collapsing on the bed. Instead of falling on top of her, he rolled to the side and dragged
her with him.
Her body was too hot for the contact so she lay on her back next to him, positioning
her head in the crook of his outstretched arm. Their labored breathing was the only
sound penetrating the quiet bedroom.
She wasn’t sure if she should feel different now that they were bonded. Glancing
down at herself, everything looked and felt normal. Propping up on one elbow, she
looked at Stephan. “Do you feel…different?”
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“Yeah, I hope you do too. If not, I seriously fucked that up.” He chuckled under his
breath as he reached out and stroked her neck. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“I’m fine, but that’s not what I meant.” She bit her bottom lip. Narrowing her gaze
at him, she tried to project her thoughts.
What does kardia mou mean?
“My heart,” he murmured as he stroked his thumb over her tender neck.
Oh…hey, it worked.
We should also be able to communicate in wolf form now too,
he said.
“So, my heart, huh?” she asked aloud.
His eyes flashed a darker shade as he nodded. “That’s right, vixen. You’re mine
now.”
She scooted up a few inches and pressed her lips against his. All the external stuff
in their life melted away for a few seconds as his hand strayed to her waist and he
pulled her closer against him. The skin on skin contact was exactly what she needed.
The fact that the Council was sending their enforcer to Miami was a little scary, but
she had no doubt the Lazos pack—now her pack—would protect her and her sister.
Stephan’s father hadn’t hesitated in his commitment to take them in. In her experience,
that was a rare quality. She’d loved her pack but they’d been wary of all outsiders. The
Lazoses had not only taken them in, but the blonde werewolf from the lab as well.
While there weren’t any declarations of undying love between her and Stephan, she
knew it was only a matter of time before she told the big wolf she loved him. Hell, she
was half in love with him now. Maybe more than half. Saying it now wouldn’t feel right
though. Sighing contentedly, she snuggled closer to him.
It would be nice if everything in their lives could be fixed and wrapped up with a
pretty red bow, but that wasn’t going to happen. Still, even with all the external forces
against them, she felt incredibly lucky and safe in the arms of her mate.
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“What the hell is that?” Stephan growled and tightened his grip over Marisol’s bare
stomach.
“I think it’s my cell phone.” Chuckling, she swatted his hand away and rolled over.
Scrambling for her purse, she found it where she’d tossed it on the floor earlier. When
she saw the number on the caller ID, she frowned. It was a Miami area code but she
didn’t recognize it. “Hello?”
“I left a present for you.” A familiar voice chilled her veins.
“Preston Morales,” she spat his name.
“So you remember me?” His voice was low, mocking.
Of course she remembered the wolf who’d helped betray her pack. She turned
around to find Stephan sitting straight up in bed. His jaw ticked and the rage rolling off
him was potent. She tried to ignore it and focus on Preston. He was calling her for a
reason. “What present are you talking about?”
“Antonio Perez of course.”
“
You
killed him? Why?” It made no sense considering they’d been business
partners.
“Sniveling human tried to double-cross me.”
“What do you want?” She tried to fight the nausea swelling in her stomach. Despite
the fact the last couple days with Stephan had been absolute heaven, a dark cloud had
been hanging over her head. Whoever had killed Perez was still out there and now she
knew who that someone was.
“What I’ve always wanted. You.”
She gasped.
“What?”
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“I’ve been trying to track you for months but you’re a sneaky little bitch.”
Her throat clenched. She opened her mouth but no sound would come out. She’d
been extra careful over the past year because she’d known he’d been out there, but she
hadn’t realized he’d been hunting her.
He continued, “Perez was your first gift. Until you give yourself over to me, I’ll
keep delivering more presents.”
The way he said “presents” sent a chill slithering down her spine. “Why’d you
poison my pack?”
“Your father didn’t want us together. No one did. I thought that once they were out
of the way we’d be together. But you had to run away from me.” His voice trembled
manically.
“You’re insane!”
“Watch your tongue, little bitch. You’ve got something to lose now. Either come to
me willingly or I’ll kill that wolf you’ve been fucking.”
He’d been watching her.
As if he read her mind, he said, “That’s right. I know you’ve shacked up with that
Lazos wolf. You’ve got twenty-four hours to make a decision. Come to me willingly or
I’ll get you myself.” The phone died.
Her hands trembled as she laid the phone on the bed between her and Stephan.