Changeling 02 - The Dangers Of Adopting A Werewolf Page 2

  Zoey cried out, consumed by his will and enflamed by his touch. He pulled her shirt over her head, and she didn’t stop him. He continued his assault on both breasts as his hand cupped her core, teasing her pussy through the rough material of her jeans. Her panties were soaked and she had no doubt he could feel the heat radiating through the denim.

  “I need to taste you, love” he rasped, his breathing ragged as he unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper. His fingers slipped under her panties and caressed her wet, burning flesh. “You’re so wet, hot, ready to be taken. Now I can smell and feel your arousal. I have to sate you,” he groaned as he pulled her jeans and panties down her legs, discarding them on the floor.

  Zoey lost all rational thought. Her body was no longer her own. He was mastering her and all that mattered was her driving unexplainable urgency to climax.

  He growled as he spread her legs and dived between her legs without hesitation.

  Zoey whimpered at the first contact of his hot, wet tongue. He was aggressive and wild, his mouth latching onto her pussy as his tongue eagerly explored her sensitive folds. “Oh, Rafe. Yes” Her hands were still in his hair and she pulled him up against her pulsating core with trembling hands.

  Her body is humming with sensation. No man had ever pulled this reaction from her. Her body felt like it was ready to ignite as his tongue delved under the protective hood, exposing her vulnerable clit. He laved it with uncontrolled strokes as he nipped it to keep it in place.

  His relentless assault brought her hips off the floor, begging for release. She felt his fingers slide through her saturated pussy, teasing the tissues and sliding two of his large fingers inside of her empty, begging channel.

  “Yes. Fuck me. I need to come.” She knew nothing except for the fact that he was turning her inside out and her immediate need to orgasm.

  She moaned as she heard the wet suction of his fingers working her, fucking her harder and faster and hitting her sweet spot over and over. Harder and faster! Her back arched as his tongue and fingers gave her such pleasure that she came apart screaming his name.

  Spasm after spasm clenched around his fingers as she was flooded with moisture that he lapped at like a cat licked tasty cream. It was almost unbearable and wrung every bit of pleasure that could be had from her body.

  He slid up her body with the grace of a dancer, stopping to tongue her pebble hard nipples. “Mine” he grunted as he hyperventilated in her ear. He took her wrists, removing them from his hair and pinning them over her head. He kissed her, possessing her as though she belonged to him, branding her before he broke off and told her in a raspy voice, “You belong with me, Zoey. Mate with me.”

  She opened her eyes that she hadn’t realized had been closed and met his fierce blue stare. She was mesmerized by that look. She was drowning and there wasn’t a thing she could do to save herself.

  He ground his denim covered cock against her wet pussy, the friction making her moan. “Off,” she choked out, her body burning for true penetration. She needed his rod buried deep inside of her empty womb. She pulled at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against hers.

  He sat up and removed his t-shirt. She licked her lips as his big hand went down to release his cock from it’s confinement. He was out of his jeans and briefs before she could take a breath and she bit her lip as his member sprung free. Hot. Hard. Enormous!

  His face was flushed and his eyes were burning. Zoey could see the beads of sweat on his chest and face, a testament to just how difficult it had been for him to hold back and put her needs first.

  She reached out to touch his beautiful cock, running her hands over the silky surface. Her finger swiped a drop of moisture from the tip and brought it to her mouth. She savored the taste of his sex, wanting more.

  “I want to taste you” she told him, realizing that she was actually whining.

  He grabbed her wrists again and imprisoned her with his body. “No, Zoey. I’ll come. I can’t take it” He rubbed his burning body over hers. She could feel his shaft sliding along her soaking slit.

  “Take me, Rafe. I need you” She lifted her hips as his tongue slid along her neck, making her whole body tremble.

  “Will you agree to mate with me, Zoey” His voice was rough and demanding.

  Zoey knew she would agree to anything if he would just take her. “Yes. I’ll mate with you. Just fuck me”

  Rafe reached for his cock and thrust into her hot, empty hole.

  She heard him take a sharp breath and groan as he buried himself into her channel. “So hot and wet. Tight. Mine. Mine forever, Zoey.”

  Yes. Yes. Her body stretched to accommodate his size as her muscles and walls expanded. He filled her with his length and girth so tightly, so snugly, that she nearly came from his first stroke.

  She wanted to touch him so badly, but her wrists were still pinned above her head as though he were afraid she would get away. As if she could go anywhere with her body in ecstasy from his frenzied domination, he captivated her in a way that left her no escape. No desire to escape.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he took her hard and fast. Nothing had ever felt so good or so right. His cock pumped into her as her body tightened, begging for more.

  His mouth came down, his tongue entwining with hers, taking whatever little air she had left and leaving her breathless. He kissed her senseless as his cock fucked her with no mercy, his hips working like a fast-moving piston. He ground against her clit with every stroke. She broke her mouth from his to take an agonized breath, feeling the strength of her powerful orgasm start to hit her.

  When she broke, the waves pummeled her body, wrenching a cry from her lips that turned to a low keening moan as she was suffused and permeated with rapture. The spasms milked Rafe’s cock, and she heard him groan as she forced him over edge, causing him to spill his hot stream deep inside of her. She felt him bite her shoulder and it hurt, but it was an erotic pain that just elevated her pleasure. His teeth held for a moment and then released with a snarl.

  He let go of her wrists and she wrapped her arms around his big body, holding on for dear life as their bodies trembled together. He rolled to her side, taking her with him as they held each other tightly while gasping for air.

  “Mine,” she heard him rumble as his breath hit the side of her face at a rapid pace.

  She gained her senses slowly. Her heart calmed and she regained rational thought as she squirmed against him, wondering why she needed to be close to him so badly.

  It took her several minutes before reality came crashing into her. Oh. Shit. What had she just done? She had just fucked a total stranger and had the most earth shattering orgasms of her life with a man who wasn’t even really human.

  She wriggled out of his arms, averting her eyes from his. And she had worried about getting attached to a puppy? Her actions just now made that look pretty harmless.

  “Hey” he wrapped his arms around her waist before she could get up. “Are you okay, Zoey?”

  Hell, no. She wasn’t okay. Remorse was eating at her and she needed to escape. “I need to get dressed” She pulled away from him and quickly pulled her clothes on, her eyes never meeting his.

  He got up and she could see his gloriously nude body from the corner of her eye. Her stomach clenched as she watched his powerful muscles move as he pulled his shirt over his head and slipped into his briefs and jeans.

  She cleared her throat nervously as she tucked in her shirt. “This was a mistake”

  He came forward and cupped her face, forcing her eyes to meet his. “It was no mistake, Zoey. You and I are mates. We were meant for each other.”

  “Oh, for God’s sake, we don’t even know each other.”

  His lips curved up into a wicked grin. “I would say we know each other pretty intimately.”

  Tears filled her eyes as the enormity of what he was and what she had done hit her all at once. She wanted to be alone. She needed to be alone. Too many loses. She couldn’t take any mo
re. She knew instinctively that Rafe would turn her life upside down. She had moved here to find peace and recover. She didn’t need this.

  “Please leave” she whispered, her heart aching even as she uttered the words.

  “I know this is a lot to handle, Zoey, but we’re mates now. We won’t survive without each other. I know it will kill me” His voice was sincere and graveled with emotion as he pulled her close and held her tightly. “Please. Give it a chance. Give me a chance”

  Her emotions rose up inside of her as she choked on a sob. “I can’t. I just can’t” She cried, releasing all of her past heartbreak and pain. She sobbed for her sister, her broken engagement, the loss of her companion. His strong shoulder and tight embrace forcing her to blurt out all of her reasons for moving here and her need to find some peace. He listened…never moving an inch or letting up on his comforting hold.

  She pulled back and swiped at the tears on her face, feeling like an idiot for releasing the last year and a half of emotional incidents on him in just a few minutes. “I’m sorry.” Her face flushed with embarrassment. “I guess I just need to be alone.”

  “No you don’t, love. You need your mate. And I’m here now.” He let her pull away but his eyes were filled with compassion. “Take your time to figure it all out. I’m not going anywhere.”

  She just stared into his beautiful blue eyes and drank in his comforting presence. They were strangers, but so very connected that she could almost believe he really was her mate. She could almost accept that they belonged together.

  “If you don’t quite believe it right now, sweetheart…you will” His voice was steady and confident.

  She couldn’t imagine that she would ever completely understand it or accept it…but there was a small part of her that wanted to.

  *****

  Two months later…Zoey believed it. As she watched Rafe and his brother Noah fishing in a small river near his home, she sat lazily on the grass with his Brother Noah’s wife Grace, nibbling at some grapes from their picnic lunch which the two men had almost completely consumed.

  “Look at the two of them…puffing out their chests like little boys to argue over who can catch the biggest fish” Grace laughed softly, but her voice was full of love and affection.

  Noah and Rafe looked so much alike that there was no doubt that they were brothers, although she thought Rafe the more handsome of the two. She had no doubt that Grace thought exactly the same about Noah.

  Over the last two months Rafe had slowly chipped away at her defenses until she had none left. She adored the man with every bit of her heart and soul. They were rarely apart, spending all of their nights together. Zoey’s sleep schedule had gradually changed to coincide with his, her body adjusting to a different rhythm. She had learned to love the night and all of its charms. One of them in particular that was standing less than twenty feet away and made her heart flip flop every time she looked at him.

  Rafe had courted her sweetly and romantically. His patience and kindness had helped to heal her wounds from the past. Now there was a lot of laughter and unending happiness.

  He also fucked her senseless like he could never get enough. Her body tightened when she thought of how just last night…

  Naughty thoughts, love. Don’t get me hard right here in front of my brother. I’ll have to take you out in the woods and make you do something about it.

  Her lips turned up in a smile. She hadn’t quite gotten used to the fact that they could talk to each other in their minds, or that he could read her X rated thoughts about him.

  I love you, Rafe.

  Zoey had never told him before. She hadn’t meant to tell him quite that way, but her heart was so full, she needed to tell him or burst from the welling emotion.

  He turned and his intense blue eyes met hers. He threw down his fishing pole and pulled her from the ground, swinging her up in his arms. “Tell me again. Say it out loud.” His voice was husky and low.

  “I love you…you infuriating man…now put me down.” She laughed as she kicked to put her feet back on the ground. He only hefted her up and held her tighter.

  “About time. I love you, too, Zoey. So much it hurts” He covered her mouth with his, sealing their love with a breathtaking kiss.

  “Hey, you two. Get a room.” Noah laughed as he cast aside his pole and plopped down next to Grace.

  “We’ll be back in an hour…or two” Rafe growled as he carried Zoey off toward the woods.

  “Take your time.” Noah commented laughingly as he kissed his wife Grace softly with a wicked look in his eyes.

  Rafe never looked back as he carried his beloved mate deep into the woods and showed her exactly how much he loved and cherished her.

  Zoey laughed in protest at his abrupt interruption of the picnic…but she loved every minute of it.

  ~The End~

  Thank you for reading Dangers Of Adopting A Werewolf. Don’t miss the other two stories in this series- Changeling Encounters

  Mate Of The Werewolf

  All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf

  Also check out my other books, which include among others

  The Vampire Coalition:

  Ethan’s Mate – Book One

  Rory’s Mate – Book Two

  Nathan’s Mate – Book Three

  Liam’s Mate – Book Four

  Daric’s Mate – Book Five – Winter 2013

  Also, my latest series

  The Billionaire’s Obsession:

  Mine For Tonight – Book One

  Mine For Now – Book Two

  Mine Forever – Book Three

  and Mine Completely – A Valentine’s Day romance.

  Coming Soon ... The Heart Of The Billionaire

  The following is the first chapter from Mine For Tonight:

  Chapter 1

  Simon Hudson stood silently in the shadows of the opulent lobby, his hands in the pockets of his jeans and one shoulder propped against the frame of a large window that faced the street. His whole body was tense, his dark brown eyes scanning the sidewalk with the intense and total focus of a madman.

  Where in the hell is she? It’s ten forty-five.

  He knew Kara was working tonight. She had called in sick for the last two evenings, but was back to work at Helen’s Place, waiting tables on the swing shift. He had checked. His mother owned the bistro where Kara worked and was generally pretty forthcoming with information when Simon wanted it, but he was careful. If he wasn’t, his only parent would be hounding him to find out why he wanted information on Kara. His wonderful but inquisitive mom would be like a bloodhound after a scent if she thought that Simon’s interest was anything but casual. He would be nagged to death, his mother wanting to know exactly what his intentions were with Kara.

  Simon frowned. Like he had any intentions? He had fantasies and all of them involved Kara spread out on his bed, screaming his name as he made her come, over and over.

  Simon took a deep breath and slowly blew it back out, trying to get his body to relax and telling himself that he must be insane to take exactly the same position, night after night, for some woman who he had never officially met. But here he was…again, his back to the curious doorman, leering out the window like an unbalanced stalker, waiting to get a glimpse of Kara Foster. Something about the woman brought out strange, territorial, and protective instincts that kept him here, keeping watch, waiting for her to walk by his condo building on her way home from work.

  And then, when he spotted her, he’d do the same thing he always did. He’d follow her at a distance, trying not to alarm her, and wait until she had let herself into her apartment safely before he turned around and walked back home.

  He wouldn’t talk to her, or even get close to her. He never did. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but Kara was going to nursing school and working full-time at his mother’s restaurant. According to his mom, Kara adamantly refused to date because she didn’t have the time or energy to put into a relationship. She was pro
bably right about that. The insane woman didn’t sleep enough, eat enough. She had no one who even worried about her except for his mother…and Simon. Hell, in the last year, Simon had probably cared more about Kara’s well-being than a dozen family members would have, and he couldn’t even call her a friend. Problem was…he wasn’t a family member, and his feelings were far from brotherly.

  God, she was sweet!

  Simon had to bite back a groan of frustration as he thought about the first time he had seen Kara, her blue eyes flashing with humor, black tendrils of silky hair escaping from her ever-present ponytail and her lithe body moving gracefully from table to table at his mom’s restaurant. At the age of twenty-eight, she still retained a look of innocence and vulnerability that had Simon caught in her unintentional web. He’d been a prisoner there ever since.

  His mother spoke about Kara as if she were her daughter, and Simon knew that Kara and his mother had a special bond: one not formed by blood, but by a special friendship. Shit…if Kara were younger, Simon was pretty sure his mother would adopt her. Lips twitching slightly, Simon hoped his mother never expected him to be like a brother to Kara. It wasn’t happening. His cock stood at attention, rock-hard and ready, every time he saw her. What in the hell was it about this particular woman that made him so edgy and restless?

  Simon had fucked women who were more attractive or more sophisticated, and not a single one of them had ever touched any of his emotions. He was a loner, preferring to spend his time with his computer rather than attending social functions, but there were times when he needed a woman’s company for physical relief. Occasionally taking himself in hand just wasn’t getting it done. Simon had certain female acquaintances for those occasions, women who gave him the control he needed and had to have in the bedroom, without a lot of demands or questions. Damn it! That had been enough for him…until he had seen Kara.