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Authors: Avelyn McCrae
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, tragedy, Erotic, vacation, Alpha, wolf shifter, Mate, Owner, invisible, Wolfe Island, Dilemma, Claim, Infatuation
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seducing her, romancing her, but as a wolf, it would always be like this: hot, hard, feral.
She was the sweetest heaven. Her untried sheath grabbed him like the tightest fist, his massive cock continuing to grow and lengthen inside her perfect she-wolf’s body. His perfect she-wolf’s body. She belonged only to him.
His huge build caged hers, his heavy and muscled chest pushing her down into the ground as he claimed her with pure animal abandon — complete carnal need. She growled her acceptance, encouraging him to give her more.
And he gave her everything.
He felt his release coming, knew he was close when the barbs around his penis engaged to hold them joined. As jets of pulsing seed ejaculated into his mate, he lifted his head and howled to the moon — a declaration of the claiming – and then sunk his teeth into the tender area between her shoulder and neck.
* * *
A ngelica had never known such bliss. Her Alpha claimed her. Her Alpha. Hers .
She was dreamily aware of his big body emptying into hers as a chorus of celebratory howls from all directions reached her ears. Yes! Her pack! She wanted to howl in joy, but she didn’t have the energy to do anything more than whimper and purr as a sharp pain blinded her to everything except bliss...
Chapter 9
A ngelica woke amongst a cloud of softness. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a sea of fluffy white pillows and silken sheets of gold.
The delicious aroma of food roused her interest. She sat up carefully — her entire body was extremely tender — to find a tray next to the bed. It was heavily piled with all sorts of things: pastries, an omelet, sausage, bacon, pancakes, fruit, and coffee. It was the latter she went for first.
It tasted different than she remembered, more bitter. But she was also able to discern subtle undertones of cacao and hard earth, which she hadn’t before. It had also been brewed with desalinized water, she realized. And the cream had been neither pasteurized nor refrigerated. Even the sugar she spooned in - one sniff was all it took to know it had come from sugar cane fields of southern Georgia.
But how could she possibly know all of this?
Her eyes were drawn by the slightest hint of movement. She turned to find him watching her intently — Derrick Wolfe, the man who had been dominating her dreams. He was every bit as beautiful as she remembered. That silky black hair. Those haunting blue eyes that spoke to her very soul.
The image of him blurred with that of a magnificent beast, shiny and black with those same evocative eyes and long, razor sharp canines.
Her heart instantly soared, her body tingling from head to toe. She had been attracted to him before, but this...this was so much more than that. Waves of need, of desire, of something powerful and all-encompassing, rose up within her.
“Mr. Wolfe?” she asked breathlessly.
He smiled slightly, as if amused. “Mr. Wolfe now, is it?” he asked, his rich, deep voice stroking between her legs as plainly as if he’d put his hand there. He rose and began to walk...no, stalk gracefully across the room to her bed. She pulled the coverings up to hide her suddenly swollen breasts and swallowed a groan as the silk rasped against her impossibly hard nipples.
“Come now, Angelica,” he said softly, seductively, “you can do better than that.”
As he drew closer, a barrage of erotic dreams rushed into her mind. Images of nuzzling, licking, begging, pleading, and carnal pleasure overwhelmed her. Of her insatiable need as a black beast mounted her, over and over again, glorious and demanding and never enough. No, not her. A wolf. A golden wolf with her eyes.
She squirmed beneath the covers, pressing her lips together to stop the desperate moan vying for escape. Visions — memories? — of him thrusting into her, filling her from the inside out, washed over her again, a searing wave of heat and desire that left her breathless.
What was it about this man that made her
She was the sweetest heaven. Her untried sheath grabbed him like the tightest fist, his massive cock continuing to grow and lengthen inside her perfect she-wolf’s body. His perfect she-wolf’s body. She belonged only to him.
His huge build caged hers, his heavy and muscled chest pushing her down into the ground as he claimed her with pure animal abandon — complete carnal need. She growled her acceptance, encouraging him to give her more.
And he gave her everything.
He felt his release coming, knew he was close when the barbs around his penis engaged to hold them joined. As jets of pulsing seed ejaculated into his mate, he lifted his head and howled to the moon — a declaration of the claiming – and then sunk his teeth into the tender area between her shoulder and neck.
* * *
A ngelica had never known such bliss. Her Alpha claimed her. Her Alpha. Hers .
She was dreamily aware of his big body emptying into hers as a chorus of celebratory howls from all directions reached her ears. Yes! Her pack! She wanted to howl in joy, but she didn’t have the energy to do anything more than whimper and purr as a sharp pain blinded her to everything except bliss...
Chapter 9
A ngelica woke amongst a cloud of softness. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a sea of fluffy white pillows and silken sheets of gold.
The delicious aroma of food roused her interest. She sat up carefully — her entire body was extremely tender — to find a tray next to the bed. It was heavily piled with all sorts of things: pastries, an omelet, sausage, bacon, pancakes, fruit, and coffee. It was the latter she went for first.
It tasted different than she remembered, more bitter. But she was also able to discern subtle undertones of cacao and hard earth, which she hadn’t before. It had also been brewed with desalinized water, she realized. And the cream had been neither pasteurized nor refrigerated. Even the sugar she spooned in - one sniff was all it took to know it had come from sugar cane fields of southern Georgia.
But how could she possibly know all of this?
Her eyes were drawn by the slightest hint of movement. She turned to find him watching her intently — Derrick Wolfe, the man who had been dominating her dreams. He was every bit as beautiful as she remembered. That silky black hair. Those haunting blue eyes that spoke to her very soul.
The image of him blurred with that of a magnificent beast, shiny and black with those same evocative eyes and long, razor sharp canines.
Her heart instantly soared, her body tingling from head to toe. She had been attracted to him before, but this...this was so much more than that. Waves of need, of desire, of something powerful and all-encompassing, rose up within her.
“Mr. Wolfe?” she asked breathlessly.
He smiled slightly, as if amused. “Mr. Wolfe now, is it?” he asked, his rich, deep voice stroking between her legs as plainly as if he’d put his hand there. He rose and began to walk...no, stalk gracefully across the room to her bed. She pulled the coverings up to hide her suddenly swollen breasts and swallowed a groan as the silk rasped against her impossibly hard nipples.
“Come now, Angelica,” he said softly, seductively, “you can do better than that.”
As he drew closer, a barrage of erotic dreams rushed into her mind. Images of nuzzling, licking, begging, pleading, and carnal pleasure overwhelmed her. Of her insatiable need as a black beast mounted her, over and over again, glorious and demanding and never enough. No, not her. A wolf. A golden wolf with her eyes.
She squirmed beneath the covers, pressing her lips together to stop the desperate moan vying for escape. Visions — memories? — of him thrusting into her, filling her from the inside out, washed over her again, a searing wave of heat and desire that left her breathless.
What was it about this man that made her
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