His Choice

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Authors: Carrie Ann Ryan
Tags: fated, Desires, Dante's, Circle
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    Enforcer’s Redemption
    Blurred Expectations
    Forgiveness
    Shattered Emotions
    Hidden Destiny
    A Beta’s Haven
     
    Holiday, Montana Series:
     
    Charmed Spirits
    Santa’s Executive
    Finding Abigail
    Her Lucky Love
    Dreams of Ivory
     
    Dante’s Circle Series:
     
    Dust of My Wings
    Her Warriors’ Three Wishes
    An Unlucky Moon
    Ever After
    Tangled Innocence
     
    Montgomery Ink:
Ink Inspired
    Ink Reunited
     
    Coming Soon:
    Redwood Pack
     
    Fighting Fate
    Loving the Omega
    Dark Fates
     
     
    Dante’s Circle:
     
    Nocturne’s Heat
    Fierce Enchantment
     
    Montgomery Ink:
     
    Delicate Ink

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    From USA Today Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan’s Redwood Pack Series
    A Beta’s Haven
    Chapter One
     
     
    The warm, willing woman in his arms moaned, and Jasper Jamenson pulled her closer, loving the way she arched into him. She was soft, perfect. His. The delicate skin under his hands was familiar, and yet, with each touch, it was like finding something new, something precious, created only for him. His eyes were closed, but he knew he wasn’t dreaming, at least he hoped he wasn’t. He’d hate to have that happen. Again.
    His mate, the love of his life, and his partner, Willow, wiggled her ass against his cock, and he moaned.
    Loudly.
    “Not so loud, Jasper, you’ll wake Brie,” Willow whispered, her voice heavy with sleep, gradually filling with need. He felt her body shaking—from holding back laughter or a moan of her own, he wasn’t sure. Well, he’d just have to make sure it was the latter. There would be no laughter from his mate while he had his cock pressed against her and when they were both ready to fuck, make love, connect…any of those words that would make them breathe heavy.
    He nipped at her neck, and she tilted for him, giving him better access. He licked and sucked at her skin, the salty taste of her body from sleep mixed with the cinnamon that always danced on his tongue when he touched his mouth to her. He’d keep his moans down and try to be quiet, but only because he knew his daughter in the room next to theirs had hearing worthy of any wolf.
    “You’re the loud one, darling,” he teased as he let his hand move to her breast. He plucked at her nipples, loving their reaction to him, pebbling in his palm as he cupped her breasts. He molded them in his hands, taking in their heavy weight. He trailed his hand from between her breasts down over her belly and below the shorts she wore, to the trimmed hair between her legs. He’d never tire of how soft his mate was. Oh, she might not have the full curves of other women, but she was perfect for him.
    Willow spread for him, and he circled her clit, his cock hardening even more at the way she plumped for him with just one easy stroke. He’d make her come on his hand, and then, while she was still cascading down from her high, he’d slide his cock into her heat and pump into her until she came again, and he’d come with her.
    Yes, that was a good morning he could live with.
    He trailed one finger lower and froze as the door creaked open.
    “Daddy! It’s breakfast time!” Brie squealed.
    Jasper heard her little feet tap against the floor as she ran to his side of the bed. He quickly removed his hand from his wife’s pants and rolled to his other side so he could stop Brie from jumping into their bed. With just one look, she came to a stop, sliding a bit before regaining her footing. Jasper had his arm out to catch her, but he wasn’t needed.
    This time.
    “Morning, my baby girl,” he said, a smile on his face, even though he hadn’t gotten to finish what he’d started with his wife. Again. “What did we say about doors in this house, honey?”
    She scrunched up her little face. Her brown hair tumbled in a mess around her head as if she hadn’t brushed it in weeks, though he knew Willow had put a braid in it before bed. Brie tended to sleep as wildly

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