Her teeth dig into me, and the shock of it surges down my spine. There’s a primitive satisfaction that she wants to own me, while a part of me cannot believe she took that liberty with me. It is my prerogative as leader to mark her first.
Mine to own, to claim, to do with her as I want.
I’ve been holding back, and she has taken advantage of that; she has taken the lead in this mating game. More than the physical hurt, it’s my ego that roars in protest at the liberty.
With a roar, I flip her over, pinning her to the bed.
I snag her arms together to pull them up and over her head, shackling her wrists. I want to ask her what she’s trying to prove, but one look in those green eyes, and the words stutter in my mouth. I am not someone with a soft heart, I have no tenderness inside me. I take, that’s what I do, yet one whiff of the fear that vibrates off her, and when I open my mouth all that emerges is a rumbling gro
I see the play of emotions on his face…and, really, it should not be possible to differentiate the lust that leaks from his every pore with the flicker of something very much like confusion that I am sure I glimpsed there for a second. No, surely, I am mistaken.This is Rocky, the fiercest leader in the city, the man who killed his own father to become the General. The very hungry male who licks his tongue from the bottom of my pussy all the way to my clit at the top.No, no, no.I must have said it aloud, for a low purr flows over me. This sound is tenacious, insistent, like the vocal equivalent of a battering ram, seducing me, asking to be let in. And that confuses me. I am at his mercy. He is the leader, I am the dominion, in his suite, on his bed, and his tongue is writhing inside me, and yet a part of him tries to soothe me.I almost wish he didn’t.I wish that he’d take me and be do
I stay poised at the entrance to her moist, trembling core.Her body heaves and bucks and strains to get closer. Her skin grazes over mine and my blood pulses with need.That ache inside me for more, for so much more, to own her, to break her, hammers at my temples. I sniff the blood in the air, and it reminds me that it was she who had bitten me first…and yet I can’t just take her.Surprise! Apparently hidden inside is a kernel of someone decent, someone I thought I’d lost a long time ago, someone I still don’t recognize. It’s probably an aberration. And I am sure the restraint on my side is only because she is a virgin. No one, not even an dominion who’d dared to break into my stronghold, deserves to be taken against her will for her first time.And I am her first.I grow impossibly hard at the thought. Yet I also want to watch her closely, study her reactions
He bites the skin of my shoulder, and a flame of white heat arrows out to hurl through my veins, toward my chest. I scream out in pain even as a ball of heat throbs against my rib cage. I moan and thrash, but he doesn’t let go.The worst thing is that the pain clashes with my arousal and the mixture of the pain-pleasure only turns me on more. How is that possible?I shouldn’t be feeling the white-hot sting of arousal that guts me, that draws at a climax low in my belly.His bulbous knot is locked inside me, and more hot streams of cum sear my womb.I arch my legs up and hook them around him, digging my heels into his back. My spine curves off the bed; my chest thrusts out.He grips my breast and squeezes a nipple. Another spurt of pain jolts down my spine.Intense pleasure rolls over me, and the climax roars forward, then stops waiting for his touch, his hated…needed touch to make me come completely. “P
I sense her move, then the lamp smashes into the side of my head. Pain slices through my temples, and sparks of red flare behind my eyes. My hold on her loosens. But my knot inside her only strengthens. A fresh burst of desire slides into my blood, flowing all the way to the tip of my cock, engorging it further. Guess I should have told her that I have this propensity for violence… The harsher she is with me, the more it turns me on. I’ll leave that information out for now. Just to see how far she’ll go. How far can I hold out before my mind shuts down and the lust takes over? And what will that do to both of us?I lower my head and purr, a long, low, angry purr that rips out from inside and folds over her.Her gaze widens. The scent of her arousal intensifies. Her arm trembles and her grip on the lamp loosens.I smash my head into the lamp and send it flying from her hands. It falls on the bed, then rolls to the floor and crashe
He flips me over so I am straddling him.His knot is still heavy inside me, weighing me down, blocking all the cum that has streamed out of him.The thought only makes me hotter. Desire ripples down my spine.A low purr rumbles from his throat, stretching in the space between us.My stomach cramps, and I groan.Inside me he grows bigger, and his knot flexes. Every part of me aches, and yet there is still this hunger. An emptiness that seems to grow bigger by the second, filling me, making me feel like I am searching, yearning for something more.So much more. Of him. Of me. Of what he can do to me. Of what I want him to do to me. The force of my thoughts sends heat shooting through my blood. I bend down and hook my fingers in his hair, raking my nails down his scalp.His shoulders flex. Red streaks his cheekbones. He growls again, but this time it has a tone of challenge laced through it.
Her body goes limp, and she falls over.I guide her down to lay on me. Her shoulders twitch, and then her muscles relax as sleep takes over.Sprawled across my chest, her head fits under my chin. Her breathing is deep, like one who has been spent.It satisfies me to know that my dominion is content, for now.There are things I want to do to her which I’ve never wanted to do to anyone else, and that in itself is a shock.Since she’d walked into my space and I had taken a whiff of her scent, I’d known she was mine.Call it primitive, but it is the wont of the leader to dominate, and any dominion chosen by me had better be grateful I am going to see her through her heat cycle.I tighten my arms around her, and she moans. It’s such an inherently feminine sound, so completely contradictory to everything I am, that I harden again.She burrows in deeper, and warmth floods my chest.I unhook
His voice whispers in my ear. Seductive, beautiful, it shivers over my nerve endings. The heat of his body cocoons me. I feel safe and secure. And that can’t be right. A flicker, a hum of contentment rolls out of me. I rub my cheek against the hard, unforgiving planes of his chest. He curves his body around me, and it feels so right.Is this what it feels like to be home? But I don’t have a home. Not since my country was invaded, and my father made a deal with the Vikings— virgin dominions for the life of his people.I’d managed to escape with as many of the dominion women as I could save.We’d stowed away on a ship to Scotland, and the leader of the Scots had agreed to protect us. On one condition. I had to comply with his plan of sneaking into the General’s stronghold and killing him.I had failed in my mission.Now I was going to meet the fate of almost every dominion captured by an
I’d meant to take her, put her in her place, show her that she is an dominion who has to submit to me. I’d meant to be harsh, not caring for her needs. And I wasn’t. I was only satisfying myself. If, during that time, I also gave her pleasure, well, what is the harm in that?As it is, I can’t get enough of her body, her soft skin, her warm, tight pussy that clasps around me.The still rational part of my brain twinges, and I push it away.I shove aside all thought, everything except for the desire that tightens my groin. The blood that rushes to my shaft, thickening its head so it flares up and knots into place. I am going to make sure that none of my fluid slips out. Make sure every part of my hardness is sheathed inside her. Under me, she thrashes her head from side to side. Her back arches off the bed and slams into me. Her arms push down on the mattress, shoving the curve of her spine into my chest.
THE LOCAL SHERIFF and his deputy arrived first. I was still a little lightheaded from the gunshot, or maybe from discovering I was a shifter, but years of protocol pushed to the forefront.“Agent Johnson?”“Yes, sir.”After I’d shifted back, I’d called Vaughn and tried to convince him to send backup, so we could catch whoever showed up with the empty trailer for the cows and drugs, but he wouldn’t have it—especially after he heard I’d already been shot at. He’d notified the sheriff to get there immediately, and the sheriff had arrived with lights flashing, which prockyably meant whoever was responsible for driving the drugs across the border would keep right on driving past.I kept my hand over the wound at my side as I reached out to shake his hand.John and Jenny had brought me a change of clothes, which I’d stained a little with blood from
CATHY STRUGGLED, rolling to her side, then emitting a yip of pain. She was panicking, her amber eyes wild and almost feral. This hadn’t been one of her secrets. I was sure of it. She hadn’t known she was a wolf—or part wolf— because she sure as hell had smelled like a human before.Which meant… she’d never shifted before and only did so now because of the pain of being shot. Her biology kicked in to save her life. No one had seen her like this before. No one knew how perfect she was… human or wolf.I stroked my hand over her soft fur. “Shh… settle.” I put alpha command in my voice. “It’s all right. There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re a shifter, like me. That’s why my wolf chose you.” I smiled down at her. “I know you hurt, but shifting is a good thing. You’ll heal and quickly. Your body knows what to do. Don’t be afraid, you’re go
I KNEW IMMEDIATELY GRACE—CATHY—WASN’T in the house. I would’veheard her breathing. Hell, even her pulse. Now that I’d made the choice that she was to be mine… officially, my wolf was attuned to her. Or the lack of her.Her scent was in the air around the exterior of the house but not strong. There was a distinct path of the scent. She rarely used the front door. My wolf picked her up going in and out of the back door more. I followed across the back porch and back down the steps, across the grass and toward—“Fuck,” I said, cutting through the night. She was at Sam’s.I knew it. My wolf knew it. It was after eleven. Unless she was at his place to fuck, she was there for work. I didn’t even give the first any thought. I’d satisfied her. She didn’t need Sam for that. Besides, now that I could see past my anger at her secrets, I knew she wo
I WATCHED Sam’s place from the master bedroom window all evening. His fancy pickup truck had been gone all afternoon. My guess was he’d gone to pick up the drugs from wherever Murrieta dropped them. I didn’t take Sam for the kind of guy to go pick up drugs. It was beneath a billionaire to get his hands dirty. But he was the minion now. Murrieta’s mule. Literally. Unfortunately, we didn’t know about that angle of the operation, but if we got Sam in cuffs and in an interrogation room, we’d be able to get the details. Especially if we had him with the drugs. To Murrieta, Sam was a little fish. As for Sam, he only cared about himself, and if he could finagle any kind of deal with the DEA, I figured he’d squeal like a pig.I kicked myself for not seeing him leave, so I could tail him, but so long as I got him with the drugs now, we were in business.It was eleven o’clock when I heard the crunch of t
THE SHAKING of my bed made me groan.“Get up, asshole.”“What the fuck?” I growled.“You’ve had two days.”Seth.“I’ve never known you to drink yourself into a fucking stupor.” John.I blinked, tried not to have sharp spikes drill into my skull as I did so. My bed was soft. Warm. I didn’t want to move. I was pretty sure I’d been in it for twenty-four hours straight.“I’m keeping away the moon madness,” I muttered. “And thoughts about Grace. I mean, Cathy. Whatever the fuck her name is.”One of them kicked the bed.My stomach flip flopped.“You smell like the floor at Cody’s after closing.” Again, Seth.“Are you still wearing the same clothes as at the picnic?” Fucking John. Groaning, I sat up facing the window. It was dark
I MARCHED to the end of the property and split the barbed wire to step between it.Rocky and I had repaired the fence where the bull came through, but I had yet to confront Sam about it. I’d been saving it as an excuse to be on his property at some point. And truthfully? I’d been too wrapped up in spending time with Rocky for the last week to use that excuse.Now? It was time.I’d wasted a week, but now I was back on the job.Except the time hadn’t been wasted. It had been everything I needed to live. Now it was all gone. Returning to the life I had before Rocky felt like jumping in a lake with cement shoes on.Nothing could be done about that.I’d hurt him. He wasn’t going to forgive me. Even if he did, I couldn’t stay. I had a job back in Phoenix. Or wherever I went on assignment next.Except that thought made the brick in the pit of my s
WHAT THE FUCK was I going to do? In the past eighteen years as alpha, I’d never come across such a fucking mess. I was used to working out prockylems for other people. Handling disputes. Leading mating ceremonies. Funerals. But this?It was all about me.I stood stiff and still as the she-wolf was brought to me for introductions. My pack wanted to match me to this alpha’s daughter. I’d balked at the idea because Grace was to be mine.But what in the fuck did it matter?Grace wasn’t Grace. The whole thing had been a lie.I didn’t have a mate.And my pack needed me to take one.Maybe they were right. Maybe I had no fucking sense of what a mate was.That had been proven, loud and clear, when John had helped suss out the truth.How long would she have faked it with me?Unlike Cathy, this pack princess was a shifter. She would ease the minds of assholes like Nat
I STOOD ROOTED to the ground, staring at the beautiful alpha wolf meant for Rocky. The one Layla had told me about.Oh God.This was the train wreck I saw coming.Rocky wasn’t looking at her, though. He was looking at me—the pain of betrayal burning in his gaze. I’d made him look at me that way. It was my own doing.I scrambled into the car and rushed to start it. I had to get away. Leave him to get on with his life. I backed up fast, tires skidding the dirt, then took off for home.Home. Ha. What a joke.I tried to stay strong, but halfway back to the house, I broke down and cried the whole rest of the short drive. It was any wonder I didn’t end up in a ditch. Everything I’d thought would happen, had. Rocky learned the truth and felt slighted. No, that wasn’t the right word. Betrayed.He’d bared his soul, and that of his community, to me
WE WERE NEARING the full moon, but this wasn’t a get together to shift and run in the moonlight. Instead, it was an afternoon picnic. By five o’clock, about twenty pack members were in the field behind the house. Usually, we met in the barn, so there was some shade and a roof in case it rained, but the construction project wasn’t finished. Sawhorses with boards across were set up as tables for the hefty quantity of food everyone brought. From Layla’s and Jenny’s potato salad to peach pie, hamburgers and even homemade ice cream had been devoured. The Barn Cats were tuning their instruments and setting chairs beneath a tree where they’d perform. Some laid out blankets, so they could sit and listen. Others had brought fold-up chairs.Grace sat beside me in a pretty green sundress that matched her eyes and had me wanting to slip the little straps off her shoulders and devour what was beneath. I’d kept as close as I could to her since she