Gina must have died and gone to heaven, or so she assumed as she moaned and thrashed on her couch as she got the most amazing oral ever, and from the most straight laced of sources. Who would have guessed the passionate nature hiding behind the scowl? The deft tongue flicking across her clit, its gentle rasp an unexpected delight. She went straight from aroused, to the edge of orgasm in seconds. And then he purred. Holy. Freakn'. Hell. The vibration of his lips, and the sounds against her most sensitive of parts, sent her over the edge. Yelling and hips bucking, the climax tore through her body and left her just about comatose. But her pussycat wasn't done yet. He covered her body on the couch, inserting his hips between her thighs, the tip of his hard cock probing her still quivering sex. In he plunged. Hard, deep jabs, perfectly aimed shots that hit her g-spot and left her unable to catch her breath. A shame, because if she'd possessed an ounce of air in
Wet, from the shower, his body sated for the moment, an arm loosely draped around a drowsy she-wolf, Sheng pondered the madness. What happened? He'd come over with the intention of telling Gina to keep her nose out of his business. Instead, he'd had sex with her, three times without protection. Worse than that? A part of him didn't panic at the possibility she might have gotten pregnant. Nope, his cat rumbled in satisfaction at the idea of kittens, and he couldn't say he hated the idea either. But with Gina? Crass mouthed. Scantily dressed. Always provoking him. Super sexy temptress. Oh damn it all to hell and back. He pressed his arm over his eyes as if that would hide the inevitable truth. Yeah, that didn't happen. Gina was his freakn' mate. Unbelievable. How could fate want to tie him to a woman who drove him batshit crazy? But could he really state surprise? Despite his initial purpose in coming her, a part of him knew, and expected, he'd sleep with her. Whe
A knock at the door had Gina flying to open it, wondering if her pussycat returned, hopefully to apologize for being an ass. What was wrong with the man? Making her body sing one minute, then yelling at her like she was evil incarnate the next. She didn't do on purpose to bring his subterfuge to light. Could she help the fact her cop brain saw something suspicious and insisted she look in on it? He should thank her for the concern she showed her family. How was she supposed to know he was in some kind of witness protection program and not just a criminal in hiding? Shifters didn't really have a governing body, even if rumors abounded of a secret council who kept an eye on their general affairs. So who hid him? The RCMP, the Americans, or someone else? And again, still not her fault if she found his cover suspect. Whoever was in charge of his case should have their head examined for using Jack and Jill as their cover ID. Swinging open the door, she prepared to give She
Jiao woke to the slamming of the front door and loud shouts. She recognized Sheng's voice as he stomped around, in the grips of a hissy fit, bellowing for her like a madman. While she'd usually not reply and would wait for him to find her, she kind of had a big problem. A really, really big problem, and it was naked in her bed with an arm slung around her waist. Oh no ? oh yay ? Chris fell asleep with her. But how to make sure Sheng didn't find her mate? And kill him? Somehow she doubted her talk of 'I think we need a fake divorce' would go over well with the reason so blatantly sprawled in her bed. Although, Sheng didn't need to know who slept under her covers if she headed him off. Sliding out from under Chris's arm, she held her finger to her lips when he opened his eyes. They opened even wider as Sheng's ranting got closer. "Stay here," she whispered before sliding on a robe. Concerned her scent would give her away, she held her nose and also doused herself in bod
As declarations went, Chris could understand Sheng's snicker. After all, his mate's brother didn't understand what his mother was capable of. If anyone could organize a rescue operation and take down a villain, dear old ma could. And provide food for after. The first call he made was to his mother. He gave her the basics, listened to her coldly spoken, "He's a dead man," before hanging up. "So?" Sheng asked, still looking uptight, but Chris could forgive him that. One, because Sheng wasn't married to Chris's woman ? no threesome for me, yay! ? and two, because Chris could see the fear in Sheng's eyes that only appeared when he heard of Gina's capture. Anyone willing to trade themselves for that hoyden deserved some respect. Or at least a free pass from a fist in the face for being a jerk the rest of the time. "Now we wait for my brothers to arrive with my dad. They'll make sure the neighborhood is clear before we head over to my house." "Why there?" "Becau
Sheng's mind boggled at the number of people who showed up when they found out Gina was in trouble. Even harder to wrap his mind around, they just accepted him as the newest member of the family. It didn't matter it was his sister mated to the wolf. Or that he remained standoffish. His back got slapped. Shoulders hugged. And he was reassured by a ridiculous number of dogs to not worry, they'd take care of him, because despite the fact he used a litter box, he was family. A more emotional man might have wept. But Sheng was a rock. Rocks didn't get sappy, so Sheng took himself outside and stood in the shadow of the house taking deep breaths, fighting tears. Men didn't cry. He'd not cried when his father died. He'd not cried when his mother took her life. He'd not once cried when punished for not performing well. Nor shed a tear, even in frustration when they escaped and found the path to freedom arduous. But now, surrounded by people, so willing to accept him, to come t
Nothing like stripping naked in the predawn hours of a crisp October morning to get in the mood for a rescue operation. After the shocks of the past few hours, Chris found a certain comfort in communing with nature. Although, if given a choice, he'd have preferred to stay home, in his bed, with his new mate, sticky and sweaty as he showed her the many ways he loved her. As it was, despite her pleas ? initially tearful, then angry and hot ? he'd left her behind with the other women as the men embarked on their mission. He consoled himself with the knowledge when he rescued his cousin, he could come home and collect a celebratory kiss ? and more. Lots more because he doubted a single kiss, a single climax, actually anything that entailed touching his mate, would ever be enough. Now, however, wasn't the time to get a woody, not when he stood buck naked with another dude. Chris dumped his clothes alongside Sheng's neat pile. He could tell his new brother-in-law wasn't sure abou
Despite the danger of the situation, a part of Sheng couldn't help a giddy excitement that he could roam the outdoors, free and in his feline skin. Tail bobbing, whiskers twitching and paws gripping the earth, he bounded across the strip of grass bordering the tarmac of the runway. A lone plane sat in the open with its cargo bay door wide open. Approaching it, Sheng sniffed, and couldn't help a growl at the familiar smell of Kaleb and his goons, gorilla mercs imported from South America and loyal to whoever paid their salary. Traitors to their kind. As if thinking of Kaleb conjured him, the broad chested man appeared in the opening of the plan and held his arms wide. The wide grin on his lips though never reached his eyes. "If it's not my long lost kitty, returned at last. But where is your sister? I thought I made myself quite clear that you were both to come?" In a blink of an eye, Sheng shifted to his human shape, proud and tall despite his nakedness. He stoo
Nothing ever felt more right than the first time Derrick sank balls deep into Janine. Unless he counted the second time and then the third. Over and over, he claimed her that night, the next day, all that week as she took some time off work for them to explore their new relationship. And yes, they were in a relationship. She's my mate now. And soon, she'd be his wife. He'd already asked for and received permission from Orson and Janine's mother. A conversation that went along the lines of? "I'm going to marry your daughter." "I get to plan the wedding." "I'll have you cremated if you hurt her." Derrick could already tell they'd fit in well with his family. Snap.*Epilogue An exaggerated groan left Derrick as he heaved Janine out of the car. The sound totally deserved a laser-hot glare. "Are you implying something?" No denying she was a little more rotund these days. He pulled her close, not caring that her big belly got in the way. A smile tugged
With Derrick buried in the bosom of his family, Janine slipped away before the tears blurring her gaze were noticed. Derrick had survived the surgery and seemed about to beat the odds. He would recover, which meant it was time for her to go. Even if I love him. And she did love him. Loved him so much that she couldn't be with him. She knew Derrick thought himself in love with her, that she was his mate. Much as she wanted to believe that, she couldn't. He'd fallen for her only because, at the time, he depended on her. Acting as his therapist meant their close involvement brought them together and imbued him with a false sense of intimacy. I think the intimacy came from you letting him touch you. Acts that shouldn't have happened, and yet, she didn't regret. It made leaving so much harder, but she did it now while she could. Now while he had his family and the promise of a bright future ahead of him. Let him get on with his life. Find a woman to settle dow
The hot satisfaction at having brought down the enemy paled before the panicked realization that Derrick couldn't move. Not a single damned muscle. The cold reality sent his wolf into hiding, pulling back from the dead weight of his body and leaving only human flesh. Flesh that felt nothing but the tips of her fingers on his cheeks as she cradled his head. "Derrick. Oh God, why did you do that?" She hugged his head, and if the moment weren't so dire, he might have enjoyed being buried against her plush tits. But all he could think was, This is the last time. The last time he'd smell her or feel her touch because he'd fucked up majorly in skipping the surgery and now paid the price. Since he didn't expect he'd get another chance, he whispered, "I love you," which only caused her to rock and hug tighter. In a voice thick with tears, she retorted, "This better not be one of those goodbye speeches. You're going to be fine. We'll get you in for that surgery, and ever
Doctor's Pet. She read the title in gleaming silver letters on the back of Derrick's chair as he whipped by with a whoop, well ahead of his brothers in their own colorful chariots. When she'd come across some orderlies watching something out the window, she'd not expected to see the Grayson clan gathered out front, clapping and hollering at the participants in the wheelchair races. It wasn't even just Derrick and his brothers playing. They'd gotten several other patients to join in too. Given the speed at which they raced, a fear for their safety made her want to march out that door and tell them to stop, but an old adage came to mind-boys will be boys. And men would do stupid things that resulted in stitches for, as Stu said upon meeting her, "Shits and giggles." The main surgeon for the rehab center came to stand beside her. "Looks like fun," he noted. "Yes. Dangerous, though," she added. "These men have been to hell and back. Do you really want to
The feel of her on his fingers proved exhilarating, but it couldn't compare to her intoxicating taste. A man parched, Derrick lapped at her, savoring her womanly cream and humming with pure male satisfaction at how she clenched and pushed against him, her body craving more of his touch. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. Too long he'd craved her. Too long he'd denied the unmistakable truth. Janine is mine. And for this moment at least, he couldn't find the strength to push her away. I'm tired of fighting what I want. Time for a little selfishness. He lapped at her sweet button, feeling it swell at his flicks. He pumped his fingers in and out of the moistness of her sex, loving how she gripped him tight. Her excitement built, reaching a crescendo, and he felt just as coiled as her, poised on the edge. He pistoned his fingers in her as his lips pinched her swollen button. A low cry began to keen from her lips. She smashed a pillow over her face as her body arched
Something woke Janine from a light slumber. She lay in bed, one half of her face squashed against her pillow, listening. Not even the creak of joists shifting broke the heavy silence. Holding her breath a moment longer, she tested the ambiance of the room. Is anyone here? Am I alone? Her senses craned, seeking that sense of vitality that only another person could emit. She sought another presence, a reason for waking, and felt nothing. She exhaled with relief. No bogeyman tonight. For those who might mock her, she had no problem admitting a fear of the dark, especially the particular shade it achieved in the middle of the night. Dark deeds often happened under night's shadow. And sometimes a little girl wakes and opens her eyes to see bloodshot ones staring right at her. The shriek she uttered proved piercing. The scarier thing? Daddy screamed at an even higher pitch. But that had happened a long time ago. Only the one time, but it left an impression. She'
The tingling awareness of her presence faded as Janine moved from the doorway of the game room. He'd known she watched him. Felt her eyes on him the moment she appeared and missed her gaze when she left. It took him gripping the wheels of his chair not to chase after her. Having her out of his line of sight didn't sit well, and not just because of all the people roaming around. Earlier, when they'd first arrived, he'd also hated sending her off into the kitchen with her mother. Then again, it was probably a good thing Red didn't stay because the first thing Derrick tried to do was get her out of his life. "I want a new shrink." On his way to a bar, fetching a drink of something with a fiery kick, Orson paused. "Is there a problem with my daughter?" "No." "Then why the request?" The council member uncorked a decanter and poured some amber liquid into glasses. He handed one to Derrick before taking a seat on the couch. "Do you want her removed because she's
Despite the mishap in locating Derrick-I really thought I'd have to hunt him down and force him-the road trip passed rather peacefully. Despite the sexual tension between them, there was also a genuine like for one another, and when he wasn't barbing her or trying to push Janine away, they could have the most interesting conversations. It passed the long trip. While Derrick started out driving, the highway part of the route being the longest, she took over once they hit an exit. She made sure to give him a pit stop so he could use a washroom, and she said not a word about the fact that he took a few minutes longer than other people to do his business and glared at those who dared to complain outside the locked door. As she took the familiar twists and turns to her parents' house, she couldn't help a touch of anxiousness. How would her stepdad react? With her, Orson was the most lovable teddy bear a girl could ask for, but with anyone he thought threatened her? Poor Jeremy w
Red stalked into his room, swinging the door open in a familiarity that apparently didn't see a need to knock. "Derrick, we need to-Uh. Oh." Her outburst ended on a gasp. Probably because she got more of a glimpse than she expected Splayed on top of covers still drawn tight, one hundred percent naked, and bound-the height of emasculation-he glared. "Were you raised in a barn?" Something his mother used to accuse him of when he lacked manners. His Aunt Joni took great offense at that expression and claimed it was those raised as ci-diots that were the problem with morality nowadays. A shame they feuded for years on end. Aunt Joni's pie was worth the occasional brawl between sisters. Janine's head ducked. He could only imagine the pinkness of her expressive cheeks. "Sorry. I didn't think. I'll come back later when you're not so, um, er, tied up," she stammered. The things she could do to me right now? For a moment, he almost imagined a spark, enough that he said t