My Unexpected Mate

Naomi Clap, clap, clap. The whip lashed into my back, tearing through my skin like a hot knife through butter. I wouldn’t make a sound. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing they were causing me pain. Worse, it was fucking Simon who was using the whip. We had grown up together, but alpha’s orders, or should I say luna’s orders. Bitch! The whip cracked again and my skin ignited, turning sticky as my blood spilled from my body. My wolf howled as I bit my lips to stop from screaming. It fucking hurt. It wasn’t exactly an unwarranted punishment … harsh, but as much as I hated her, if I had been in her shoes ... I would have done something far worse. I loved our alpha. His brooding, domineering personality just turned me on. And before he met his mate, I was his chosen one; I was set to be his luna. The way he fucked me was unlike any other. It was primal, savage and yes, it hurt, but the pleasure … the pleasure was oh so sweet that a gal was hungry for more. So I saw an opport

Naomi The drive is long and bumpy as I zone in and out, my eyes fluttering. It must be what, 3am now? Maybe later? My back is sticking to the shirt, but I can’t do anything about it. Once I get to Bloodmoon bay, I’ll be able to get some bandages or a herbal paste to help with the healing. My wolf still hasn’t come too, but I occasionally hear her still so I know she is just waiting for the effects of the wolfsbane to wear off. The driver pulls a sharp left as the boxes stacked high come hurtling towards me. Oh shit, I’ll be crushed! I brace my arms up, hoping to shield my back as much as possible as I brace for impact. It crushes me, but the lid cracks open, allowing me to see inside … not what I was expecting. There are some weapons and gold jewels. I grab a ring and a small dagger, where I rip the end of my shirt to wrap around the blade and tuck it in my boot. I slip two gold rings on my finger and conceal a gold chain into my shoe as a backup. At least I can hopefully trade thes

Naomi I wake up my muscles sore, my throat is scratchy and I have no idea what time or day it is. I carefully lift myself off the pillow, my actions sluggish as I haven’t moved in a while. Feeling surprisingly good overall, I can’t help but groan as my back itches. I wipe my face a mix of ash and drool. Lovely. My fire has long gone out and the whistle of the wind rattling the small windows blows the ash around the room. I cough some more. I think I ate a log. As I sit up, there is actually a print of me on the bed as more ash settled around me as I slept. Oh, fuck my back. Please don’t have ash in it. When I stand, I experience a sense of unease as I struggle to find my bearings. I’ll just head to the bathroom to wash all of this off … did Jasper mention anything about a towel? I unlock the bedroom door, opening it slowly as my gaze travels down to the floor. I see a huge thick cut steak sandwich on doorstop bread. My stomach rumbles as my mouth water god I have eaten nothing this

Naomi Calyx pushes me back against the door to my bedroom, his fierce body heat pressing up against me as his lips devour mine, leaving me breathless and wanting. My hands tug at his clothes, his thick thigh wedged between my legs as I grind against it. My body burns with pleasure, every touch and kiss leaving me hungry and begging for more. “I knew wolves were horny, but holy shit, you are on another level,” he says, in between kisses. My skirt has ridden up and nothing is between me and his thick thigh. I can already feel my wetness on his jeans. My fingers clutch at his shoulders as I struggle to hold back my climax. I tug his shirt off at the same time he tugs my top up, exposing my breasts to him. The chilly salty air causes them to harden before his huge calloused hands tightly grab them, making me moan in pleasure. The door bangs as my body withers against it. He nibbles my dark chocolate nipple as I arch in satisfaction. “Turn around,” he orders as he smacks my ass. My arms

Naomi Calyx carried me over his shoulder like a giant sack of potatoes. I was torn between the mixture of relief at feeling his body against mine, even if it was just his shoulder digging in my ribs and my urge to claw him to pieces. Which would be significantly harder given the now absence of my claws. “Get off of me! I need to get back to work!” I pound my fists into his muscular back, gritting my teeth as he chuckles, barely noticing my actions. He probably thinks I’m giving him a massage without my shifter strength. “The only way you are getting off pet is on my thigh,” he laughs as his large palm smacks down onto my ass, the wet fabric of my clothes making it sound so much louder. I fight the urge to feel turned on by that. I hear him sniff the air, laughing as his hand smooths over my ass cheeks. Oh goddess, I can already feel the hit pooling in my belly, the ache between my legs. I should hate him, but my body seems to have other ideas. We walk the length of the beach, the i