His words caused her stomach to flutter all over again and she opened her mouth to respond, but just as she had, he dove before she could, and all she could do was gasp the moment that his mouth met her most sensitive area. Still hot and bothered from sucking his cock, Hazel found that she was more prepared than ever to cum. Her fingers knotted in the bedsheets and even though she was up on her elbows, her head craned back and she screamed at the ceiling. Even though she knew that likely half the pack could hear her right now, she didn’t care. She howled her pleasure as Snarl slipped a single finger deep inside her, using his tongue and his finger to accelerate her pleasure until her stomach was so twisted in knots that there was only one thing for it. “Fuck!” she cursed even as the orgasm exploded like none ever had before. Yet right when she thought she might not be able to take it any longer, Snarl stopped abruptly. For just a second, Hazel feared something was wrong. She
Three days later Snarl was staring at the reports sent to him while Hazel was at home after a marathon of sex. She was probably happy with the reprieve. His nerves were totally fried at what their future was going to be. Whatever happened was up to her. He tried to focus on his work rather than on what his woman was going to do. The last three days has been preparations for their wedding he’d held back from staying with her again today. The mating heat had been between them during most of their fuck fest, but he held it back.Snarl didn’t want them to blame the mating or him for Hazel staying with him. Because her parents insisted on the marriage first. In the space of one month he’d found his woman, hurt her, taken her, fallen in love with her, and was now on the verge of marrying her. His parents were not lying when they said witches moved fast, refusing to waste a single moment of life. Leaning back, he turned his chair to look over the town life. When he was first outla
Glancing around the kitchen, she tried to find any excuse to answer the damn thing. Be strong, Hazel . You can do this. She loved Snarl , and all she needed to do was prove to them her feelings. Tucking hair behind her ears she walked to the door. “Hello, Hazel. I’m Helen, and these are newly turned maids. I’ll be the one doing the talking today. They’re here to listen, learn, and take information in,” Helen said, going over all the introductions. “Can I tell you to fuck off?” she asked. “You can, but we can’t go anywhere. These are the rules.” Nodding, she opened the door waiting for them all to enter. She heard them scenting the air. “I’ve been doing some baking. Would you please sit in here while I get the tea?” Hazel ushered them into the sitting room like they were a pack a sheep rather than hungry dogs waiting to take her away. Once they were seated, she went into the kitchen, tempted to send someone to Snarl. No, she wouldn’t do something to make them believe s
Epilogue Five years later Snarl stared down into his mate’s eyes. This was their fifth anniversary of being a mated couple. Damon, godfather to their six children, all twins, had taken them for the night so Snarl could show his woman how much he loved her. “You’re tormenting me again,” she said, whimpering. He turned her over, dripping some cream onto her back and licking up the droplets. Pressing the strawberry to her lips he watched the plumpness take the fruit. “We don’t get much time alone anymore. We’ve got to take as much time as we can.” It had taken him over three weeks to get Damon and Scar to agree to take their kids. In all fairness all three sets of twins were not the easiest children to look after. Snarl adored them, but he was pleased for them to be out of the house so he could have some quiet time with his wife. After convincing the collective that she loved him, Hazel had accepted his marriage proposal and that very same night he gave her his mating m
The child toddled into the room with bleary, fearful eyes and a burning lantern in hand. Save for her light source, which should not really qualify for one as the lantern had been designed so small for her size and was meant as a deterrent for the ghosts under the bed; the room was pitch dark. The windows were tightly shut and the room smelled……funny.She scrunched up her little nose, unaccustomed to the smell that was not her sister’s sweet-smelling flowers in spring scent. Maybe her sister let in one of the stray dogs again. But the thought had barely registered before she heard the muffled and grunting sounds from the bed.“Sara?,” she called hesitantly, barely hearing her own self as she made her way closer to the big four poster bed with the lacy, frilly lavender curtains all around it.That was another thing that was off. Although Sara had insisted on the curtains and had put their mother through a whole lot of ‘face wrinkling stress’ as their mother would call it, she had nev
“Scar!”“Ughhhh,” she grunted and burrowed deeper into the warm bedding.“Scarlett Shaw!”“Godddddd,” she groaned with her eyes tightly shut, knowing from the closeness of the voice it was a matter of time before the two hundred pound of muscle barged into her room.How she hated Alan Shaw. How she wanted so much to strangle him. How she wanted so much to take out his innards and shove them down his……“Scar!!!!,” he screamed at the same time he slammed the door open into the wall, interrupting her sweet thoughts of things she wanted to do to him.“…his wide throat,” she finished her thought out loud, even if it was more of a grumble.“What was that?,” Alan asked, making his way towards the bed.“Leave me be,” she replied and dragged the covers closer around her.She felt him drop down heavily on the bed but made no move to acknowledge his presence. If she ignored him long enough, he would let her be.Well, not that it ever worked in the past. But who said she could not hope, even wher
Walking into the courtyard felt like walking into a death sentence. It was a long time since she saw her family gathered.Ok.Maybe not so long.They all put aside whatsoever they might be doing to have breakfast every fortnight. It was a tradition her father started after Sara’s death and it seemed like the family was about to break apart.Not that it did much in mending the gap in communication, seeing as conversation was usually limited during their breakfast. Much of the talking was usually done by her brothers and father but at least, the tradition kept their family together and relatively sane.Scar felt her father’s piercing grey eyes as she entered the room, eyes she had inherited.She did not have to look up to know it, she felt it just like she felt every breath, every sigh and every regret and condemnations in their heart as she moved closer to them.Alan stood up and smiled at her, drawing back a chair for her. But she did not bother returning his smile. Neither did she
“We have never been this far away from the clan’s territory on our own. We should go back.”Damon Hunt stared shrewdly at the path behind him and for the umpteenth time, he was convinced it was the right one. If he was one to listen to what anyone says, he would be back with his clan already, instead of wandering around looking for a tiny blade of uncommon grass.He needed the stupid weed desperately. He would enter into the enemy’s territory if he had to, as long as Stanley his brother stopped whining for a second.“I do not think this is a good…..”, Stanley trailed off at the cold, deathly stare directed at him. If he was a lesser man, he would have whimpered or cowered with his head bowed but he continued staring his Alpha in the eyes.Well, maybe that luxury was because they weren’t just Alpha and Beta, but because they were brothers.Still it wasn’t too long before he lowerHe was just worried. He could not seem to be able to shake off the ominous feeing he had been getti