Annette's entire body trembled; the feeling of his cock a few inches away from her pussy was a welcoming feeling."This," he said, gently thrusting his hips into her. His cock rubbing the inner part of her thick thighs, the tips grazing her clothed pussy. "Does this feel like I don't want to fuck you? Does this feel like I don't like you? That I hate you?" He asked, his hips thrusting into her, hitting her clit, their clothes an annoying barrier between them."We both know that you don't have to like me to fuck me, Xavier." She replied with a soft moan, her voice raspy and heavy with lust. Fuck. Her voice sounded breathy, having that 'take me already' tone."No, Annette, I definitely don't."He moved his hips against her, thrusting, and she threw her head back, her lips parting as she let out a soft moan. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer.She wanted him, even after everything, even after the heated conversation they had a few minutes ago.She needed him even
"Do you want this?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes.Annette, biting her lips, gave a little nod in response."You know what that means, don't you? There is no going back from this. You are offering yourself to me," he said, his gaze intense like he was staring into her soul. His eyes glowing a shade of amber.She nodded.Fuck. How can she not want this? How can she not want him? She wanted him with every fiber of her being. Needed him. Craved for him. For his touch. His kisses. As he was before her, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock rubbing against her pussy, there was barely any space between them. She could feel his broad chest against her breast. She wanted him, and she wasn't going to lie about it. He wasn't forcing her into anything. She was wet, soaking wet for him. The evidence of her arousal between her thighs, dripping down her legs.The air was thick with lust. It was getting harder to breathe. "This annoying little thing," he said, tugging on her panti
Leaning forward, she took his left nipple into her mouth, returning the favour. She sucked, licked, and tugged on his nipples and the reaction she got from him was unexpected. She knew that he would react but not the way he did. A piercing growl reverberated through his chest, and the next second, her front was pressed flush against the smooth wall, her naked chest coming in contact with the cold surface of the living room wall. Xavier stood behind her, his cock digging into her naked ass. His hands gripping both of her hands, which he placed above her head on the wall.He leaned into her, his front touching her back, his lips nipping at her throat. She cried out; the feeling of his teeth on her sensitive throat was doing incredible things to her.Fuck. "I could fuck you right here, right now. I could turn you, bite you, make you mine in every sense of the word, and nothing can come between us," his tone was deep and alluring."You would belong to me for eternity, and nothing can se
His knees hit the side of the bed as he climbed the mattress.Soon, he pounded on her; he captured her lips with his.Towering over her, he pushed her legs open and positioned himself between her parted thighs. He placed one hand on her hips, holding her close to him, and she could feel the heat of his aroused cock pressing against her inner thigh.His lips were brutal as it fought for dominance. His movement intense and demanding, seeking to taste every corner of her mouth. She parted her lips, and he slipped his tongue in. Annette began to quiver from the intensity of his movement. Her entire body responded to him; she was lost. She pressed her body against him and sank her fingers into his hair.His hands moved to her waist, sliding off the remaining pieces of her shredded dress.Xavier broke the kiss, and she whimpered in protest.Fuck, why did he stop?His lips slowly moved to her neck, trailing soft kisses down the side of her neck, soaking and licking on the sensitive skin. Sh
She could feel her orgasm building within her, strong and violent, as she hovered on the precipice."Oh... I'm gonna cum." She moaned, her eyes shut tightly, her thick thighs closing around his head, her fingers gripping the bedsheet.His fingers soon joined his tongue, thrusting deeper into her wet channel, hitting the right spot.His fingers hitting her G-spot, his lips sucking on her sensitive clit, sending her over the edge, and suddenly everything exploded long and hard, her screams echoing in the room.Her orgasm was violent and earth shattering, making her go so weak that her legs felt like jelly.She gasped, her heart thumbing in her chest, a few small ripples shuddered through her body. She could smell her juices in the air.She slowly came down from her climax, and he gently withdrew his fingers from her dripping pussy; a thick stream of cum followed his fingers, flowing down her ass cheeks and onto the bedsheet.She felt Xavier moving away from her, and then the sound of cl
A deep growl ripped from his lip, vibrating from within his chest as he fucked her pussy.Annette wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to pull him close, wanting to feel him deep in her womb.He changed the angle as he thrust into her, rotating his hips, and they both moaned in pleasure as he hit her G-spot, his dick sliding inches farther into her pussy.Another growl rumbled from the center of his chest, and suddenly, he flipped her over to her belly. Annette, knowing what he wants, quickly scrambled into position, getting on her hands and knees. Doggy style.Xavier's hands gripped her hips as he thrust into her from behind. "Oh...oh...ah," she moaned as she felt his dick sliding deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. In this position, he was hitting her in the right spot.Xavier caught her throat in one hand and held her still as he pounded into her. She arched her back to give him more access to her pussy, wanting to feel more of him.He gently choked her as he brought her
Annette was woken by the rays of sunlight penetrating through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the side of the bed where she lay. She was wrapped in a soft cocoon of blissfulness; the mattress was so soft that she felt like she was on the clouds, and the duvet, thick and fluffy, was so warm. Damn, she could lay here forever, she thought as her eyelid started to close again. Soon her eyes popped open when the event of last night flooded her mind. She remembered being held tightly in Xavier's embrace as he thrust into her; she remembered falling asleep in Xavier's bed. Sitting up, she slipped the sheets down her body and saw that she was naked. She noticed a nasty teeth mark on her left breast, a lover's bite. She could recall Xavier biting and sucking on her breast as he thrust into her; the memory alone was enough to send heat flooding her system and settling between her thighs, deep in her core. Damn. Xavier had been insatiable last night. She hadn't gotten enough sleep; he
His lips were demanding, his kisses urgent, his fingers gripping a handful of her hair as he kissed her roughly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as she gasped for air. He moved closer, pressing his hard frame into her, running his fingers all over her body, touching her. Her hips were pinned to the side of the desk, and Annette placed her hands on the desk, her fingers digging into the sleek mahogany table as his moved his lips against hers. She could feel his cock digging into the side of her lower belly, and she stilled.Fuck, he was hard.Suddenly, he broke away from her, putting some distance between them, his breathing ragged.She shot him a confused look, already missing his lips."Get on your knees." He commanded, his primal instincts barely restrained, his voice was low, leaving no room for debate. She hesitated for a moment, but the piercing glance he gave her compelled her to follow. The presence of his wolf was almost tangible. Fuck.Slowly, she lowered herself to he
Annette managed to avoid Xavier for most of the day by escaping to the library. Not hard when he also appeared to be doing his best to avoid her. Probably didn’t want reminded of his mistake. The more she thought about it, the more she became convinced what they’d had was just a bit of fun for him. That she was just a human plaything to be put aside when his duty to mate for the pack came calling. Asshole. She’d thought that about him so often in the last few hours, she should really append it as a prefix to his name. Scowling, she realized she’d re-read the same six sentences of her book for the last hour or so. With a sigh, she closed it and stood. It was a new one by her favorite author, one she hadn’t gotten around to reading yet, so to find it on the shelves of Xavier’s library had been a surprise. In fact, there was a whole shelf dedicated to romance, so someone in the house must be a fan.Not Xavier though, she couldn’t see him reading anything so frivolous. Perhaps somethi
Of all the screwed-up, shitty situations to find herself in. Still fuming, Annette stormed through the manor like all the hounds of hell marched at her heels. She had no real idea where she was going, and to be honest, she really didn’t care. All she wanted was to get as far from Xavier as physically possible. Her expression was like thunder, so dark and ominous that the staff scattered before her, even though they were full werewolf and she, apparently, was not. At the moment, though, she really didn’t care. One more asshole mentioned pack law and she’d tear them a new one, werewolf or frigging not.By the time she’d worked her way down to the kitchens, her usual refuge in times of stress, her anger had turned to misery and a hard knot formed in the back of her throat. Hearing voices ahead, she ducked into a storeroom and pulled the door shut. Leaning against it, she closed her eyes. As a human she hadn’t been good enough for Xavier, she’d known that— accepted that. But to find out
“You were dying. What would you expect I do… Leave you there?” His expression was hard, like a whip. “Give me some credit, Annette. I wouldn’t let you die. Not while you’re in my care.”He hadn’t answered her question. His expression said he wasn’t going to. Anger flared and a snarl rumbled in the back of her throat. It wasn’t a human sound; that made no sense, but she was too pissed off to care.“Dammit, Xavier.” She slammed her hands into his broad chest and shoved. It was like trying to shove a cliff but he rocked back on his feet, surprise in his eyes. “Just give me a straight fucking answer.”He grabbed her wrists, yanked her up against him as he turned, pinning her between him and broad desk. The heat simmering through her veins turned volcanic, supercharged, and shot through her veins. Her body went pliant in his grasp, her curves against the hard muscled planes of his larger form. Damn traitorous thing.“Answer?” His voice was no less a snarl than hers had been. “I’ll give
“No, how the hell should I know how many can take a bite?” she admitted. And she didn’t have a clue. She knew werewolf carefully controlled who they bit, that they had to have permission from the pack alpha. Her auntie, wanting to sink her claws deeper into the Michaelson fortune, had petitioned Richard to turn them. All of them. She hadn’t even thought to ask her son and niece whether they wanted to be a werewolf or not. All she’d seen was a way to ensure she kept her place and access to the money she liked so much. Annette would have; she knew that without thinking. Anything to learn more about werewolf and perhaps get closer to Xavier. But the request had been denied by his father. Repeatedly. Eventually even Josephine had gotten the message. They weren’t good enough to be werewolf. A message which had been driven home hard and fast, and she still felt the sting of today.If she wasn’t good enough, why had Xavier transformed her?“Why?”Even standing on the other side of the desk
Annette couldn’t be a werewolf. No way, no how.Sure, she’d woken up after her near death experience with abilities she hadn’t had before. Things like seeing smells, vision like a hawk, and hearing so accurate she could pinpoint a mouse farting three rooms away. So far though, there had been no hint of fur (apart from her legs, which were in desperate need of a shave after a week of inattention). New abilities though, didn’t mean she was a werewolf. She’d read somewhere that people who suffered head trauma sometimes gained completely new skills—like being able to speak a new language, play an instrument, or suddenly became an uber-smart math whiz. Acquired Savant Syndrome or something. Yeah, that had to be it. The accident that had nearly killed her had obviously left her with some side effects. A frown creased her brow. No one would tell her much about the accident either. All they would say was that she was lucky to be alive, and if she wanted more details then she needed to spea
He wasn’t strong enough to let her go. He couldn’t have her, but still he couldn’t release her to start a new life without him. Dammit. He closed his eyes, the weakness shaming him. He should send her away, but he couldn’t. Not yet. A presence behind him made him open his eyes and look up. He didn’t need to turn. The wolf, always alert, had already picked up the scent of another werewolf Male, with the unmistakable frisson only generated by another alpha, and a familiar scent.George. His second cousin, or something like that, on his father's side. An alpha himself, he’d joined the army right out of college and returned last year, bringing valuable medical training they sorely needed. Sure, Xavier could hire a private doctor, but there was nothing like a battlefield surgeon who understood how the werewolf body worked. “Any signs?” he asked over his shoulder.“Nothing yet. I have Ruth watching her for any changes.” George joined him at the window. Taller and broader in the shoulder,
Xavier had been born into money, old werewolf money, and from the moment of his birth only the best had been good enough. The most expensive toys, the finest clothes, and the most prestigious schools, were all things that were his simply by the happy accident of being who he was. His food had been prepared by a Michelin starred chef and his tennis coach had been a former champion… Nothing was too good for the Michaelson heir. Looks had followed. Puberty changed angelic boyhood features into something harder and more masculine. His body once gangly, feeling not quite his as he navigated with all the hapless manner of a teenager, filled out and brought the werewolf genes into play. Add in the animal magnetism of his newly emerging wolf and he’d never had a problem getting women. Instead, it was more a problem getting rid of them. They’d thrown themselves at him even back then, a situation his teenaged self had reveled in. Girls, women… Hell, his first time had been with a middle-aged
Death wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. There was a distinct lack of bright lights and absolutely no sign of the pearly gates or thankfully, the other place.Death was…quiet. Peaceful. Comfortable.Too comfortable.Expensive feather bed kind of comfortable.She was pretty sure the afterlife was more harps and clouds than feather beds, so what gave? The more she thought, the more sensation slipped through the blackness. Her body on the soft surface beneath, the pressure of a warm duvet above. Perhaps this was Heaven 2.0, a version never reported in near-death experiences. Anything was possible, right?That didn’t explain the voices that filtered through the fog to reach her ears.“Should’ve left her to die,” a sharp female voice said. Instantly, Annette disliked it and its owner. The whiny, petulant tone said bitch. “There’s no way the pack will accept her. She’s a transformed wolf. She will never be anything more than a beta. And hell knows, we have enough of them.”Pack. Transform
Xavier crashed through the door to James’s studio with more brute force than finesse. Knocking the splintered wood out of the way, he strode into the open-plan space. It was still as trashed as the first time he’d seen it, but instead of the smell of drying clay, the smell of blood and fear crawled into his nostrils. A bellow of rage exploded from his throat and he launched himself across the studio, following the distinctive feminine scent that hung in the air. Annette’s scent. He’d been called as soon as she’d left the apartment and thanks to an eagle-eyed guard, they’d managed to call to the right cab firm to get the address she’d been taken to. They might as well have saved themselves the call. He should have guessed she’d come back here. Reaching the destroyed door to the bathroom, he braced himself against the door frame as the scent of blood became almost overwhelming. Annette’s blood, he realized, as his keen gaze picked out the slumped figure in the bathtub. A moan rattle