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When Mates Collide | Bad Timing
Lying naked next to Lanka after four hours of fucking on the newly relinquished couch, kitchen counter, wall by the front door, and finally bed, he inhaled, satisfied. “We did a bang-up job changing the energy in here. Forgive the pun.” She laughed languidly, “I won’t.” He smiled and put his hands behind his head, bending a knee, the covers beneath him. Lanka traced the muscles on his sweat-beaded chest with a red painted fingernail, her long dark hair all over the place. “You want me to sleep over?” His smile froze. “You don’t have a roommate anymore. Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up in the morning and get some coffee, and have breakfast?” She traced his nipple with light circles. “It’s eleven and you wore me out. Why don’t I just stay over here?” She kissed it and laid her head on him, closing her eyes and smiling serenely. Elliott stared at the ceiling wondering what to say. His spirits took a nosedive as he realized this night wasn’t going to end well. “You can’t stay over, Lank
When Mates Collide | Worst Timing Ever
Standing in the hallway on his brand new welcome mat, pushing light-brown shoulder-length hair from a frowning forehead, was the woman he’d run from just yesterday. That she’d be standing here with confused blue eyes flitting from him wearing only a blanket to Lanka, was about the last thing Elliott wanted or saw coming. But he had to admit, she looked pretty freakin’ cute with her face all screwed up like that, her features reflecting her realization of what she’d just walked into. In his fantasies, she’d been more sultry and dressed like a stripper, but the All-American charm she was sporting was even more appealing. Lanka slammed one hand onto her jutted hip, still holding the door open as Joan checked her out, raking a discerning glance from their heels upward. Where Lanka was dressed for a night on the town, Joan wore faded, ripped-up blue jeans, a short cream coat over a deep blue sweater, and black sneakers. He smiled and exclaimed, “Joan!” trying to act normal. “Come in. Lan
When Mates Collide | Innocent Or Guilty?
Elliott was so focused on Joan's every movement that at first he didn’t know who she was talking about. Then his eyes widened and with more energy than he needed to use he announced, “Oh, Lanka’s not my girlfriend.” Joan frowned. “Then why is she so pissed?” “Because she’s not my girlfriend.” Joan’s bright blue eyes transformed instantly to judgmental ice. “I see.” They stared at each other and he leaned back and scratched his head with both hands, resting one foot on the coffee table to make a tent. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Look at you like what?” She feigned innocence and walked to stand against the wall by the TV. He exhaled, the distance abating his wolf’s thrashings. He needed her far away, or very, very close. “You want to take off your coat?” “No.” He chuckled uncomfortably. “Okay.” “Don’t look at you like what?” she asked again, crossing her arms and making her coat bunch up. As she waited for his reply he got a really good idea of how she looked in the forbiddin
When Mates Collide | Tread Carefully Or Flat-Out Run
“Almost done! Just gotta throw something on,” Elliott called out. “Okay! Take your time,” Joan called back, foot tapping. Pulling her keys from her jacket pocket, she fiddled with them for something to do, looking down and reading the fine print on her yoga pass. The door opened and she casually looked up and smiled. Her eyes flickered as he walked into the room wearing blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places, a burgundy graphic t-shirt that read, “Love To Protect,” and black sneakers. He rubbed his head with one hand and pointed at his shoes with the other. “I have black sneakers, too.” She smiled. “I see that.” He grabbed a black jacket from where he’d left it on the back of the couch and held her eyes as he walked to the coffee table. With a graceful motion, he dipped down to get his keys. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and he hadn’t looked away from her either. He stood tossing his keys from hand to hand, and his dimple flashed. “And I’ve got keys, too. Only I t
When Mates Collide | Done Playing Games
Elliott smirked, leaned in close, and made love to her neck’s soft skin with the heat of his whispering breath. “Most women would have waited until the bartender finished making those drinks, for their water…but not you. Most women wouldn’t hold my looks the way you do every time I stare at you. Looking someone in the eye isn’t an easy feat. But you? You don’t shrink back from me at all. And when I left yesterday on the street? You didn’t look back to see why I rushed into that cab. You just walked off like you didn’t give a shit.” Her blood throbbed in her head as he leaned back and picked up his glass. When he met her eyes, she smiled, “I didn’t give a shit.” As he studied her, his face darkened. “Don’t lie to me.” Her eyelashes fluttered with a fading smile. He turned away, picking up his glass and staring off. Thrown, she looked in the mirror behind the bar to discover him not watching her this time. He was miles away and she wanted him back. “I’m sorry. I was…teasing.” He gav
When Mates Collide | Between Reality And Euphoria
Joan did as she was told. She unbuttoned the jacket and let it fall to the ground around her sneakers. “Take those off, too,” Elliott commanded and Joan kicked them off and bent to slip out of her socks, but then halted when he said, “Did I say you could take off those?” She straightened up and shook her head, the delicate scent of her arousal returning. A human male would never have detected the gentle sexy fragrance from here, but he wasn’t human. “Take off your sweater and let me see the color of your bra. I've been fantasizing about those for so long it hurt.” She reached around her waist and pulled the soft acrylic fabric over her head, hesitating a moment with her face masked to let him look at her pale pink, lacy bra. He went rock hard in an instant and rasped, “Off.” She dropped the sweater to the floor. He tore off his own black, thin jacket and tossed it aside. Licking his lips, Elliott stared at the crotch of her jeans, imagining what she looked like underneath. “Take tho
When Mates Collide | Tiny Bloody Pieces
Joan slid her weak arms around Elliott's neck and laid her head on his t-shirt, his chest muscles moving under it as he walked, her stockinged feet bobbing with the journey. He kicked the bathroom door open and then set her down on a counter that was barely big enough to hold her. Motioning for her to wait, he turned on the water, guiding the temperature. She watched the cotton tug across his shoulders. She couldn’t wait to kiss them. He rose and walked to slip her white socks off and tossed them aside, massaging the bottoms of her toes as he reached over and checked the water again. “Perfect,” he said under his breath as he began to strip. Yes, you are, she thought to herself with a happy smile. He bent his head, reached back and grabbed the cotton fabric on his shoulder blades, pulling his shirt off from back to front. He tossed it to the ground and looked at her. She was staring at his chest. He smiled. “You like what you see, Joan?” She nodded. He chuckled and kicked off his bl
When Mates Collide | Normally In Control
The lobby button lit up and Joan sucked up a final sob and shook herself off as the doors opened. She stared into the foyer so tempted to push the button to take her back up again. But he didn’t want her there. He’d stepped back. He’d let her go. That was his choice. And she didn’t want to be like Lanka asking him to do something he didn’t want to do. Elliott Jack was not the type of man you give your heart to, she told herself knowing it was too late. On 1st Avenue, running to the edge of the sidewalk to hail a taxi, she shouted at one, “Hey! Hey, stop!!” The car pulled over and she threw open the back door and climbed in, her body shook. “Thank you. Town, please.” They pulled away from the curb and she looked up toward her friend’s old floor. Pulling out her phone, she tried again to call. Again it went straight to voicemail. “Bonnie, it’s me.” Her heart twisted in her chest as she whispered, “Call me. Please.”***Elliott knocked louder on the door. It was only two in the morning.
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When Mates Collide | Control Yourself
But then he heard someone behind him in the doorway and he spun around to see Linda standing there with her suitcase in one hand, her light blue coat in the other, keys jingling as she nervously fiddled. She asked, quietly “Are you okay?” the rain pattering loudly behind her. With all the self-discipline he could barely muster, he struggled against his wolf and cracked his neck as he gave a very curt nod and grated through gritted teeth, “My…friend…seems to have left.” “You need a ride somewhere?” Danny blinked to the ground and then back to her. He grimaced and commanded his wolf to calm the fuck down. Gasping for air, he said, “Excuse me a moment. Please, don’t leave.” He walked to the bathroom and shut the door, splashing water on his face. The cold baptism he coupled with direct and soothing, silent mantras. I’ve got this. I can do this. Control. Control yourself. Let her go. She had to leave. Let her go. You are stronger than this. Afraid he’d lose his ride out of here, he q
When Mates Collide | Disappearing Act
He listened at the door to make sure what he heard wasn’t some kinky, consensual sex play. It wasn’t. He stepped back, looked left and right for anyone watching. No one was around. He closed his eyes and listened for heartbeats in nearby cars. The lot was empty of human beings. He focused on the door and took a single step back. Cracking his neck, his eyes began to glow and with all his supernatural strength he shot out a powerful kick. The door split in two, splintering at the hinges. A disgusting sight waited for him inside. The dead-eyed employee of the motel had a woman of at least sixty against the wall. At the explosion, they both looked toward the door. Her eyes were wide with terror and shock, his narrowed in irritation at the interruption. Her suitcase lay on its side on the ground like she’d tried to throw it at him, the contents splayed on shag carpet. The attacker had a bite mark in his arm, but now was pinning hers. Her polyester pants were down around only one ankle and
When Mates Collide | Unaffected By Her Vulnerability
Danny collapsed on top of her trembling body, panting as Kat held him close. She kissed his neck, lacing her fingers into his damp hair. But without a word he got up and pulled out, leaping off the bed like she was contagious. He strode swiftly to the bathroom, slammed the door and then had the audacity on top of everything, to fucking lock it. On shaking elbows, she rose up and stared at the door. The shower came on, muffled through the walls. She blinked at the sound, unable to believe what she was hearing. “Oh my God,” she whispered, stunned and terribly hurt. Getting up, she slowly paced the room. Her shirt was broken, as were her bra and panties. Only her jeans were intact so she put them on, went to his suitcase and pulled out one of his t-shirts, a black one she would no doubt swim in. Slipping it over her bedhead, she grabbed a pair of his dress socks and put them on, too. As she tugged on her sneakers, the shower turned off. She froze then ran for the door, swooping down to
When Mates Collide | She Knows Why
He released her, glanced to the guy behind the gun-proof glass watching the scene with interest. “Come on,” Danny grumbled, reaching for his suitcase. The fact that he held the door again was a miracle but that’s just what he did. She hesitated. He cocked his chin as if to say, Well, what are you waiting for? “You never cease to amaze me,” she snarled at him, walking cautiously past like he might slam it on her if she wasn’t careful. As soon as they were outside, he led the way with the self-confidence of someone who knew she would follow. “Why am I staying here with you? Am I a glutton for punishment or what?” Under the minimal shelter of an insufficient awning they made their way to Room 7, millions of drops hitting them from the left. Without finesse he jammed the key in the lock and again held open the door for her. “Since when are you a gentleman?” “I’ve always been a gentleman. Have you really forgotten that?” She shrugged and walked inside, looking around the original décor
When Mates Collide | Rain Can't Touch An Angel
“Wish I had a towel,” she smiled. He stared at her until it faded away. “What are you doing up here? Is this your car?” “It’s my parent’s car, which you would know if you’d ever come over to their home. And I’m going to MarhVelly.” She paused at his expression. “What? Why the face?” Danny stared at her. There’s no fucking way. He pushed wet hair away from his forehead and asked in a very low voice, “Why are you going to MarhVelly, Kat?” Flustered she blinked back to the road. “Lobster. I’ve never had it there, and I’ve always wanted to.” Pointing ahead, she glanced over to him, “Oh no, looks like an accident.” He turned and saw ominous lights of both fire engines and police cars spinning through the storm. He and Kat were quiet as they waited to see how bad the damage was. A car was turned over, the driver nowhere to be seen. Probably already taken away by a speeding ambulance. Two more driverless cars lay on one another in the fast lane. A tow truck was busy pulling the upturned
When Mates Collide | Take Me To Church
“Okay, I can handle this,” he said, under his breath, not believing it. As though on dramatic cue, lightning illuminated the heavens followed instantly by powerful claps of thunder. In heavy undulating sheets, the rain exploded from the darkness, assaulting his Audi A4 Sedan. With every curse word he could think of he searched for the windshield wipers. He hit the turn signal, accidentally turned off the lights and put them back on, and hit the cruise control. “For what I paid for this piece of shit, the wipers should be zipping on their own at the first drop of rain.” Finally, the wipers moved and he cranked them up full gear. Exhaling, he sat back, gripping the wheel. “If Eli could see me now. He’d never let me live this ineptitude down.” For two miles he drove fairly quickly despite the storm until suddenly red taillights illuminated the darkness. Stopped traffic. “SHIT!” He slammed the brakes and hydroplaned to a diagonal stop, narrowly missing the rear end of a Subaru. Panting,
When Mates Collide | Mother Nature
“It’s called conversation. Someday you’ll learn how to participate in one. The car is there. Gas it up before you bring it back. And remember to let Jonathan put the gas in. A man wants to be the man,” Marcy replied. “You think so, eh?" Kat paused near their coat rack filled with scarves and coats. Quite a few hats were hung on the rungs as well, each assigned to at least one memory, not all of them good. “I’m going over to get the car now. Is Dad there?” “Your father is sitting across from me. So no.” “Since when do you and Dad have lunch together?” She frowned at all of it. It seemed like every inch was seeped in memories. Breaking up sucks so badly. “What’s going on?” “Your mother and I are getting to know one another again!” Henry Zane called out, loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to make an undignified scene. Kat stared into her parent’s past, at the infidelities on both their parts, the fights, the estrangements. “Is this true, Mom?” “Oh, it’s Mom now, is it?” h
When Mates Collide | Hard As A Rock
As soon as he hit send, Danny jumped up and headed for the bathroom easily the size of a small Crossia studio. He hadn’t held back when he’d renovated this unit. After the Co-op approved him, he’d gutted the place to match his taste. Everything elegant. Shining. Black or charcoal grey, with the ceilings white for an added feeling of space. His bathroom had two showerheads with room for four people, not two. There was a separate, Jacuzzi bathtub. If he and his wolf friends were going to live like humans, they should live like the best of them, since by default werewolves were superior already. Not that human beings would see it that way. He ran the water extra hot and stripped off his clothes, kicking the annoyingly tight shoes aside with extra gusto. As soon as the scalding water hit his sore back, he sighed long and loud. Then he turned and got a surprise. It felt a little better than he thought it would. He glanced down. “What the fuck?” He was hard as a rock. Now that he was payi
When Mates Collide | Prized Possessions
This was her chance to make a run for it…or to commit to him for good. He was a good man. Such a good man. Her family loved him, probably more than she did. He’d make an okay father except for the probability that he’d not teach them anything new. He’d probably just make carbon copies of him, a man designed by the term “normal.” For God’s sake, Don’t Rock the Boat was one of his favorite things to say whenever Kat had a contrary opinion she meant to voice among their judgmental social circles. “Well, Kat. What is it?” Her body was as tense as though she were about to cage-dive with Great Whites. She closed her eyes begging for the answer from her angels, or anyone who could tell her that she should follow her heart. The room was so quiet. She held her breath, waiting. A small voice inside of her whispered, You know what you have to do, and suddenly she inhaled. “Kat, you’re scaring me.” Meeting his frightened brown eyes, she shook her head with sadness. “I’m sorry, Joe. I can’t ma
