All Chapters of Shifters Temptation : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LYING isn't my forte, and I don't like the dishonor of it, but I'll do anything to protect my mate.Fuck. Not my mate. Can't be my mate."Bullshit. Where is she, Mr. King?"My fingers tighten into fists. "She's trying to find her grandmother," I snap.He stares at me a long moment. "Okay," he says finally. "We'll follow up on that lead."I force my teeth to unclench."And when you're ready to tell me where to find your mysterious Catgirl," I'll be waiting." He tosses a card on my desk."My cell phone is on there."I nod.He picks up the packet. "All right for me to take this?" I'm surprised he asks for permission, but it's probably just a courtesy."Yes. Let me know what you find on the grandmother."He pauses on his way to the door. "Am I working for you Mr. King?"I clear my throat. It's not in my nature to grovel, so this makes twice today. Once to Kylie, once for her. "Please."The ghost of a smile plays around his lips. "I'll keep you posted."I sink into my chair when leaves.

HE eases forward, parting me, filling me, inch by delicious inch. The position is so lewd, his dominance so extreme, I feel like the star of a porn movie. Jackson makes an approving hum behind me and then thrust upward. "Take all of me," he growls.I cry out. It's the good kind of hurt- deep and delicious. His cock stretches me, hits the front of my passage on each ramming instroke."Oh God," I moan."Not yet, baby." Jackson must be talking between clenched teeth. He braces himself with one hand against the shower wall by my head and continues to plow into me.Need coils tight within me. "Please.""Oh fates, baby. Are you begging? Keep fucking begging. That makes me so hard for you, kitten."Tears sting my eyes. I'm desperate for release. My one standing leg shakes so hard, it's a wonder it holds me up."Please, please, Jackson," I plead.An inhuman sound rips from his throat, and I freeze. He fucks me so deep and hard, I see stars. Another roar blasts against the shower walls, and

"THERE are consequences for disobeying your alpha." He pushes the head of his cock against my anus and waits. I tighten against his touch, but a moment later, the muscles give. As soon as they loosen, Jackson pushes forward penetrating my tigh hole.I let out a keening cry.He stills, stretching me wide, waiting for me to calm down. The care he takes reassures me that he's in control, and I yield, willing my pelvic floor to relax. He pushes in farther and the stretch becomes more intense, then eases."There. That's the head. I'm in, baby. Now, take the rest of me."I whimper but let all my muscles go slack, arch ny back a little, and wait."Good girl," he rumbles, one hand coasting up my side, stroking my skin.The praise sends curls of warmth through me, and I arch some more."That's it, baby. Take it like a good girl, and I'll kiss that ripe pussy when I'm through." He eases in and out, giving me a tremendous senses of urgency each time he fills me.My ass is stuffed full of his c

MY breath stutters, but I part my legs. He cups my mons. "You remember who belongs to?"I flush."It's mine. And If I was too rough with it, you'd be within your rights to pout a little, kitten. Makes me kiss it better when I get home tonight."The thought has my Nipples tightening, pussy clenching. The image of us some kind of 1950s married couple floats through my mind. I'm the sex-kitten wife, waiting for him to come home from a hard day at work. Offer him a drink and loosen his tie before I pout and make him lick my pussy as compensation for pounding me too hard the night before. Okay, I'm getting way too excited. And there's work to be done. Serious work.He pulls into his garage and insist on carrying me inside. "Your ankle is sore, and you're not wearing panties." I laugh. "So those are the two criteria for getting carried?""That's right. Now, watch the sass or I'll have to see to that pretty little ass of yours before I go. Is it sore, too?"I reach back and run my hand over

AND ho-boy-kylie's grandmother is a cat shifter? Is Kylie? She can't be. Her fear when I partially shifted was genuine. But how would she have a shifter for a grandmother and know nothing about werewolves?Another thought creeps in, full of heat and tingles. Kylie has shifter blood. No wonder my wolf wanted to mate her. And it means she probably would have survived it.But that is water under the bridge. Kylie just met with Stu, proving she was in cahoots with him the whole time. Except, now that this new information has knocked me out of my stupor, doubts creeps in. Could there be another explanation for her meeting with Stu?I pull up in front of Garrett's apartment and get out, walking swiftly in and onto elevator. I stop on Garrett's floor and get off. The scent of shifters-both wolf and yes, this distinctly feline smell as well, hist me. I knock on the door and one of Garrett's housemates answers it steps deferentially aside to let me in. The old woman is on the sofa, pale and we