[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, werewolves, HEA]
Rock Wood is not like many towns. In the darkness lurks a dark secret as the town houses one of the fiercest wolf packs.
Charlotte is forced into going to a party on the outskirts of town. She doesn’t expect it to turn into a nightmare.
Leader of the pack Micah must do everything in his power to keep the people of his town safe. The only solution is to mate with the young woman who had been thrust into his care. Four years pass and Micah can’t control his beast. He needs his mate and intends to claim her.
However, danger still lurks in every corner. A woman from his past refuses to accept Charlotte as her queen. Micah must fight for the love of his queen, for her protection, and for the future of his pack, but will it be too late to save her?
Micah watched the young girl fight to be free. He turned and glared at Kim, the person who’d caused all of their problems. The call of the moon and the wolf grew stronger. Large canines grew in his mouth, and his hands began to shape into large fiendish claws. A woman in his bar was in danger, and the animal within him responded.
“Let the girl go,” he ordered. With each word he spoke, his voice grew louder. The submissive wolves in the back were cowering to his dominance.
Brandon smiled but didn’t let the girl go. Instead, he cupped her between the thighs. The young girl screamed in fright, the sound painful to hear. He didn’t allow any woman to be hurt in his company. Stepping forward, he glared at his two trusted men, who moved closer as well. This wasn’t a fight for power but a fight to protect someone smaller and way more delicate than their kind.
“So the big bad wolf has come to play?”
“She’s in my town, in my bar, under my protection. Put my property down.” He paid and served this town well. Made sure they always had work and business. In return, he asked for them to board up their homes for three nights of the month.
“But she doesn’t smell like pack. She smells innocent, and with no claim. By our very laws, it means she’s up for grabs. Our men did catch her, and it’s been so long since they’ve had a plaything.”
Micah knew about the laws. He’d helped to write a few of them.
“Unless you’re willing to use another method?”
Micah should have seen this coming. For years, Brandon and his pack of mutts had tried to take over his turf. He wasn’t having any of it.
“What do you want?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“You take the girl for yourself. Right now, in front of us. Mark her and make her yours.” Murmurs ran through the whole of the room.
The girl stared at him with a mixture of fear and hope radiating out of her eyes. She was young, and he scented she was close to womanhood. Her scent held the spark of innocence that wasn’t associated with a woman used to physical contact. Perhaps seventeen, eighteen. Fuck, he hoped she was older. What Brandon was asking would terrify any woman who wasn’t accustomed to pack laws. She wouldn’t know what was about to happen, and he was about to put one of the townspeople in danger.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Charlotte Griffin,” she whispered.
Micah stared at Kim. “I want to know what selfish reasoning you used in a bargain that has put your sister’s life in danger.”
Kim gazed at the floor. What happened tonight would not go unpunished. Micah knew he’d have to hold a meeting with the townspeople about Kim. For now, Charlotte and her innocence were at stake.
“Come here, Charlotte,” he called, making sure his voice was calm so he wouldn’t frighten her.
He watched as she pulled away from the man holding her and moved around Brandon. She licked her lips and then focused on Micah as she walked the short distance to stand in front of him.
“Do you know what is going on?”
Charlotte shook her head.
“Do you know who I am? What I am?”
She shook her head again.
“I’m going to need you to trust me.”
Micah waited as she looked behind her at the Eagles and then turned back to him. “I will.”
He took her hand and brought her into contact with his body. Shit, Brandon had been right. She smelled of innocence on a fresh spring morn. Her scent dazzled him.
Cupping her chin, he tilted her head back until she stared into his eyes. He ran his thumb across her full bottom lip. He loosened his grip on her chin, a finger travelling down past her throat to her vulnerable neck. The delights within her small body tempted him. Micah was alarmed. No human female could tempt him. The demands of his body craved rough, hard fucking. The mate, or woman who would become his for the rest of his life, would have to learn to take all of him. His cock was long and thick like the rest of him. A human female would struggle. Even now, because of his sheer size, he refused to take human women for fear of breaking them. Clearing his head of his troubled thoughts, he put all of his attention into Charlotte.
His protective instincts rushing forward, he tilted her head back and looked at her delicate neck, beautifully exposed for him to see. Her pulse was beating rapidly, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants. The world around him stopped. The scent of honey, vanilla, and the fresh sunshine during a morning run through thick forests invaded his senses. Micah pictured Charlotte naked running from him but with the intention of getting caught. He growled as the instinct to claim her surged within him. One moment she was standing with her head tilted back, and the next, her back pressed against his. The speed at which he moved would terrify most humans. He bit into his palm—the thick blood oozing out—and pressed it to her lips.
She fought him. The little wildcat struggled in his hold. The call of the moon hit him, the canines in his mouth growing for the mating call. In one smooth motion, he struck, his wolf teeth sinking into her human flesh. The fluid from his own vein fed her at the same time he took hers. Micah’s one free arm caught her to him. After a few seconds with his teeth inside her, her struggles ceased. Charlotte went pliant in his arms as she passed out.
Micah retracted his claws and looked down into the face of the young woman he’d just destroyed.
The alpha of the Rock Wood pack had mated a human female.
She stood before him in her underwear. Micah stepped back and gazed at the beauty of her body.
“Do you hate what you see?”
“I love what I see.” He took her hand and brought her against his own. He roughly pulled at his clothes until they tore or were yanked free.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Charlotte giggled.
“This is insane. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“And you’ll only ever do this with me. No other man will have you. Never.” Micah yanked the bra from her body, her large tits spilling free. His cock was so fucking hard. Pre-cum already leaked from the tip.
The need to gain control over the fiery lust pulsing through his veins was vital before he tipped her back and fucked her hard and rough for the first time. Lips and tongue sucked her nipples and played with her breasts. His other hand went between her legs and ripped the fabric of her panties in half. He threw them away, replacing his hand on her mound. A small amount of hair outlined her pussy lips, making him harder.
Micah ran a finger through the moist slit and cursed at her wetness. The scent of her need permeated the room.
Sucking in a breath and turning from her, Micah got his beast under control. He wouldn’t ruin her first time by being an animal.
No one had ever told him how powerful he’d feel having his mate close by. Charlotte meant the world to him.
“Are you all right?” she asked. He heard her moving, and then her hand lay lightly on his shoulder.
“I need to make sure I won’t hurt you.” He turned back to her and watched her gasp. One of her hands covered her mouth.
“Your eyes are different. Your eyes have gone black where they’re usually gray.” Seeing her reaction made him gain the control to pull his beast back and stop him from unleashing the monster within.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s who you are.” She cupped his face and brought him up for a kiss. She knelt on the bed, and Micah tumbled her back down. His body covered hers.
Her glorious honey smell tempted him like no other. He knew he wanted to take her on one of the nights of the full moon. To see her body writhe in pleasure, soaked in the moonlight.
Micah worked her body, kissing her lips and creating a path downward until he reached her lovely-smelling cunt.
She cried out when he used his fingers to spread her wide. Her tiny clit was peeking out from the hood, red and swollen. He licked up her slit, smelling her own exquisite scent.
“What are you doing?” she demanded on a moan.
Micah smiled. His little maid didn’t know the true carnal pleasures that awaited her.
“Lay back, baby. Enjoy.” He used his tongue to bring her to the height of pleasure. His hands moved up her body and began to play with the swollen red nipples. Charlotte thrashed beneath him, crying out for him to stop and then to carry on. He chuckled, loving her reaction. Micah wanted her dripping wet with her own natural lubricant before he tried to fuck her with his large cock.
She was panting and screaming for a release she didn’t understand. Micah finally heard her submit to the pleasure he was giving her. He licked her clit until she cried out and convulsed in orgasm. He didn’t want to hurt her. She was coming down from her high, he grasped his cock. The tip and head covered in his pre-cum, he aligned his cock with her pussy entrance. In one smooth thrust, he penetrated her virgin cunt and claimed Charlotte Griffin as his own.
Her tight pussy fluttered around his hard shaft. He’d taken her innocence in the first thrust, but his cock wasn’t all the way in. Compared to his body, she was so tiny and small. Tears shone in her eyes, and he knew, even with her climax, he’d hurt her.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Please don’t move anymore,” she requested.
“I’ve got to. I’m not all the way in.”
“It hurts,” she cried out.
Micah didn’t move at all. Instead, he grabbed her waist, running his hands over her hips and grasping her butt. He laid kisses on her shoulder, loving her body with his touch. Never in his life would he want to hurt her.
He cursed his body and the instinct of the wolf. If he didn’t claim her soon, he’d be driven insane by the vision of being with her. If he didn’t get himself under control he risked killing her in the process.
After some time, her pelvis began to move, and he knew the pain would have lessened, and her body was starting to crave for more.
“Can I move?” He didn’t want to hurt her, and if it meant waiting for her, he’d wait as long as his beast would allow.
“Will it hurt?”
“I don’t think so. That pain is gone. Only pleasure is left.” He crossed his fingers, hoping he was right.
“Okay, we’ll try it.”
Micah took her lips and brought her lower body under his. His mate would like the loving of his body.
He’d make sure of it.