New Release: Murphy

Murphy (The Skulls 2)

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The Skulls, 2

Tate Johnson is the daughter of the motorcycle club leader and has decided The Skulls has hurt her one too many times. Moving out of her home and cutting her ties from the only family she knows, she starts a life for herself, hoping to create new memories.

Murphy abandoned Tate for the sake of the club, but now he’s back, determined to win the love she once felt for him. But, Tate’s not letting go without a fight. She’s stubborn and refuses to listen to him.

The Club is in lockdown when two local cops are killed. An attack is ordered on Tate, but no one knows the identity of the person intent on taking down The Skulls and controlling the town of Fort Wills. No one is safe as the club is compromised. Lives are lost, people are hurt, and some will never be the same again. Everything comes down to Murphy, and he has to make a choice.

He can save his club … or his woman. Which will he choose?

Be Warned: anal sex, bondage, food as sex toys

Excerpt:

Swallowing past her nerves, she reached behind her loosening the zipper holding her dress together. If she gave herself to him then maybe she could finally move on and not spend her life dwelling on what might have been.

“Tate, what are you doing?” he asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She wiggled out of the dress until it fell at her feet. Stepping out of the dress, she kicked it aside. Removing her bra, she threw that on top of the dress, facing him completely naked. Next, she released her hair from the clip binding her hair. “I’m getting ready to be fucked.”

He didn’t move or say anything. Smiling, she stepped closer. His jacket was on the floor, revealing his tattooed arms. She’d sat with him through each tattoo. Running her hands up his arms, she caressed over each design. They were intricate, beautiful, and they brought back memories of watching his body be marked.

“Tate.” He said her name as if he was going to tell her stop.

Gripping the top if his shirt, she tore it from his body, cutting through his warning. She wasn’t going to stop. Tonight she was going to have her one night with him.

“Where’s Kelsey and Eva?” she asked.

“Tiny and Killer are taking care of them.”

“Will Killer hurt her?”

“No.”

“Good,” she said, grabbing his buckle. “We’re doing this tonight. Tell me you don’t want to, and I’ll stop. We’ll stop, and nothing else happens.”

Opening the buckle she pushed his jeans down his thighs revealing his thick cock to her touch.

She touched him, wrapping her fingers around his length and started to work him over. “Tell me to stop, Murphy. Turn around, walk out the door, and it’ll be over. No more fighting, no problems.”

Pick the club and walk away from me.

Tate didn’t say the other words, but she thought them. Staring into his dark gaze she waited for him to still her movements. Holding her breath, she stared at him waiting.

Time seemed to stand still while she waited for him to speak.

He reached up, cupping her cheek with one hand as the other covered hers over his cock. “Harder,” he said.

Tightening her grip around his shaft, she worked him over as he pushed the jeans from his body.

“No past between us tonight.”

“Fine.”

Glancing down his body, she gasped as she caught sight of the slightly red skin around his abdomen. Her name was printed into his skin, and from the looks of it, he’d done it recently.

Not tonight. Don’t question it tonight.

Sex.

She pushed her curiosity away and looked up at him. Her experience with men was a big fat zero. A dildo did as she asked without any argument. Murphy wasn’t cold rubber. He was all male.

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New release: The Valentines: Adam

Adam

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To figure out the present, they need to go back to the past.

Poppy is the only remaining necromancer in the world. She is the one in control of the dead and she has been sent to the Valentines. There is an evil force at work and she must help Adam Valentine to uncover it before it’s too late.

Adam is intrigued by the young necromancer. Her scars do not affect him. He sees the strength inside her and he likes it. All he wants to do is protect her and claim her as his own.

They are on a mission to find out who the real alpha of the Beyer West pack is. But Poppy’s world is about to turn on itself as she needs to make a choice. There is no room for love in the life of a necromancer, yet after centuries of being alone, Adam has filled her life with meaning.

People will die and secrets will be revealed as the balance that protects them is broken. Can their love survive as the world is about to be sent into chaos? This is no longer about the wolves but something much bigger that neither of them can fight.

Excerpt:

“Poppy, wake up.” Someone was touching her arm. No one ever touched her skin. Most beings were repulsed by what she was. Each wound was a testament to the battles she’d fought and won over the centuries.

“Poppy. It’s a bad dream.”

She batted away the irritation that refused to let her sleep. She cried out in shock as firm lips pressed against hers. No one had kissed her before. The contact shocked her more than the touch of the hand on her naked flesh.

Screaming, Poppy lashed out, sending Adam Valentine flying through the air and landing on top of the wardrobe in the room she slept in at the Valentines’ mansion. The wardrobe broke apart where Adam landed.

The man who’d been trying to wake her up groaned and pulled out of his side a chunk of wood that had managed to embed itself just below the ribs.

Poppy winced.

She cursed her own stupidity. Usually when she slept, she kept the door locked and surrounded by charms to keep the dead out. A true necromancer struggled to sleep at the best of times. Ghosts and damaged souls were everywhere the naked eye couldn’t see, but she saw them.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. She wrapped her cloak, which must have opened during her sleep, back around her. Poppy hated more than anything for Adam to see her scars. He was the first male she had ever desired.

Her scars were gruesome and she did everything in her power to keep them covered when she was around him.

“Shit, Poppy. You were screaming in your fucking sleep.” Blood seeped out of the wound. She saw it was already healing. The magical power of the vampire was a wonderful thing to witness.

“Well, you shouldn’t interrupt a person when they’re asleep.” Her lips were still wet from his small kiss. She wanted to lick her lips to see if she’d taste him on her tongue.

Her heart mourned the loss of connection. The first kiss she’d experienced from a man she liked, and she’d gone and thrown him across the room. At this rate she would never know the true intimate touch of a man. When Adam was around, she found herself longing to know what it would feel like to have him touch her. Intimately touch her. Would his touch be gentle or rough?

“I banged on the door. It wouldn’t open at first and then it was like it opened by itself.”

She watched as he rubbed his head, clearly trying to focus. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah? Why are you wearing the cloak?”

Poppy held the fabric between her fingers. The cloak provided her with protection from the stares of others and made her feel secure. “It’s my cloak.”

“Is this about the scars again? It’s a fucking ugly cloak. Couldn’t you get one in a lighter colour?”

She tensed. Her scars may not repulse Adam, but he hadn’t seen all of them yet. The cloak was the last thing she held from the time with her family. With how old she was, it would probably be deemed either vintage or scrap material.

“What did you want me for?”

He shook his head and turned towards the mirror. All he would be able to see was a black blur of a reflection. Whenever she entered a room, she made sure the mirrors couldn’t show her true image. She found it freaky when the girl from the other side could be seen staring back at her.

“Did you have a bad dream?” he asked.

She liked the sound of his concern too much. “What did you want me for?”

Adam sighed, moving closer to her. “Poppy, you’re an enigma. You show up all big and powerful, and you don’t share your secrets well.”

His hands rested on her shoulders and it took Poppy a lot of willpower not to react. She struggled between the desire to push him away and the desire to move his hands to cup her breasts. The conflicting emotions inside her were starting to wear her down.

“Just tell me what you want?”

He sighed, let her go and walked towards the door.

“They’re meeting in the study again. I swear I’m starting to live in that fucking room. Join us when you’re ready.”

Poppy nodded and watched him go. They should have left the day after the attack on Katie—over a week ago—but Robert hadn’t allowed it. Robert had decided it was too close after losing Katie and learning the true curse of the wolves. He’d ended up calling off the initial search for the original alpha of the Beyer West pack. In doing so, Poppy had taken up residence—much to the younger brother’s disgust—in the Valentines’ home.

Placing a hand to her chest, Poppy winced. She opened the cloak and the top buttons of the black dress she wore. She waved her arm across the mirror so that her true reflection appeared. Poppy turned away from the image when she first saw herself. Her primary response was revulsion at the vision before her, but she forced herself to turn and look.

The single raised scar from forehead to her chin had come from a dead nymph who had refused to believe she wouldn’t be young and sexy forever. Several small scars that had come from nails dotted her cheeks—some of the people didn’t like the fact that they were dead and would fight the transition from Earth to the realm of death. The scar on her neck had been the result of claw marks from a mightily pissed off werewolf. The ones over her heart—the vulgar criss-cross lines—were the result of her own forced transition. Closing her eyes, she opened a few more buttons of her dress until the whole top part of her breast was visible. The scar looked like a chessboard decorating the skin above her heart. The criss-cross was in the middle of a circle that outlined her heart, followed by a deeper line where they had cut her heart in two.

She placed a finger over the smooth lines and winced. When she pulled it back, a smear of blood was on her finger.

Gasping, she looked in the mirror. Blood was seeping from the wound. Her hand covered the marks and she fought for breath. Poppy wanted to scream, but she could do nothing. She gazed into the mirror and saw the blood rush from her eyes, mouth and nose before, in one swift, harsh move, she was flung to the floor on a roar of absolute agony.

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New Release: The Billionaire And The cleaner

The Billionaire and the Cleaner

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Billionaire Kent Anderson is used to getting what he wants. Every woman he knows falls at his feet. When the full-figured cleaner working on his floor catches his eye, Kent figures it will only be a matter of time before she’s underneath him, in his bed.

Lana Hawkins has dealt with a troubled past and is moving on. She’s sworn off men after her last boyfriend broke her heart. When Kent Anderson starts paying her attention she does the only thing she can think of…she becomes his friend.

But the attraction and passion between them starts to build until Kent finally takes the next step. But what can he do to convince Lana he’s in love with her? Her past is always in the way, and she refuses to open up. Can Lana finally give her heart to the man she loves or will her past finally take the one person she loves away?

 

Excerpt:

Kent closed his eyes as the feel of her against him finally overwhelmed him. He’d been dreaming about this moment for some time. His cock thickened at the feel of her alone. Her breasts were beautiful and full. He ran his hands down her back feeling every curve and indentation of her body.

When her hands moved over him he nearly lost it. The impulse to press her to the bed and drive into her tight pussy was too hard to resist. He sank his fingers into her hair and pressed kisses to her neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, whispering the words against her skin.

She didn’t say a word. Finally after a little time passed he pulled away. Kent took a step forward, making Lana take a step back.

He moved until she fell to the bed. Kent stood over her, looking down at her beautiful body. She made to cover herself.

Kent caught her hands. “Never cover yourself.”

He knelt in front of her and opened her thighs. The scent of her essence filled the space between them.

Her arms moved away from her breasts. He took the time to stare at her body. Her breasts were large with rounded red nipples that were tight with arousal.

“You’re perfect.” Kent cupped one breast in his palm.

She cried out, arching against him.

Moving his hand down from her breasts over her rounded stomach, he pressed his open palm to her pussy.

Lana was dripping wet with arousal.

“Tell me you want me,” Kent said.

“I want you.” Her cheeks were flushed. He didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or arousal.

“Lie back.”

She looked at him startled.

“Lie back, and trust me.”

Slowly, she eased back. Kent lifted her legs to rest on his thighs. Her pussy was covered with a light dusting of hair. The lips of her pussy was spread open for him to gaze at her.

Her clit was swollen and wet. The entrance to her body looked tiny to him. Fisting his cock, Kent counted to ten to get himself back under control. He’d been without a woman because the only person he wanted was Lana.

“Relax, baby,” he said.

“No one has ever looked at me there.”

He stroked up her thighs. “That’s their problem. You’re mine now.”

She shivered.

Running his hands up the inside of her thighs, he watched as she tensed under his hands. Kent waited until she calmed down before leaning in a bit closer. Using the tip of his finger, he teased her outer lips.

Lana gasped.

“I’m not going any further until you relax, Lana. You’re going to enjoy this,” Kent said.

“I’ve never enjoyed … this.” She pointed between her thighs.

“Oral?”

“Yes.”

“Then the guys you were with weren’t doing it right. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll do it right and have you screaming in no time.”

After some time she finally relaxed under his touch. Kent waited a little longer and eased a finger through her pussy. When she didn’t tense, he eased a finger inside her pussy as the other teased her clit.

She moaned. Her pussy was tight around his finger. He held one finger inside her while his thumb stroked her nub.

“You’re tight, baby.”

“It has been a while,” she said.

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New Release: Taking His Woman

Taking His Woman

The Sinclair Men, 2

Chris Sinclair broke Erica’s heart. The only woman he has ever loved. Since that awful moment he has spent every waking moment thinking about her and wishing he could have another chance.

Erica cannot forget the love she felt at the hands of Chris, but her memories are plagued by his betrayal after he took her innocence. When they meet again, the attraction is as strong as ever. But Erica refuses to give herself easily to the man who broke her heart.

When Chris’s father is rushed to the hospital, Erica and Chris learn how quickly life can change. Instead of dwelling on the past they move into a future together. But how long can they last? With Erica’s desires increasing, can she find it in her heart to completely trust Chris or will they be doomed to repeat the past?

Be Warned: spanking

 

Excerpt:

Chris removed his belt, then his pants until he stood before her in his bare skin. She cried out. Her hands encircled his cock. He thrust her hands away from his body, going to his knees in front of her. Chris took first one foot and then the next, removing her sandals. Bringing her foot to his lips, he kissed the delicate soles of her feet. She lay back as he kissed his way up her body on one leg before changing to her other leg.
“Chris, please.”
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“Touch me. I can’t wait any more.”
Their time apart melted away. They were the two people back in his hotel room with no pain between them. Chris opened her legs, staring at her beautiful pussy. Her blonde curls were slightly darker. She kept herself neatly trimmed. Her juice coated her slit, leaking out onto the bed.
He slipped a finger between her folds, inside her body. She was tight, hot, and soaking wet. Erica cried out when he added a second finger. Chris fucked her body, getting her to accept his fingers. His cock was thick, and he didn’t want to hurt her.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“More. Please, I need more.”
“My woman is being greedy.” He smiled, loving her openness.
“Always for you.”
He pressed his fingers harder inside her, leaning down and licking her clit. Her scream sounded wonderful to him. He wanted her clawing at the sheets with the release he intended to give her.
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Erica had missed this. Chris had a way with her body that she could never understand. He flicked her clit and fucked her cunt. She bit her lip, her fingers sinking into the blanket and holding on as her body grew hungrier for the release that only he could give her.
He nibbled, sucked, and licked at her bud. She felt every different action of his skilful tongue. She got closer to the point of no return. Erica had missed her time with Chris. He captured her in so many different ways.
“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you scream your pleasure.”
A third finger was added to her pussy. She felt stretched, wound so tightly she felt like she was going to burst.
His attentions never left her clit. The flicking intensified, making her climb higher and higher.
“Chris.” She yelled his name, not caring how unladylike she sounded. Erica ground her hips against his face, prolonging her orgasm.
Before she had time to come back down from her high, Chris moved her up the bed. She watched as he grabbed a condom, put one on, and sank deep inside her.
“So fucking tight.”
Erica wrapped her arms around his back, holding on as he made love to her. He pulled out of her so only the head of his cock remained before ramming inside in a hard thrust. The depth of his cock bumping her cervix made her pleasure mingle with the sharp point of pain. The sensation was intoxicating to her. He grasped her hands, holding them above her head. She couldn’t move. He plunged inside her, over and over again taking her to the peak but denying her the edge of release.

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New Release: Scarred Beauty

Scarred Beauty

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Noelle Evans has lived with a vicious scar down the side of her face since she was in a car accident ten years ago. She doesn’t know what it is like to be touched, desired, or loved.

Isaac Welch is rich and stuck in a rut of loveless sex with gold-digging women. The moment Isaac meets Noelle, sparks begin to fly. He is intrigued by this startling beauty who has helped his brother.

What started as a game soon turns to blinding passion. Isaac tries to fight his growing feelings for Noelle, but she is about to learn the truth about their meetings. Will she ever be able to forgive his betrayal, or will Isaac be left with only the memories of his time with his Scarred Beauty?

Be Warned: anal sex, spanking.

 Excerpt:

Staring into her eyes, he made a split-second decision. Grabbing her hand, he pressed her against the hard length of his cock through the fabric of his trousers. “Do you feel that? That is how much I want you. I fucking ache to be inside you. I know you’re a virgin, but I want to be the first one to ever open those sweet thighs and taste you. Elle, I leave here, and all I want to do is be with you put you on the bed, spread you open and take you, hard, fast and slow. I want you anyway I can get you.”

Fuelled by pure need, he tore the pants from his body until he stood with his shaft out for her to touch. He opened her hands and curled them around his length. Every action he did with speed so he wouldn’t stop.

“Feel that? Feel how much I want you?”

Her mouth was slightly open as if amazed by what he’d done.

“You want me?” she asked.

In answer, he slammed his lips down on hers and showed her the true meaning of want. Isaac gave her everything.

Wrapping his hand in the length of her dark red hair, he spun it in his fist. Pulling her head back, he plundered her mouth taking everything she had to offer. He unleashed the beast inside him. For the first time he knew what it felt like to need to possess a woman, to have her as his own. The thought of any other man having her sent him into a rage. He was the only man who could touch her. No other. Her body, heart, and soul would belong to him and him alone.

God help him, he wanted to be the one to fuck her. He wanted to hear her scream his name as she orgasmed.

He moved her hand away as he begun to unbutton her blouse. She stood frozen, her lips responding. Isaac showed her what it felt like to be needed. Tonight, he would make her his.

Her hands curled into his hair. She pressed her body against his. Isaac pushed her away slightly without stopping the kiss. He pushed her shirt from her body and followed it with her bra. He pulled away to stare down at her body.

“Do you see how much I want you?” he asked.

She nodded. Her face flushed.

“Are you going to want me to pay for it?”

Her question cut him deep. Tightening his grip in her hair, he forced her to look at him. Her eyes filled with more tears after she spoke the question.

“There will be no money passed between us. I never took the damn money. You can have it. I want you, Elle. I always wanted to be with you. The money was only an excuse.” He finally admitted the truth to her.

“Why?”

“Because you give me a reason to look forward to my day. Before I met you I was falling into a black hole. You’re the only salvation I have.”

“I’ve not been the same since I met you. I think I love you, Isaac.”

Hearing those words made his chest ache. He wanted to say them back, but something held them in.

“You’re something special,” he said before taking her lips once again. No more words needed to be spoken. Her naked chest pressed against his, the hard nipples poking at him. He kept one hand bound in her hair as the other thumbed her red, swollen buds. She melted against him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. Isaac pressed her to the wall. He loosened his hold on her hair and watched as it fell around her face. The colour was wrong from the picture Brad showed her. He wanted to see her natural beauty displayed for him. His gaze moved to her breasts. The glorious round mounds filled his hands to perfection. They were pert. He bent his head and took one nipple inside his mouth. She cried out, thrusting her tit inside his mouth. He cupped the other and thumbed the nipple.

She screamed as he bit her nipple. His cock was on fire with the need to be inside her.

Pulling away, he bent down and removed the skirt from her body. Her legs were thick and curvy. He smiled placing his hands on her and feeling the soft, supple strength of her body. Thin women no longer did it for him.

From his position on the floor, he could scent her arousal. Taking hold of her panties, he removed them. They were wet with her arousal. Standing up, he looked into her drooping eyes and pressed his hand between her thighs. Her cream coated his fingers as he slid them through her slit.

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New Release: Bound to be Mated

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[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?

STORY EXCERPT

 

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.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

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.

“I’m sorry.”

“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.

New Release: Blaze’s Second Chance

Blaze’s Second Chance

The Sinclair Men, 1

Blaze Sinclair is the oldest son in the Sinclair household. He’s strong and sexy as hell and craves the plump receptionist working in his office building. On the night of the Christmas party his life is turned upside down, but he’s determined to have the woman he wants.

Cassie Walker has fallen in love with her boss. She spends every day at work craving his attention. One night her life is changed forever. Broken and used, Cassie must learn to move on and forget about the man who owns her heart.

Five years pass. With a divorce and a son under his belt, Blaze comes face to face with the only woman he’s ever wanted.

Can she forgive Blaze and give him a second chance, or will it be too late for her to realize the best things in life are worth fighting for.

Excerpt

She refused to spend the rest of her life wondering and regretting what could happen tonight. Cassie tugged on his tie, pulling his head closer to her. She took his lips, her first kiss with Blaze hot and feisty. Blaze stood, coming over her. He pulled her skirt as far as it would go, exposing her dampened panties. Cassie could smell her arousal, and she knew he must. Her pussy was wet and juicy.

He ripped her shirt open sending buttons spraying over the room. Cassie giggled, but she heard Blaze growl. His eyes devoured her lace-covered breasts. He unsnapped the front, watching as they exploded out. He moaned, and so did Cassie, as her breasts were huge and sensitive.

“You’ve got great tits. I want to suck on them.” Blaze cupped her breasts. They filled his hands and spilled over the top. Cassie moaned, arching her back.

“No good, I need you completely naked.” Blaze forced her to stand while he shed the rest of her clothes, as well as his until they stood staring at each other. Naked. He pushed her across his desk, his cock huge as it stood out.

“You’re so beautiful. A lovely ripe peach,” he growled. Blaze took one of her tits, and he nipped and plucked at her nipples.

She gasped. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“I’ve fantasised about you like this,” Blaze said. Cassie held her breath. This gorgeous man had fantasised about her? He wanted her?

“You wet for me, baby?” he asked. His fingers ran through her wet slit. She gasped, her eyes closing. “No, don’t close your eyes. Watch me,” he said. Cassie opened her eyes and followed the path he was taking. He was watching as his fingers circled her clit. The man was torturing her.

“So swollen and wet, begging to be touched.” She cried out as he penetrated her with two fingers.

He speared her pussy and fingered her clit. The wet sounds echoed off the walls of his office and heightened her arousal. She was wet and desperate to come. He fucked her with two fingers, and she watched him, the cream visible as he disappeared inside her body to his knuckles. The thrusts and touch on her swollen nub were driving her closer to the edge. She cried and bucked and begged for release.

Blaze took her to the pinnacle and brought her back before giving release. He held her back, denying her until she was a quivering wreck, mindless, insane and drunk on the pleasure that he was unleashing.

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