“That’s what it feels like.” He explained.I stared at him in awe.“No.” He amended. Holding very still to study a spot to the side of my shoulder. “It’s probably more intense for me because it’s such a relief to the crazed need of my beast.”The wolf. I remembered the glimpses of silver fur which had crept from his fur. And the flashes of yellow eyes as he’d fought against the animal.Trying to stay human for me.“Why aren’t you looking at me?” I was a little wounded that he didn’t wish to see what I’d experienced.He’s pushed for it all night but now avoids witnessing it.He finds me ugly? A tiny voice pressed layers of shame over me. He’s disgusted by my reaction.I shivered in fear that I’d done something very wrong. Made myself more vulnerable than I needed to be.“Because the sight of you pleasuring yourself on my body is damn near driving me crazy. My wolf is ready to explode. To tear into your tender flesh and claim you as mine. Burrow into you and make you my mate for all ete
I bit my lip.“But the pain will lessen, I vow it.” He tried to reassure. Expression sympathetic.He’s worried I’ll fight him.But as unbearable as this night had been. I knew it could’ve been worse at the hands of another man. I knew another would’ve broken my body. Left my spirit in tatters. And all with as little feeling as having spit on me.Jaecar is different.He was my friend in truth. I just didn’t understand. But I felt enlightened now. Different about everything. I wondered briefly if I’d have wanted another as my mate if I’d had the choice.No. I always wanted him. I just didn’t think he’d want me.And I was scared of the mating rituals. Terrified, actually.Awful as he had been in what he’d done to me, Jaecar wanted to be my mate. He had protected me from this dark part of being a wolf for years. Sheltered me in my hut from the outside world until he could no longer.I hated him for some of the things he’d done to me tonight.But I cared for him.When he guided me to sit s
Rebekah met the alpha at the door and pointed out, obviously directing him to remain outside.I was saved from whatever dark fate may have awaited me had I acted on my black thoughts, by Lyra Lani coming out and catching Draven’s larger hand.As if looking for reassurance.When did this happen? Probably while my life was changing last night. I thought dryly.Lyra Lani trailed behind him, and when he turned to say something to her, she smiled softly.Looking happier than I’d ever seen her.The slight hollowness that was always reflected behind her pretty eyes now seemed absent in the rising morning light.I wondered if she had discovered the same thing, I had last night. That perhaps not everything Marta had told us had been wholly accurate.She’d said nothing of the pleasure. Of how it could be when one stopped fearing what was happening. That had all been wholly new to me. And I wondered if it had opened her eyes as well.Instead, she sent us into the night terrified. I decided I wou
Rebekah continued adjusting herbs along a table. Her red hair shining nearly blood red in the firelight. Her blue eyes flitted to me. Firelight dancing across her golden cheeks.“What did you mean by that?” I couldn’t resist.“She likes to dose the younger she-wolves with her herbal tea which prevents the continuance of our pack.”“Why would she do that?”Rebekah shrugged as she stirred a pomade over the fire. “Who knows. But my guess would be because her mate had been the original alpha of the NightHunter pack. And the current one is her son which was banished from our pack.”“What?” I blinked at her.Rebekah turned with the tiny wooden bowl of the concoction she intended to smear on my more delicate parts.“Did you think she’d ever be loyal to this pack after they banished him for his cruelty.”“What’d he do?”“He killed her best friend.”“Why?”“To silence her from muttering in Marta’s ear.”“Why would she condone that?”Rebekah stepped near my tail again to apply her mixture. “Bec
SUMMARY: I am a rare breed. Both mage and wolf. Trained in the infamous Mages Guild of King Detry under Warlord himself. And her...Well, we all know what she is. Impossible to catch. Every Mating Moon they all hunt for her. Her tiny leather robes leave little to the imagination and we'd all like to feel her to sate our primal need to breed. But damn her ability to spark when threatened. But I've a plan this year. I've watched her every move and now I'm ready to put the plot I've carefully nurtured into effect. Within hours I plan to be sinking into her warm body and sating my insatiable appetite. Afterall, she's not the only one with magic in this pack. That's why they call me Magus. TEASER: She was soon moaning from her own stroking. She came. Opening her mouth on a pleasured moan. That was the finishing moment for me. Her complete surrender of her throat so I could spill my seed deep into her. She glared at me. I stroked her cheek. "Ready for more?" She shook her head
The same year that the plague was sweeping through humanity a hybrid disease was decimating even us, immortal as we were. Wolves in packs were quickly contaminated and died. Passing the disease amongst themselves within days.We had no choice but to scatter until the spread had stopped.But women and children refused to separate or could not survive on their own. Meaning that most of our females had passed.One fierce Alpha, Edrick had waited until he saw that wolves were no longer dying, and he’d gone in search of the strongest, fiercest of the roamers to form a pack.But we had to be healthy.And have something to offer his pack.Thusly, only prime hunters, the fastest, fiercest or those with special skills were permitted to join us.That was how I came to be part of the pack. There were few wolves capable of magic and even fewer trained as mages by the Mages Guild.I was rare.They called me Magus.Which was simply another name for a Mage. But I liked being identified for what I wa
1353 Days before the Mating MoonZyra Momay. I liked her name, just thinking it heated my blood. But she had that effect on all of us.She was an earthen creature. And the cloths the other women wore caused her skin to redden. So, she wore only scanty hide robes. Letting her lush curves spill from the garment beckoningly.But she didn’t care.She’d walk fearlessly into the middle of our campfires at night to partake of food, heedless of the wolfish stares she received.They all know they can’t touch her anyway.Every one of them wanted inside her under the Mating Moon.But Zyra possessed magic. She could both blend into any background and become invisible. As well as when discomforted she could generate lightning currents which kept predatory males from sticking a cock anywhere near her.Damn her.More than once I’d tried and gotten a shock to my stem for my efforts.Making her giggle as she sauntered away.But I’ve a plan for little Zyra Momay this year. There’ll be no escaping me no
“My Magus...” She answered the door and smiled sweetly in welcome.Despite that she intends to leave me in painful yearning while she’s sated.“Don’t play with me tonight, Zyra. I’ve no patience for it.”“Don’t you?” She blinked lovely blue eyes as she closed the door. Pressing her back to it to pin herself. Peering at me from beneath hooded lashes. Knowing she looked like ready prey but could turn the tables in an instant.Send me out of her hut just as quickly as she invited me in.She caught one of my larger hands as she’d done earlier. Lifting it and slipping it under the shoulder strap of her leather robe and shifting it aside so her large, exposed breast was freed into my hand.***Moaning I shoved against her. Pinning her to that door with a growl. I shifted my feet inside hers and pressed them apart until I knew she was exposed.Vulnerable.And open with her legs parted so far.I drove my hips against her. Only my breeches and the front flap of her robe separating us.She’s st