"Fine. But I want to pay. After all, you're doing a lot of the work.""My treat," Mike insisted. "Call it being neighborly.""Then for sure I should pay. You're the neighborhood newcomer."He moved until he was right in front of her, those dangerous eyes boring into hers. A shiver skated over her body and her pulse beat bumped up. Jamie had never acted this way with a stranger before but something about Mike Volka swept all her inhibitions and reservations aside. When he touched his mouth to hers again she opened for him at once, eagerly accepting his rough tongue and the flame ignited inside her. Her hands brushed his cheeks, already with a scruff even this early in the day, before tunneling into his thick mane of hair.All her senses went on high alert, his strong male essence invading her nostrils, the sound of passion rumbling from his throat arousingly rough to her ears. He wrapped his strong arms around her, pressing his body to hers, his thick cock like a steel rod pressing
By eight o'clock Mike had replenished his candy bowl four times and was close to running out. Thankfully there were only a few stragglers left. The decorations were a big hit and the candles still flickered eerily in all the jack-o-lanterns. He had a sense of accomplishment at what he'd helped create. Was he fooling himself, though, to think that during the hours they worked together a bond formed between them that went beyond sex? Everything just happened so fast. He'd expected when he found his mate at last there would be the usual mating dance, in both his human and wolf form. He certainly hadn't expected they'd have explosive sex mere hours after they met. But opportunity was there, he took it and the bond between them had snapped into place in an instant. His heart knew it as well as his cock. Every so often he glanced over to where Jamie sat, admiring her luscious body that the jeans and heavy sweater still could not disguise. An itch crawled beneath the surface of his skin
"Only one piece each," Jamie cautioned, grinning as the Ninja warriors in front of her helped themselves from the bowl she held. "And don't eat them all at once," she called after them as they ran laughing down the walk.Jamie.The sound of her name startled her so she almost dropped the bowl. She looked to either side but outside the small halo of her porch light the night was now thickly dark. Jamie.There it was again. Only it didn't seem to come from anyplace around her. Instead, it echoed only in her head. Her stomach knotted in fear yet she was rooted to the porch, unable to move as if waiting for something.Jamie. Don't scream. It's me, Mike. Concentrate and answer me.Good lord. She could hear him inside her head. She gripped the bowl so tight her fingers ached. She had read about this in the book. Shifters had the ability to communicate telepathically with each other. And if the man or woman they mated with was human, they awoke the same ability in them. Mated. The word
Jamie opened for him, loving the feel of that coarse flesh inside her mouth. She closed on it and sucked, drawing him into the heated well. Their tongues tangled and danced and dueled, small fires igniting everywhere in her body and the pulse in her cunt beating like a jungle drum.She barely registered when Mike slid his hand beneath her sweater and cupped a breast tweaking the nipple through the satin of her bra. Or when with the twist of one hand he opened the clasp and pushed the thin satin away. But she definitely felt it when he pushed up the sweatshirt and fastened his mouth over one nipple, drew hard on it and closed his teeth over it in a light nip. Jamie felt the pull clear through her body, as if her nipples had a thin cord connected directly to the center of her pussy. She squeezed her legs together, a need of unbelievable strength surging through her. Sliding her hands beneath Mike's sweater she raked her fingernails lightly over the soft hair covering his back. He moan
She was so wet he easily slid two fingers inside her, curling them so he scraped against her sweet spot. One rub, two, and without warning an orgasm ripped through her. Mike bent to take a nipple into his mouth while she convulsed around his fingers, squeezing his hand with her thighs. When the spasms finally abated, softening to slight tremors, he slipped his fingers from her wet grasp and very deliberately lifted them to his mouth and licked them clean. The sight was so completely erotic it set tiny convulsions rippling through her again. She barely caught her breath before he turned her over and pulled her to her hands and knees. The touch of his tongue on her ass set off more quivers, long wet strokes that drew circles over and over. When he stopped suddenly she cried out in protest but he answered with tiny nips on the rounded globes. Then he reached for the throw pillows on the couch and piled them beneath her."For support," he told her. "Close your eyes and feel. Enjoy."
Part Two: Heart of the WolfI have to talk to her. I know the book she used is the one I need. How can I make her understand its importance? And how did she get it, anyway?Lia Popescue hitched the strap on her purse higher on her shoulder, shifted the book she was holding to her other hand, and tried to conceal her nervousness. She hadn't known what to expect when she arrived in Calderwood. She just knew not coming here hadn't been an option. The fact that she might finally have a lead to the family treasure she sought, to the traces of her lineage had kept her in a constant state of excitement during the two-day drive. Talking to Jamie Dalton Volka was her top priority. It was the reason why she was here in the first place, here in this town and this bookstore.Now tThe author sat at a table to one side, in front of a huge display of her book, signing all those books people had purchased."If you will all be patient," the woman standing by the author's table said, "Jamie will b
Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.How many times she'd been told that the legendary book had disappeared some generations back. That book - or the book, as they always emphasized it - was rumored to hold all the details of their pack history, all the genealogy charts of the genealogy and history of her pack. She was well aware it had been lost for years until hints of its reappearance popped up. It was all too much of a coincidence - the mention of this town, Calderwood, and the presence of
This is perfect, Lia thought, as she turned onto the little narrow dirt road. She'd searched the entire area around Calderwood on Google Earth and discovered hundreds of acres of forested land at the edge of an area of older homes. How lucky was she the town had a nice little park right at the outskirts. Perfect for her needs, especially this late when no one would be around. She could park here, deep among the trees in a place where it looked like no one was ever around and there was no chance of being discovered or disturbed.She took her time opening the driver's door, scanning the area just in case, but there didn't seem to be anything moving except the animals and birds that made this their natural habitat. The night was cool but pleasantly so, a perfect night to shift and run. Quickly and efficiently, she stripped off her clothes, folded them, and placed them on the car seat. Clipping her car keys to a lanyard, she slipped it around her neck. Obviously in her wolf form, she had