Cursed (The Order of the Wolf) (10 page)

“David was waiting in the parking lot by the time we hit the edge of the forest. He was motioning us in the direction of your room when the howling started.” Mayhem chuckled. “Good thing there weren’t any humans milling around.”

Raven nodded. They’d had a lot of luck on their side the day before and it’d been a mess getting away. Once the witches were gone, it was still mid-afternoon. The whole pack was too hyped up on adrenaline and trapped in wolf form until sunset. They were forced to run alongside the SUV, hiding as best they could in the brush along the highway on their way to the airport, unwilling to let Darcy out of their sight. They’d cleared the state a few hours later in a private jet and put the threat of any Hunters and those witches very far behind them.

“Yeah, we were lucky, that’s….” The scent of Darcy fresh out of the shower wafted from behind Raven, and left him grasping for words. He craned his head in that direction, the urge to go to her overpowering the attention of his alpha, a major break in rank. His wolf bristled at the divide. He flicked his head back around, fighting to stay focused.

Mayhem chuckled again. “You’d better go, Rav, I wouldn’t dream of keeping you from your mate.”

Raven put his drink down and jumped from his seat with a quick nod. “Thanks, man.”

He bolted into the bedroom and shut the double doors.

Darcy stood naked, still glistening from the shower. With a smile, she trailed a finger between her breasts, down to her navel. His gaze was riveted, willing that finger to keep going.

“I thought you might want to lick me dry.”

He bit his bottom lip, wanting to taste her so bad it hurt. “Lick you wet?”

Darcy moaned as she slipped her fingers to her pussy. “Yeah, something like that.”

“I need to mark you properly.” His voice was thick, his cock hard.

She rolled her head to the side and lifted her fingers to her neck. “Here?” she teased. She brushed her other hand over her budding nipples. “Or here?”

He growled and stalked toward her, hand on his cock, stroking himself through his jeans. She giggled and darted away, only making it a few feet before he was on her, taking her down to the floor in his arms as he kissed her neck, her collarbone and finally, as she landed on top of him, her perfect, pert little nipple. He sank his fangs in there, just as she’d offered, pulling a gasp quickly followed by a moan from her lips.

He took his mouth away and smiled up at her. “You asked for it, sweets.”

She stared at him, her eyes filled with all kinds of emotion. Burning lust, ownership, something else.

“You’re so beautiful, my Darcy.” He reached up to cup her cheek, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip. “The curse wasn’t real.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“What I feel for you…”

Darcy smiled, kissed his thumb. “My beastie, this is just the beginning.”

My beastie
. Raven liked that. His heart felt full to the point of breaking open, spilling out all these words that he’d never said before. Tender words only Darcy deserved to hear. “I feel…”

She placed two fingers against his lips, shushing him. “Just the beginning.”

She helped him out of his clothes, pushed his shoulders back down when he started to move up, and kissed him fiercely before gripping his cock in both hands and easing herself on to him.

He groaned as her tight, wet pussy sheathed him completely. Moaned long and hard when she stared to move, rolling her hips, grinding her clit against him. He reached up to cup her breasts, flicking her nipples, teasing them until they were impossibly hard.

She leaned forward and kissed him again, her tongue tracing along his bottom lip before he opened up and let her in. Her kiss was as intoxicating as her pussy, making him dizzy with desire, his climax mounting with each stroke in his mouth and along his cock.

All thoughts, all words were gone, dissolved into his body as he poured his feelings into her. Love. What he felt for Darcy was love. She pulled away and offered her throat, the delicate skin still unmarked and he knew she felt the same for him.

He growled, his cock exploded. Her pussy clenched as he gripped the back of her head, brought her to his fangs and dug them in, making her his completely.

Mine.

About the Author

Every day is Halloween for author Angela Addams. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela spends most of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios.

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Moon Kissed

© 2014 Aline Hunter

Bitter memories have kept Wolfe Trevlian away from New Orleans, but an alpha’s call for help has him reluctantly returning to the Big Easy. His tasks sound simple: Keep an eye on things, and initiate a truce with the pack’s enemies by killing a local pest.

His target turns out to be the last creature on earth who should be his mate. His instincts insist otherwise, even after she fills his hide with silver and warns him to leave her alone.

Arden Moran looked into the mind of her dying friend and saw the face of a killer. Vengeance has brought this half human, half vampire to New Orleans. Nothing will stop her from nailing her target, including the bossy, sexy werewolf who stirs both fear and desire within her.

Wolfe’s never been one to back down from a challenge, but saving, and then claiming, his female is easier said than done. Particularly with a mate who’s pissed off every supernatural creature on the planet—and is walking around with a price on her head.

Warning:
Contains a reluctant substitute alpha who didn’t sign up for complications, a wary half-breed vampire who’d love to take “no” for an answer—especially since it’s her “no”—and friends who refuse to interfere, figuring it’s more fun to sit back and watch the fur fly.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Moon Kissed:

Wolfe squeezed out of the booth, growling as his knees hit the bottom of the table. It was a blessing and a curse being so large. On one hand, it meant a heated glance got the job done in most cases. On the other, it meant low ceilings and too-small furniture were a common occurrence. Once free, he tossed money on the table and followed Taylor and his men from the pub.

Along the way, he glanced at the corner. The girl was gone.

Damn it to hell.

His lack of a sex life hadn’t bothered him before, but it did now. It had been decades since he’d been interested in any female and even longer since he’d had a decent fuck. He hated dredging up memories of Deidre Varmour, but he couldn’t always control his mind or emotions. His hackles rose in disgust. The bitch had used magic to bewitch him, wanting him as a pawn in her personal fucking vendetta.

The experience had almost ruined him.

People had talked and he’d been a laughingstock. Worse? His wolf had been duped by magic, believing it had found its mate. Once the cobwebs had cleared, he’d felt like a total tool. He hadn’t had much use for females after that, swearing them off permanently. Perhaps it was best the mystery woman was gone. He’d likely take his contempt for one female out on another who’d done nothing wrong.

“We’ll take the lead,” one of the vampyren announced, moving in front of Taylor and striding to the entrance. The human exited the building with the remaining leeches directly on his heels. They were all business, scanning the area as they opened the door.

The crisp autumn air swept into the building, the delectable scent of jambalaya and red beans making Wolfe’s stomach rumble. Dinner was next on the agenda. Most definitely. Nothing took care of a werewolf’s hunger like fresh biscuits, refried beans and rice and a side of gumbo. He hadn’t had the opportunity to enjoy a proper meal prior to his journey to the pub.

Alcohol on an empty stomach was just asking for trouble.

The vampyren in front of him came to an abrupt halt. Wolfe stopped thinking about his ravenous appetite and peered over the heads of the guards. A small black shape appeared, blocking the progression
of the group.

“I suggest you move,” a soft feminine voice warned.

Her request was met by the threatening baritone of the vampyren in front. “Move me.”

A wet gurgle, bubbly and out of place, followed. Wolfe watched in disbelief as the vampyren’s head wobbled and detached from its shoulders. Taylor pressed against Wolfe as the remaining guards flew from the building and went on the offensive.

Growling thickly and shoving him away, Wolfe demanded, “What the fuck?”

“It’s her.” Taylor’s fear was apparent in his face and voice. “I told you the bitch would be here. She’s not smart enough to leave well enough alone.”

Wolfe watched the small figure spin and duck, dodging blows and kicks from the vampyren. He stilled, taken off guard when he recognized her. Son of a bitch. The female from the bar. Her skill at physical combat was impeccable, her speed uncanny and definitely not human. The daggers in her grasp were like an extension of her hands, delivering deep slices that sent blood into the air in a vivid red spray.

“If you want peace with Lucius”—Taylor wheezed like a ninny who’d cashed his last check—“stop her.”

“Why should I?” Wolfe’s gaze followed the girl as she moved with a grace that belied her nature. She was too damn fast to be mortal. He turned to Taylor with a sarcastic sneer. “You’ll be too dead to tattle.”

“Fool,” Taylor snarled and pressed his back into the door, obviously wanting to escape. “My death is how he’ll know. If I don’t return, he’ll take it as a declaration of war. He’ll come here. He’ll expect you to answer for my death. You invited me here. I traveled as a display of goodwill. Mark my words. You’ll pay.”

“Your king doesn’t want to fuck with the lycae. He knows better.”

“Adam Trevlian doesn’t need another burden on his back. We didn’t come here because you fear our kind. We came here because we’re an obstacle you can’t cross. Think with your head, not your morality.”

Wolfe’s vision shifted, allowing him to see in wolf clarity.

Taylor had stopped sneering and backed away, but not before Wolfe delivered a hearty blow to his nose. The bones beneath his knuckles gave way with a satisfying crunch. Taylor’s pitiful cry was muffled by the hand he pressed to his injury. Blood trickled through his fingers.

“You’re right. It’s an obstacle Adam doesn’t need. But don’t threaten me or mine. You might get what you want, but you won’t leave happy.”

Wolfe turned and watched as a vampyren moved closer to his opponent and the female seized the opportunity, pushing into his body with her smaller one. Her fingers gripped his jaw and she forced his head up and back. The dagger in her hand severed tissue and muscle with practiced ease, nearly decapitating the vampire. She released her foe and went back to work.

The two remaining vampyren went for guns hidden under their jackets. In a blink, she slid her daggers into sheaths at her sides and retrieved the weapons tucked against her ribs. She fired her sidearms, leaning forward for better aim. Bullets whizzed past her as the vampyren returned fire and she ducked behind an alley. In a breath, she reappeared with fresh clips and resumed shooting her weapons.

“What the hell is she?” he whispered.

Taylor removed a handkerchief from his pocket. “She’s an outcast, unwanted by either of her races, living off the lives of others. She’s of no concern to you. Do what I’ve asked. No one will miss her.”

Wolfe’s jaw ticced and he stared at the vampyren servant. “She moves like a vampire and fights like the Thymeria.”

“That’s probably because she was a member of the Thymeria human faction, but that was years ago. As for being vampire—”

Wolfe stopped listening, forced to intercept the oncoming female in question. The remaining vampyren were down and squirming weakly atop the blocked concrete. She was focused on one person—one he didn’t particularly care for, himself.

Taylor.

Damn it.

Subduing an unwilling female wasn’t how he envisioned his first night back in New Orleans. He had wanted to relax with decent food and even better music. Not engage in a scuffle with a tiny girl who’d just put the beat down on four vampyren.

Should be thanking her for the community fucking service.