Fated For The Wolf: A Fertile Shapeshifter Romance (Werewolf's Harem Series Book 6) (8 page)
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Authors: Vivian Wood
His smile widened to a grin, only to be stolen away when Ivy brushed her lips against his.
Elijah grabbed Ivy and pulled her onto his lap, facing him to straddle his hips. He slipped his hands under her shirt and ran his calloused palms over the smooth skin of her hips and back. Ivy squealed at the chill of his touch, but when he swept his hands up to cup her breasts through her bra she moaned and arched into his touch.
Ivy nipped his lower lip, eliciting a deep, rumbling growl from Elijah, his wolf making itself known. He pinched her nipples through her bra, hard. She gasped and brought her body flush against his.
Elijah hissed when she rubbed her mound over his thickening cock, digging the fingers of one hand deep into the thick fall of her blonde hair. He tugged her head back, opening the creamy column of her neck to his teeth and tongue. He nipped and licked and sucked at her earlobe, neck, and nape until she writhed in his arms and cried out for mercy.
“Eli, please,” Ivy pled. He loved the way she said his name, loved hearing her beg for more of him.
“Get these off,” he ordered, stripping away her sweater and shirt, helping her pull off her thick wool leggings and panties at once. He unhooked and dispatched her bra, leaving her naked on his lap. When she tugged up the hem of his shirt he let her undress him. She lifted herself up, unbuttoning and pushing his jeans down and off with his help.
His hands found her smooth, bare hips first, then slid up to trace the shape of her full, heavy breasts. Ivy rose up on her knees, arms above her head in a classic pinup pose, the very essence of a vixen.
Elijah could barely breathe for wanting her, his cock throbbing insistently as he felt her soft warmth pressed against his aching body, watched the way she moved over him.
He slid a hand between them, biting his lip to suppress a moan when he found her soaking wet slit. Ivy licked her lips and let out a soft gasp as his fingers brushed her slit, teasing her clit. He slid a two thick fingers into her tight channel, loving how wet and ready she was for him.
“Ach, Ivy,” he murmured, withdrawing. He gripped her hip with one hand and his erection with the other, maneuvering her down until her wet heat met the pulsing crown of his cock.
“Yes!” she cried. She pressed herself down, inch by tight, hot inch. He had to grit his teeth to keep from thrusting up at first, but he waited, knowing the reward would be sweet. Her hands came down to rest on his shoulders, fingers tightening on him. Ivy settled all the way down, taking him fully, making him groan.
“Fuck, Ivy. Fuck me,” he hissed.
He dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips, leaning back and letting her find her own pace. She raised and lowered herself, slowly at first, then faster as her juices made the movement slick and easy.
Ivy moved on him, her tightness and warmth making him ache, making his balls draw up and tense with the need for release.
Elijah’s gaze roved; he watched where they were joined, the way she pumped up and down and milked his cock. He watched her tits bounce as she moved, the sexiest thing he could imagine. And he watched her expression, eyes closed, head tilted backward, mouth open as she gasped and moaned with pleasure.
Ivy was radiant, skin gleaming as she warmed in his arms, her exquisite bliss evident in every movement. Her innermost muscles tightened around him, her muscles slowing, and he could feel that she was close. Elijah slid his hands up, thumbs on her hip bones and fingers digging into her ass, and started helping her to move.
“Elijah, Elijah,” she chanted as he started thrusting up into her, drawing her closer and closer to release. Ivy’s movements slowed as she came to the brink, and then she plummeted over the edge, shattering around him with a shudder, her velvet heat clenching and pulsing.
For several long moments, Elijah thought he was dying. Ivy was enraptured, as beautiful as she’d ever been, and her body was too good. Too tight, too hot, too much.
He was frozen in time, unable to move, unable to breathe. Ivy moved on him in slow motion, her nails scoring his back in her frantic euphoria. Then suddenly he was coming, everything tightening as his vision fled.
Elijah arched up into her body, giving a ragged cry as he released deep pulses of seed into her, struggling for breath as he filled Ivy completely.
He collapsed back on the couch, Ivy melting against him as if boneless. They rested like that, tangled up and sticky, their harshly-drawn breaths the only sounds in the house.
Time passed, minutes or hours or eons, before Ivy finally stirred. She kissed him, a kiss that spoke volumes. Gratitude and desperation and hunger, all mingled with love and affection.
“We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?” she asked, more a statement than a question.
Elijah returned her kiss and smiled, nodding.
“Aye, I’d say we’ll make it.”
“And you still want a baby with me?” she asked, less certain this time.
Elijah looked at Ivy, all that blonde hair and bare skin and those big gray eyes. She might love him, but she still didn’t know that she could trust him to go any distance, that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. She would learn, and he’d start teaching her right now.
“Ivy, you’re my mate. When you’re ready, we’ll tell everyone.”
“Elijah, no. I can’t do that to you. Mates are for life, and I—”
Elijah grabbed her hands and gave them a shake, stopping her words.
“It’s already done, darlin’, and I wouldn’t do it any different. Not a bit. All that’s left to talk about is when and how we tell people about it, and how soon we can get you with child. You said before, we have no time to waste.”
“With child,” she said, a soft smile forming on her lips. “I can’t wait.”
“And you’re a lucky woman, because you don’t have to,” Elijah said.
With that, he scooped her up, making Ivy laugh.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I heard you were in need of a child, and there’s only one way to do that,” he said. “And right now darlin’, I’m starting the rest of our lives.”
Elijah carried her off to the bedroom, intent on doing just that.
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Vivian has been an autodidact from a young age, and to this day she'll read anything she can get her hands on - back of the cereal box, billboards, whatever. When she's not reading or writing romantic stories, Vivian likes making drinks from her Trader Vic's cocktail recipe book, snuggling her badly behaved dog, and drinking great coffee on rainy wraparound porches in New Orleans.
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Gavin
Gavin Beran slowed his pace, looking at the fitness monitor strapped just below the wristwatch on his right arm. He’d made good time, running an eight-mile loop that showcased the best downtown Billings, Montana. He’d picked up running as a stress-relieving hobby in high school, and now at age thirty he was in fantastic shape. Not that Berserkers could really be in bad shape, of course. He’d never met a Berserker male under sixty that wasn’t tall, fit, and packed with muscle. It was just how werebears were formed, apparently.
He paused before his condo building on North Broad street, hands on his knees as his breathing evened out. It was a perfect early May evening, nice enough that he might venture out to the new craft beer bar down the street, the one with the great patio and huge selection of beers. Maybe he’d even find one of those sexy human waitresses to take home. That redhead that had caught his eye last time, the one who’d flirted with him for so long that he’d gotten piss-drunk and ended up staggering the ten blocks back to his apartment to sleep it off alone.
Entering the quiet marble-floored lobby of his building, he skipped the elevator and took the stairs up three flights to his fourth-floor home. The condo was just blocks from the office where Gavin worked, and the view wasn’t half bad. Not that downtown Billings had much of a skyline, of course.