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Knowing Jarod would hate having to do such a thing, she turned into his arms, pulled his head down to hers, and pressed her mouth -- her human mouth -- against his with all the passion she could pour into the kiss. Her tongue darted out to lick the seam of his lips, which parted instantly.

She was aware of the laughter and lewd comments from the pack, but she refused to be intimidated. Almost immediately, Jarod kissed her back. Devoured her, really. The answering heat in her pussy nearly overwhelmed all thought other than how fast she could get him naked and inside her. There had always been an undeniable attraction between them, but this bordered on unholy.

It didn’t take long for Belle to get lost in Jarod, his mouth and hands doing masterful things to her senses, rough though they were. She found she craved the battle of pleasure versus pain as he claimed her for his own. Nails scored her hips, pulling her close. They had way too many clothes on. Jarod must have had the same thought because he was ripping and pulling off her FBI sweats as she helped him shed his shirt and jeans. His mouth closed around one aching nipple and bit down as he sucked, adding the perfect amount of sting. Belle couldn’t contain her scream of pleasure -- she didn’t even try.

She knew the moment one of the others came sniffing around. A wet tongue licked at the inside of her thigh and a human hand with sharpened claws wrapped around her calf. With more viciousness than she’d known herself capable of, she whipped her head around and snarled, kicking out wildly at the men trying to join their sex play.

Jarod spun her around so her back was solidly against his chest, his thick cock nestled in the cheeks of her ass. Her aim was better now. She kicked the closest offender, landing a blow solidly in his face. Blood flew as his head snapped to the side and she snarled again, a warning that anyone trying to touch her would meet the same fate. Or worse.

Without further preamble, Jarod found the entrance to her cunt with the tip of his cock and slammed home. The powerful surge almost knocked Belle off her feet. Jarod’s arm clamped around her waist was the only thing that held her upright.

She gripped his arm, bracing herself as best she could as he took her in a vicious pounding that sent shots of ecstasy coursing through her with every thrust. Never had anything been so exciting, so wild. So savage. It was as if their animal sides were overwhelming their human selves. Maybe they were. Perhaps, in this primal act, the beasts had to take over.

Strangely, Belle didn’t feel the urge to shift as Jarod had described. The wolf traits were there, as evident by her growling and snarling at the pack, but she had no fundamental need to shift as her mate took her, no matter what the alpha had ordered. She was submissive only to him. Perhaps remaining human was the way the female werewolf showed submission to her mate. Belle didn’t know. Didn’t really care. All that mattered was Jarod. At this point, she couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the pack or mortal danger.

His arm tightened around her waist, sweat making his skin slippery as he moved against her. That was when it hit her. He was fighting the change. Trying desperately not to do anything he thought might humiliate her in front of these strangers.

“That’s it, Jarod.” Her words were clipped, choppy as she took the pounding he was giving her, shaking her body with every thrust. “I want the wolf, baby. Let him have me. Let him fuck me as you do.”

Apparently, her little encouragement was all he needed. His cock swelled unbelievably inside her, burning and stretching her along with the rough riding he gave her. Fur rippled along her back and she knew he’d shifted to that middle creature, the one that had so thoroughly fucked her before. His pounding never ceased, but grew in intensity and speed, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Indeed, Belle thought she might die if he stopped, unable to get enough herself. She desperately needed to finger her clit, but the arm clamped around her waist was too strong and no way was she going to break his rhythm now. Her lover knew what she needed. He always had. He wouldn’t make her wait long.

Howling in want, more pack members approached, trying to get to her with hands and mouths. Again, she fought them off with bites and kicks. Jarod swiped at one with a massive, claw-tipped paw, opening large gashes in the closest chest. The man howled in pain and anger, but made no move to approach them again.

When it was certain the pack had gotten the message that neither one of them was in the mood for a gangbang, Jarod urged her to her hands and knees. Thank goodness the floor was relatively clean because Belle knew she’d have done anything he wanted, and she’d hate to have to kick his ass later for making her do the nasty on a nasty floor.

Without breaking stride, Jarod shifted once more, this time to the wolf. Belle wanted to be mortified at the picture she knew they made, but she just couldn’t. This was Jarod. Whatever form he took, however he chose to make love to her, Belle knew she would always welcome his attentions.

As the wolf took over, he fucked her harder and more furiously than ever. Belle lost herself in sensation as she reached between her legs to find her clit. Almost instantly, she came. Stars shot across her vision and her whole body went so weak she trembled with the effort to push back against the great wolf humping her.

With a howl of completion, Jarod pumped her full of his seed, the sticky liquid dribbling down her thighs to land on the floor below. Even as he shot into her, she felt the furry belly at her back vanish, to be replaced by Jarod’s rock-hard body and sweaty skin. He pulled out of her rather quickly for her taste, but, given what had happened the last time, she certainly understood why.

The pack surrounded them, looking for any sign of weakness, but Belle was determined to show none. She was certain Jarod felt the same way. Several of the men started to ease their way forward, but Jarod had had enough.

“One more step, and I swear by God Almighty, I will rip every last one of you to shreds.” His voice was quiet, but one glance back at him and Belle knew he meant every word. The pack must have, too, because they backed off.

“Well, I guess that settles that.” Blondie chuckled. “The bitch will have none other, so she’s yours. Welcome to the pack.”

* * *

Jarod closed his eyes, fighting the need to accept, to belong. No more wondering what the hell was happening to him with every breath. No more
alone
.

Except… “Got to tell you, trying to blow me up, along with my mate, wasn’t the better part of your recruitment strategy, Blondie.”

The big alpha laughed. “Your nose has got some learning to do, wolf. Snorrasan. And yes. We’ve met. You arrested me a few years ago.”

Jarod frowned, trying to pick the face out of his memory. “Bar fight, back when I was a beat cop.”

Snorrasan smiled, though the effect was wolfy at best. “Right. So you know we’re not the ones who tried to blow you up. I don’t think the Russian pack knows you’re onto them. It’s us they were after.”

The world just kept spinning. All the angles refused to make sense. “Why?”

“Simple. Territory. You’ve stumbled into a turf war. Memphis is ours. We don’t know why the Russians are here, either. Yet. But we will. So the question is, cop, whose side are you on?”

Jarod looked down at Belle, who was pulling those FBI sweats back on. “That’s easy.
Mine
.”

Marteeka Karland

 

Erotic romance author by night, Radiology Tech by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She’s been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.

Visit Teeka’s website at
http://MarteekaKarland.com
and her blog at
http://marteekakarland.blogspot.com
. Find more titles by Marteeka at
http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=39
.

 

 

Shelby Morgen

 

Shelby Morgen loves writing offbeat tales that defy as many rules as possible. She likes chocolate with her peanut butter, suspense with her romance, and kink with her sex. She’s always had a hard time keeping science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal from mixing with her kink. Shelby shares her belief in electronic publishing with her longtime friend and partner, Bill, her husband of 30 years. Visit Shelby’s website,
http://ShelbyMorgen.com
, or
http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=21
for her latest releases.

She’s got a neglected blog and a Facebook page, but she doesn’t hang out there much -- the Vampire Wars will suck her in.

 

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