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Their eyes locked on one another, the air around Greg seemed to shimmer for a moment, and then suddenly, a large, silver-grey wolf stood where he had been.  Belle stifled a cry.  He
padded up the stairs and stood a few feet away from her.  The wolf cocked his head, and Belle laughed shakily.  “Okay, yes.  I see.  I believe you.” 

The wolf yipped, and sat down facing her.  The air shimmered again, and then suddenly Greg was standing before her again, in all his glory. 

“Uh,” Belle murmured, turning her face away slightly, “I’m not going to be able to focus if you sit down like that.”

“Pity,” Greg replied, shaking his head.  He walked back down the stairs, offering Belle a fantastic view of his gorgeous, tight ass, and grabbed his clothing. As he pulled it on, he began talking again.
“So.  Now you know.”

“Yes,” she laughed in amazement.  “I guess I do.”  Frowning, she asked, “But… this still doesn’t explain last night.  Why did you…” she stopped as the memory of her shame and sadness flooded back. 

“Belle, my darling.” He was at her side now, her hands in his. “I needed you to know.  To consent.  I’ve had lovers before, and of course, no one ever knew who I really was. But you… you are not just my lover.  I want you to be my mate.”

“Your mate?” she repeated, her heart pounding.

“The day I came here to look at buying my grandmother’s property, I could
sense
you. I knew you – my mate – were somewhere close.  Just as Nana had predicted.  I tracked you down by scent, to the bar.  As soon as I saw you, I knew.”

Belle thought back to that day. “I remember,” she breathed.  I felt something for you, too.”  She giggled.  “I thought it was just because you were unbearably hot.”

He looked at her archly, and they both laughed.  “My God, you’re so beautiful, Belle,” he said, gazing down at her.  “It’s taken everything I’ve had not to take you and ravage you, with or without your consent.  Believe me when I tell you, I’ve shown unbelievable restraint where you’re concerned.” He reached up a hand and cupped her chin softly, then moved to brush a strand of hair tenderly back from her face. 

Belle blinked, suddenly realizing something.  “But… if you could sense me, and if I could sense you… does that mean that I’m a…
shifter
… too?”

“I don’t know if you have the capacity to shift.  I think you would know by now, but I’m not sure.  What does seem certain, though, is that you have some sort of shifter relative, one or more ancestors who were part of the shifter community that used to exist here.”

“Then, our bodies really are calling to each other? We haven’t been imagining it?” she breathed.  Her hormones were blaring at her to open herself to him, this man who was her mate.

“No, we haven’t been imagining anything.  I think, in the truest sense of the
word, that you and I were meant for each other.” He bent closer to her, and whispered, his hot breath against her ear. “But I need to hear you say yes before I take you.”

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned as his breath caressed her skin.

“I can’t wait one moment longer,” he growled, and his mouth swooped down to cover hers possessively.  His kiss was hard, demanding, and she opened herself fully to it, tangling her tongue with his. His hands went around her, pulling her to him, pressing her softness against his hardness.  With a groan, he tore his mouth from hers and moved to her throat, his teeth nipping at her skin. “Christ, Belle, you’re so sexy, so alive.  Your skin, the smell of it, it drives me wild.”  Her arms wound around his neck as his mouth and tongue bit, explored, demanded.  His mouth moved down her blazing skin to her breasts, and she cried out with need and arched up, needing to feel his tongue on her hard, waiting nipples. 

He licked and nipped at the taut buds, first one, then the other, as she whimpered and writhed against his mouth.  She ached with need to have him inside her, pounding her, breaking her, taking her as hard and as completely as possible. Her panties were drenched, her core a throbbing ache that demanded release. Suddenly, she was in his arms, and he was opening her front door and carrying her into the house.  Without being told where her bedroom was, he went directly to it and laid her on the bed.  He pulled her dress over her head and grabbed her thong, ripping it in half effortlessly.  Staring for a moment at her naked body, he panted with desire,
then knelt on the bed.  He spread her legs wide, and then his tongue was between her thighs, licking at the soft flesh, teasing her inches from her dripping pussy.  She fought the urge to scream in desperation.  She needed,
needed
his tongue on her, needed him to give her relief from this unbearable ache.  “Please!” she begged in a strangled voice.  She felt as though she was going insane.  Her hands clutched wildly at the sheets as she pulled herself toward him, willing him to lick her with his hot tongue. 

With a savage growl, he looked up at her.  “Mine,” his voice rumbled.  “You are mine. I’m taking you.” She looked deep into his savage eyes.  “Yes,” she urged.  “Do it. 
Now!”

His tongue slid possessively into her sensitive folds, plunging deeply inside her.  He licked and sucked her juices as she cried out in pleasure.  Taking possession of her clit, he lapped at her as she screamed and bucked against him.  It was though he was delving ever deeper inside her, taking all of her, leaving not one inch of her unpossessed.  Again, his tongue plunged inside her, deeper and deeper, as she emitted wild animal cries and fisted her fingers in his hair.  The part of her that he had awakened the night before returned again, and she lost all sense of herself, all sense of time and reality, existing only here, now: his mouth, her pussy, her pleasure.  She thrashed against the bed as he took her clit between his lips, sucking and needing while his hot tongue flicked and licked her. Her body began to shake, and she felt herself ready to come apart.  Her muscles clenched, and he pushed her over the edge with a final swipe of his tongue as her orgasm struck her full force.  She screamed as her climax pounded through her, calling his name over and over as he continued to lick her, relishing in the cream that poured forth from her in her ecstasy. 

As she slowly began to regain her senses, she felt Greg’s arms around her, flipping her over onto her hands and knees.  Her swollen pussy felt the heat of his head pushing against her folds, and suddenly she was all aflame again.  Something animal in her took over and she slipped from his grasp, pushing him into a standing position. She went to her knees, her mouth even with his magnificent cock.  Her heart thundered as she took him in her mouth.  His hands went to her hair as she licked the velvet head of his cock, entranced by the delicious, salty taste of him. She lapped at the precum oozing from his tip, then wrapped her lips around him and took as much of his shaft inside her as she could.  Her hand curled around his base as she bobbed down on him, stroking him with her tongue, then back up, laving his head.  A low, guttural moan escaped him as she began to suck him, pumping as his hips thrust against her.  His breathing was ragged as he groaned, “Oh, fuck, yes, Belle, oh, that’s so good!”  His cock grew larger inside her mouth, and she knew he was getting close to the point of no return.  His body tensed, and he pulled her mouth off him.  “I want to take you.  You’re mine.”

He pushed her back down on her hands and knees, spreading her legs with his hands.  Again, his hot, velvety head pushed against her folds and she spread her legs, needing him inside her.  With a feral growl, his head penetrated her folds.  He did not go slowly, but plunged deep inside her with a violence that made her gasp.  He buried himself inside her wetness, grabbing her hips to pull her to him as he thrust again and again. She cried out in satisfaction as he filled her completely.  He took her again and again, each pump taking her harder than the last, his balls slapping against her shapely ass.  Their mating became feral, desperate, as she slammed her hips back to meet his strokes.  Their bodies rocked in time, joining in an eternal dance that carried them higher and higher with each thrust.

Belle felt her climax building, and a scream tore through her as she came a second time.  Her insides clenched against Greg’s cock, pumping him, milking him.  With a cry, his mouth was on her neck, biting her as he thrust, and then, with one final pump, he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his hot cream as he shouted her name.  His cry was long, victorious, as he possessed her fully, coating her insides with his seed. 

They remained that way, panting, for a time, and then Greg took her in his arms.  Still inside her, he lowered them both on the bed, him on top of her.  “You are mine,” he growl-whispered, kissing and licking her neck as they lay there.

“I’m yours,” she agreed, snuggling against him. There was nothing more to be said; it was true.  Everything else was unimportant.  She was taken, mated, by her alpha.

Forever.
 

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His voice traced a path down my stomach to my core. I had never been in the presence of sex on wheels befo
re, but this was definitely it.

"You look a long way from home, little girl," he purred, and to
ok a swig of his drink. "Are you sure you wanna play in the big pool?"

His eyes went straight to my tank top, and his lip curled in a slight smile. I smiled self-consciously and willed myse
lf not to sound like an idiot.

"My name's Jen," I said, since it
seemed like the safest thing.

"Smoke," he replied.
Smoke, like his smoky, velvety voice. "You sure you ready for this, Jen?" he asked again.

"Ready for what?"
I stammered.

"For what you're signing up for.
Or are you just a tourist?" he asked, grinning.

Smoke stepped closer to me. His musky scent filled my nose; my lips parted involuntarily. The raw masculinity of this guy was intoxicating. Everything about him said power. None of the guys I had ever been with had affected me this way. He flashed a smile and I felt my eyes half-close in anticipation. I couldn't think about anything except what it would feel like if he kissed me. I glanced over at Kara again. Her guy had her back against the wall now, and he towered over her as she smi
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I looked up at Smoke and said bravely, "I'm up for whatever you have in mind." He grinned, and sai
d sardonically: "Are you now?"

In truth, I was terrified, but also terribly excited. All my nerve endings were on edge; I felt alive, really alive,
for the first time in forever.

Smoke laughed, a deep, rumble in his throat, and wrapped one strong arm around me. Pulling me to him harshly, his mouth came down on mine. The smell of his leather mixed with the whiskey taste of him, and I opened my mouth willingly to his probing tongue. A little moan escaped me as he pressed me against him, possessing me with his mouth as
his whiskers punished my face.

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