(Also released as: Fertile and Willing for the Werewolf)
Jade Bleu
Paranormal-Shifter / Breeding-Unprotected Creampie / Rough Penetration
Marked and bred to sate a werewolf’s mating lust! I had no idea that the wolf who’d been sniffing around the cabin had sensed that I was desperate for a man’s touch—and that I was fertile and ready to be taken. But all that was about to change when the wolf turned into a man, a hot, gorgeous man with an animal’s unyielding, unforgiving needs.
Excerpt:
He leaned in and sniffed my neck, a groan rumbling deep in
his chest, and he ran his hands over my back and down to cup my ass. I couldn’t
pretend my body didn’t respond. I felt my clit jolt awake with a hot, needy
throb.
“I know what you need,” he said, “and leaving isn’t it. I’m
going to give you what you crave right now—along with so much more.”
I didn’t get a chance to ask about the more part, because
his fangs were lengthening as he spoke. He grabbed me and bit down on my
shoulder, and I screamed. The pain was exquisite, sharp and fiery, and it
washed over into the wildest arousal I’d ever felt. Leaving here to go home could
get fucked. History lectures could get fucked. In that moment, everything in my
entire life could get fucked—as long as I did too. Right then and there.
I clutched at his shoulders and ground myself against that
hard cock, and he pulled away with a shudder. He pushed me onto the bank of the
creek, got me down on all fours, and mounted my backside. He prodded my damp pussy
with that wide cockhead. With a grunt, he shoved himself in, burying to the
root, fucked my cunt doggy style. He slapped my ass hard over and over, his wet
hand sliding over my dripping cheeks, while he fucked me.
“I’m going to fuck you pregnant,” he said, thrusting harder.
“You’re my bitch, Rachel. My breeding mate.”
“What?” I twisted around to look back at him, but when he
reached beneath me with both hands, one to pinch my nipples, the other to
squeeze my clit, I arched and cried out. “Oh god, Bruce.” I remembered his name
now. His cock had a clarifying affect. “Harder.”
He thrust harder, his balls slapping against my clit. “I smell
how ready you are,” he said, his words broken up between pounding strokes. “How
bad you want it. I smelled that you were fertile for me the minute I walked
into that bar.”
This news should have unsettled me. Hell, it should have had
me running for my life. But I couldn’t, because he was right. He’d marked me with
his fangs and branded me with his long, thick rod, and I was his now. All I
wanted was that cock to ram me hard, shooting me full of his seed.
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