Dance on the Wilde Side: Cannon Pack, Book 2 Page 25

  He feathered kisses and nipped along her shoulder. She pressed against him, melding their bodies together. She copied his actions, nipping when he did, licking when he did, and enjoying the flavor the mix of his sweat and musky odor gave her. She tracked her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and rubbed her tits against him. Knowing he would hold her, she trailed her hand down his back, reveling in the sensation of rippling muscles under her fingers.

  This is the man I’ve always dreamed of. My wild man. My mate.

  When his breathing grew more labored, she knew his release was near and she wanted every drop of him inside her. Tightening her hold on him in every way, she drew him to the brink and pushed him over the edge. He tensed, squeezed her tighter and groaned, thrusting into her harder than he ever had before. Bellowing, he released and burst his seed into her.

  When his shudders finally stopped, she took his face in her hands and met his eyes. “Now, Devlin. Do it again. Make me yours again.”

  He leaned away to look into her eyes. She saw the brown give way to the amber and a joy of realization whipped through her. When he opened his mouth wide, she welcomed the fangs she saw and tilted her head. With a roar, he sank his teeth into the curve between her shoulder and neck, marking her again.

  Instead of crying out, she sighed, delighting in the feel of his fangs breaking through her flesh. Warm stickiness flowed over her shoulder down to the hollow between her breasts. She let loose, letting her wolf take over, and opened her mouth for her fangs to grow. With a small yelp, she released, her final climax shuddering into her and echoing the pain in her neck.

  As one, they slowly slipped to the floor.

  She rested on top of him, eyes shut, letting her breathing even out. Her hair, sweat-dampened, lay spread across his chest and she listened to him, riding the rise and fall of his chest. His arms circled her, making her feel safe. She sighed in contentment and flattened her hands underneath his back.

  I want to stay like this always.

  “Tala?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Will you come with me?”

  I’ll go anywhere with you. Yet instead of voicing the words, she lifted her head to question him. “Where?”

  “To the mountains. To the pack.”

  His dark brown eyes were still flecked with gold, letting her know the animal within him was still stirring. She knew he was asking for more than a mere vacation to the woods. She’d known he would ask her, but had put off thinking about her answer. Could she leave her family? Her work?

  Yet, when she looked into his eyes again, she knew her decision had been made from the first moment she’d met him.

  “When do we leave?”

  He studied her, relief flooding his face. When he saw that she’d seen how relieved he was, he busied himself, playing with an already taut bud. “Is next week good for you?”

  She nibbled at his ear, wanting to hear him groan in pleasure. “I’ll live wherever makes you happy, but continuing my work is important, too.” She paused and held her breath.

  “I know and I’d never take that away from you.”

  She arched an eyebrow and shot him a pointed look. “As if you ever could.”

  He chuckled and she relished the sensation the sound made in his chest. “Yeah. As if.” He pushed a stray strand of her hair out of her face. “We can live in both places. Think of the first-hand experience and knowledge about wolves that you’ll gain when you stay with the pack.”

  “Deal.” She rubbed her breasts against his skin, enjoying the way her nipples felt against his hard chest. “I shifted, you know. All the way.”

  Devlin fondled her breasts and she wiggled her bottom over his crotch. No harm in teasing him a little more. He half-heartedly growled in warning. “Hey, being a shifter gives me extra strength, but even I don’t recover that quickly. You’re going to kill me, woman.”

  “Well, to quote someone near and dear to me, ‘then what a way to die, huh?’” She poked him playfully in the chest. “Seriously, though. You should have seen me in wolf form. I was amazing. And one hot bitch, if I do say so myself.”

  “My bitch.” He stroked her hair, making her wish he’d stroke somewhere lower. “You’re always amazing. And beautiful.”

  “But as a werewolf? Who knew?”

  “I knew.” His hands clamped onto her rump, making her gasp. He pulled her mouth to his and scorched his tongue into her mouth. Warm sweet juices slid between them, swirling around.

  Breaking free of his kiss, she placed her hands on his chest and leaned back, tossing her hair over her shoulders.

  He rained light kisses over her neck. “You know, we’ll have to get up at some point.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Devlin chuckled and kissed the palm of her hand. “Pretty sure. I like making love on the carpet, too. But rug burns are the shits.”

  She giggled, turned his hand around to blaze kisses along the long lifeline of his palm. “Devlin, will you do something for me?”

  “Anything.”

  “Good answer.” Yanking him up, she snatched her robe lying on the chair nearby and tossed him a towel from the laundry basket. Once he’d wrapped it around him, she took his hand. “Come with me, Devlin Cannon.” Pushing open the sliding glass doors, she went to the railing of her balcony.

  His arms slid around her waist, while the towel covering his body tickled her calves. Nuzzling her neck, he skimmed his tongue along her shoulder blade to her already-healing wound, sending a happy shiver down her spine.

  “The scar will be bigger this time.” He continued to lick her, holding her next to him.

  “Do it with me, Devlin.”

  “Uh, I think I already did. Didn’t you notice?”

  She turned and playfully nipped him on his chin. “No, you boob. I want to howl.” She angled her body, smiled at him and lifted her eyebrows in question. When his quiet response came, she altered her gaze, raising her eyes to the creamy moon above them.

  Together, they lifted their heads and howled at the moon.

  About the Author

  Beverly Rae’s witty, sexy, action-packed romances leave readers experiencing a wide range of emotions. As a multi-published author, Beverly is always working on her next book, taking the “usual” and twisting it into the unusual.

  To learn more about Beverly, please visit www.beverlyrae.com. Send her an email at info@beverlyrae.com or join her Yahoo! Group to join in the fun with other readers as well as Beverly: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Beverly_Rae_Fantasies.

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  Now Available:

  Howling for My Baby (A Cannon Pack Romance)

  I Married a Demon

  Magical Mayhem

  To Fat and Back

  Wailing for Love

  Touch Me

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  I Married a Dragon

  Romeo and Juliet never had to worry about being skinned alive

  Howling for My Baby

  © 2009 Beverly Rae

  A Cannon Pack Story

  Sydney Skeller’s father is spitting bullets over her reluctance to join the family business as a shifter hunter. The last thing Daddy needs to know is why—she yearns for a lover who’s man enough for a relationship but animal enough to give her the wild ride of her dreams. After a treadmill mishap lands her in a tangled heap with Jason Cannon, she wonders if she’s finally found her beast, er, man. One session in bed and one bite later, she’s sure. Now if only she can keep her father from mounting Jason’s head on a wall…

  Jason is all man on the surface, but wolf shifter down to the bone. He’s more than ready to stop “playing the pack” and find his one true mate, and Sydney of the luscious curves is the woman of his dreams. Finding out that she comes from a family sworn to eradicate his kind isn’t a deal-breaker. But her outrageous plan for him to masquerade as the wolf in hunter’s clothing, right under her father’s very nose, could be asking more than he ever expected to g
ive.

  Warning: Readers, be aware of stranger side effects. These side effects may include but aren’t limited to biting strangers, asking furry strangers to bite you, purposely falling off treadmills to collide with handsome strangers, enjoying hot sex with wild strangers, and baying at the moon to meet other moon-influenced strangers. If you notice any of these side effects, contact the author immediately. You may be in her next book!

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Howling for My Baby:

  Benjy whipped out a cosmetic mirror and checked his reflection. “Jason, dog, what’s up with you? You’ve been in a foul mood all day.”

  Jason groaned every time he thought about last night. The girl he’d hooked up with had barfed all over his bed. He’d cleaned her up and gotten her home safe and sound, but the bar thing was getting old. Besides, he was fed up with those when-will-you-stop-bringing-home-a-bimbo scowls from the maid. Maybe he should sell his condo and retire to his pack home in the mountains—with or without a mate.

  Not for the first time, he wondered what it would be like to have a permanent woman, his destined mate, in his life. The one who could talk to him, laugh with him—and give him a wild ride in bed. He let his mind wander to the curly-headed woman of his dreams and knew with absolute certainty he’d recognize her when they met. But with the pack’s personal fitness business finally taking off, who had the time to search for Ms. Right?

  “When are you going to admit you prefer me over some miniskirt-wearing, silicone-injected bitch?” Benjy sidled closer.

  Jason shoved him away. Annoyed when two men coming out of the gym snickered, he gagged on his coffee. “Damn it, man, if you weren’t the best accountant the pack has, I’d wrap a choke collar around your neck so tight you’d have to breathe through your ass.”

  “Oooh, goody.” Benjy ran his eyes down his frame. “You like it rough, huh, Jay-Jay?”

  “I promise you, you shit, if you don’t at least try to act normal, I’m going to tear your heart out.”

  “Gay is normal, you politically incorrect beast.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. Idiot here.” Yet when Benjy tried to hug him in a gesture of forgiveness, he jumped out of reach. “But you know what I mean. And don’t call me Jay-Jay.”

  “What you mean is…you want me to act like a straight man, right? Okay, if that’s what my hunky macho leader wants, that’s what my hunky macho leader gets.” Benjy pulled his tangerine polo shirt out of his perfectly ironed khakis, ruffled his hair, and slouched. Shoving his thumbs into his pockets, he sauntered ahead of Jason and deepened his voice. “How’s this, dude?”

  Jason laughed and followed his friend through the automatic sliding doors of the gym. “You’re acting like John Wayne on hormone replacement therapy. Yet, as sad as your act is, it’s still an improvement. Keep it up.”

  “Urgh, you beast.” Benjy rolled his eyes, returned to his usual perfectly put-together self and let Jason lead the way to the office. They quickly located the gym’s newest manager.

  “Steve Wilson? I’m Jason Cannon and this is Benjy Boudoir. Welcome to the company. I believe the previous manager, Rob Manger, told you we’d be stopping by?”

  “Yes, sir, Mr. Manger told me.” Steve offered his hand to first Jason, then Benjy. “I’m very happy to be one of the team.”

  After shaking hands, they followed Steve into the office.

  Steve took a seat in front of a computer resting on a mahogany desk and pulled up the gym’s financial records. “Before he left, Mr. Manger filled me in on what reports you’d need. I compiled everything into this software for easier viewing.” Spinning around to face them, he frowned, the lines furrowing his forehead making the twenty-five year-old appear ten years older. “I keep an excellent record of all transactions.”

  Jason patted him on the shoulder, both to reassure him and to nudge him out of the chair. He motioned to Benjy to take his place. “I’m sure you do. This is simply a routine check and nothing for you to worry about.”

  Benjy’s fingers flew over the keyboard. “Now if you two will excuse me, I’ll put on my accountant’s hat and play with some numbers. Although I’d much rather play with somebody else’s numbers.” He winked at Steve, causing the young man to stumble sideways in his haste to put distance between them.

  “Uh, would you like to look around while Mr. Boudoir goes over the records?” Steve moved toward the door, ready, willing and obviously anxious to get away from Benjy.

  Jason gestured for Steve to exit first. “Lead the way.” He followed the eager manager around the outskirts of the workout area, letting him drone on about the new equipment. But his mind couldn’t concentrate on the young man’s words. Instead, his thoughts kept drifting to last night’s dream. Clearer than ever before, he’d seen a picture-perfect image of the woman with brown hair with red highlights. What’s more, he’d heard her howl—hearing the call within his heart along with his dream, and he knew what it meant. His mate was close.

  “Sir, we’re coming around to the treadmill area. We’ve added several rows of treadmills because those are our most popular machines. They’re the best in the industry with programmable settings…”

  Jason stopped behind one of the whirring machines, missing the rest of the manager’s description. A woman clad in black bike shorts and a neon pink workout top ran on the belt, her short curly hair glinting copper fire from the bright lights above her. He tilted his head to one side and examined the full roundness of her bottom. Now there’s a target any man would want to aim his shaft at. I do like the junk in her trunk.

  Suddenly, she twisted toward him and their gazes met and held. Her mouth dropped open in surprise.

  “Hey, sweetheart, you’d better watch out—”

  Her big beautiful eyes grew large and she let out a yelp. In one awkward motion, her feet flew out from under her and she crashed on her side on the still-moving belt. She slid with the conveyor, headed quickly toward the end, and slammed into his legs.

  “Argh!” Jason went down hard, landing on top of the woman, whose upper torso bumped up and down with the off-center glide of the belt. Yet, even though she pushed on his chest to get him off her, he couldn’t help but enjoy the soft pressure of her breasts against him.

  “Ow! This thing’s got me!”

  The panic on her face erased the lust-filled ideas spreading through his body and mind. Gripping her bra-like top, he pulled her off the treadmill. Or at least he attempted to. Trying to ignore the spectacular view of her ample cleavage, he peeked behind her. “Shit. The back of your top’s caught in the mechanism.” He looked around to see where the young manager was. “Steve, don’t just stand there. Turn this thing off.”

  Steve scrambled past them to the control panel and pushed the red emergency button. Amazingly, the treadmill continued to run. “I can’t get it to stop. Hang on while I get in front and pull the plug.”

  “Hurry! It hurts!”

  Frightened eyes captured Jason and he could think of only one thing to do. Shifting enough to change his fingernails into claws, he punctured through the fabric of her workout top and pulled. The garment ripped, tearing away from her body, and the woman screamed louder. Freed from the monster machine, Jason and the woman scrambled apart. She clutched her arms in front of her generous breasts while he tried not to gawk in wonder. Stare, hell, yes—but not gawk.

  “Are you crazy?”

  She stood, arms crossed, protecting precious little of her chest—How lucky can a man get?—and glared at the crowd surrounding them. Several men whistled and hooted, bumping against each other for a better view of the half-naked woman.

  “Why are you yelling at me? I helped you, remember?” He licked his lips and tried to keep his focus on her face. Her mouth worked, searching for the right words and giving him time to notice the fullness of her lips.

  “Give me your shirt, you jerk.” She widened her eyes more, indicating the people around them. “Right now.”

  Quickly, he whipped off his denim sh
irt and held it out to her, silently chastising himself for not thinking of it first. Holding it open, he held it in front of her, hoping to shield her from not only his wandering eyes, but the rest of the club’s patrons. She inched closer to grab the shirt. With a final scowl at him, she dashed for the locker rooms.

  “I got it!”

  Jason turned to Steve, who stood holding the power cord high like an Olympic gold medal. At last, the treadmill ground to a stop. “Great, man. Good work.” The memory of luscious breasts tickled his mind, yet he couldn’t let go of the sight of her angry eyes.

  Turning to stare after her, he knew he’d found his mate.

  Nitro? Meet glycerin…

  Biting Nixie

  © 2009 Mary Hughes

  A Biting Love Story

  Punk musician Nixie Schmeling is a hundred pounds of Attitude who spells authority a-n-c-h-o-r and thinks buying insurance is just one more step toward death. So she really feels played when she’s “volunteered” to run the town’s first annual fundraising festival. Especially when she finds out it’s to pay for a heavy-hitting, suit-wearing lawyer—who’s six-feet-plus of black-haired, blue-eyed sex on a stick.

  Attorney Julian Emerson learned centuries ago that the only way to contain his dangerous nature is to stay buttoned up. He’s come from Boston to defend the town from a shady group of suits…and an even shadier gang of vampires. But his biggest problem is Nixie, who shreds his self-control.

  Nixie doesn’t get why the faphead shyster doesn’t understand her. Julian wishes Nixie would speak a known language…like Sanskrit. Even if they manage to foil the bloodthirsty gang, what future is there for a tiny punk rocker and a blue-blooded skyscraper?

  And that’s before Nixie finds out Julian’s a vampire…

  Warning: Contains more eye-popping sex, ear-popping language and gut-popping laughs than can possibly be good for you. And vampires. Not sippy-neck wimps, but burning beacons of raw sexuality—this means passionate blood-heating, violent bloodletting, and fangy bloodsucking. Oh, and cheese balls. Those things are just scary.