Werewulf Journals 2: Trolling for Love (30 page)

That was all she needed. Her neck arched, head fell back as she bucked and howled under him, coming so hard her spine bowed. Arms giving way, she fell to the ground, limp and satiated. Stuffed full of Hunter’s cock and cum, she was content to drowse in the warm, loving afterglow as tremors of residual sensory shocks pulsed in her vagina.

In one of his lightning fast shifts, Hunter returned to skin form, still buried deep in her wet heat. For once, he didn’t move, didn’t roll to the side to take his weight from her. She knew why he remained. Pinned under his enormous mass, she was covered, clothed by his love -- safe and sheltered.

Vaguely, she heard Lachlan’s voice raised to the gathered witnesses. “The Breed bitch Melody McCallum has been claimed, bonded and mated. She is pack! Her cub is pack! Let’s party!”

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Left behind, the two mated lovers continued to hold and caress each other, content to bask in the security of their newly recognized bond. Melody listened as the crowd howled with joy and laughter. The ones not already in fur flashed into form and ran for the woods, gamboling as puppies let loose from training. Baying and barking, the pack’s young followed their elders, eager to celebrate the once-in-a-lifetime event of an Alpha’s true-bond mating.

“You okay?” Hunter asked, voice husky with the emotions still coursing through both of them.

“Never better ... and I mean that in every sense of the word!” She giggled softly, waggling her eyebrows, settling more comfortably in her mate’s embrace.

Hunter chuckled, nuzzled into her neck and inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his nostrils. “You smell like me, bitch.” He sighed happily. His big hand wiggled beneath her to splay across her belly, where his sperm remained trapped. “Now, we’re official ... and I believe I just planted Blair’s sibling here.”

She covered his hand with hers, entwined her fingers with his. “I know. I can ... sense the new life!”

He wrapped his arms around her dark brown body, hugging the ample curves of her, pumping slowing as his cock grew and hardened inside her. “By the Moon, I love you, Mrs.

McCallum. You’re mine ... every big, beautiful black inch of you. My sweet bitch and no other’s. At least, you’re mine until all the folk return for the loyalty ceremony.”

She reared up as far as she could under his pinning weight. “But I can dress for that, right?”

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Hunter laughed. “Please dress. I don’t want to have to kill any intemperate wulves on my wedding day.”

Melody mustered up strength enough to turn her head, and press soft kisses to his cheek and to the curve of his neck. One hand slipped down to where they joined -- his thick white cock embedded in her dark hair-covered folds. “Don’t worry, babe. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I’m yours,” she confirmed, joyously, all doubts eternally gone. “Yours officially forever ...”

Camille Anthony

Camille Anthony is a pseudonym for the author who lives in the beautifully wild Low Country of South Carolina. She is a transplant from Sunny California. A fertile imagination and a love of romance fuels her writing, which she has been doing since grade school. Her favorite stories are those of strong, honorable people -- whatever the race, or planet of origin

-- who are driven by love and lust to find and hold that one special someone. She likes her heroines feisty, her heroes dominant and her passion red hot!

She loves to hear from her readers. Your comments and suggestions are appreciated.

Visit Camille on the Web at www.camilleanthony.com or e-mail her at [email protected].

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Read on for a tantalizing glimpse of

Blood Kiss

by Mechele Armstrong

Available Now from Loose Id

Blood Kiss

Nick turned over in his bed, tangling one muscular leg in the covers. He groaned, sweat beading on his body.

She ran a finger down his chest as she curled up to him, her touch feather light. His chest burned as if she'd dragged a hot iron down him. He hardened, his cock aching for her touch.

“Hello, lover,” she whispered, her voice throaty. Had the sirens sounded like that to the sailors? He shivered, knowing he'd willingly let her take him to his death.

“Hello,” he moaned, fisting a hand in her hair, red silk against his fingers.

Their mouths joined in combustion. Her tongue sliding against his ignited his whole hot body.

While the first hand stroked her hair, Nick's other hand came up to palm her breast.

He stroked a nipple, pebbling it.

She rubbed herself like a cat against him, almost like she marked him as her own. And he reveled in it, attempting to get as close to her as he could.

Her hand reached down to stroke along his cock. Mere caresses from her fingers, and he arched into her hand ready to spill.

He turned her over, his hand on her slim waist. “I need you now. Need to be inside you.”

She didn't answer, but opened her legs to welcome him.

He thrust and almost came undone at the sensations of filling her. So slick. So inviting.

So his. Like she'd been made for him. Who could this woman be? To do this to him. Make him about to spill like an untried boy.

Nick rocked himself against her. She took him as deeply as he could thrust, her body so warm and perfectly fitting.

His release approached. It hadn't been enough, not nearly enough loving her, but he couldn't hold it back.

Her arousal changed. From desire to unease. She studied him as if somehow puzzling him out.

Marcus's presence smacked him like a slingshot.

“What the hell?” Nick mumbled, sitting up in bed. His covers entangled his legs and hips. Sweat covered him, cooling in the air.

What the hell had happened?

The woman. From the funeral. He'd dreamed about her. Having sex. Then, Marcus's spirit had invaded. How could that be?

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Nick sent out his feelers in every direction. Nothing. He had no sense of Marcus. Like it had been since he'd arrived in town. Yet in that dream, the connection had been clear.

He lay back in his bed. Too early to hunt. He didn't feel like going out in the day unless he had to. Made him too uncomfortable, and his powers lost strength.

This woman lit his passion like no one ever had. His cock, which had gone back to half-hardened, hardened fully. He palmed himself, seeking to ease it. How could it be possible to want someone so badly he'd only seen once and would probably never see again?

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Blood Kiss

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Mechele Armstrong’s enticing prose and head-strong characters make this vampire novel stand out from the rest. Witty repartee, genuine emotion and plenty of delicious sex simmer throughout every page of this novel. Blood Kiss is paranormal erotic romance at its best!

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