Wolves' Bane (The Order of the Wolf, #3)(92)
He slid his arms around her hips, tugging her down to crush against his chest. “Is that a no, Morgan?” He teased her lips, his tongue darting out to trace the slit of her mouth.
She moaned into him as he moved his hands to grasp her ass and then wedge her up, pulling her legs apart to straddle him.
“No?” he whispered as he tore away the sheet that separated them, yanking it out from under her as he rolled her onto her back.
She pressed her naked breasts to his chest, her nipples hard against his flesh. She closed her eyes and groaned as he nudged the head of his cock against her cleft, rubbing along the hard nub of her clit. “No?” he teased before lowering his head to her breasts, licking her puckered nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She arched up, her body writhing beneath him as he flicked and licked and grazed her nipple with his teeth.
He released it from his mouth and moved to pay the other breast the same attention. She bucked her hips, urging him to enter her, but he held himself back, content to tease a little longer. As he clasped her other nipple between his lips, Cal gazed up at her, surprised to find her staring back, her eyes fixated on his, hooded with her desire.
“If I say yes, will you stop torturing me?”
“No,” he said with a smile. “But I will make you very, very happy.”
Her expression flashed with lust as she tilted her head back and moaned. “Fine, yes, yes, yes. I’ll hunt with you, okay?”
Cal’s smile widened as he gave one long lick to her nipple and simultaneously slid his cock to the hilt. She cried out as he pumped vigorously, sending her over the edge moments after entering her, her sheath clenching so tightly, spasming so relentlessly, that his orgasm exploded over him quite unexpectedly.
As he rode her, thrusting his cock until he’d wrung every last spasm out of her, Cal couldn’t help but think how fate had twisted his life so far from what he’d expected, and yet he knew this was where he was meant to be.
With his Huntress, for eternity.
About the Author
Every day is Halloween for author Angela Addams. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela spends most of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios.
She is an avid tattoo collector, a total book hoarder and loves anything covered in chocolate…except for bugs.
She lives in Ontario, Canada in an old, creaky house, with her loving husband and children.
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Look for these titles by Angela Addams
Now Available:
The Order of the Wolf
Cursed
Wolf Slayer
Wolves’ Bane
Coming Soon:
Spell Weaver
She would have made his next breath his last, if he hadn’t stolen hers.
Wolf Slayer
? 2014 Angela Addams
The Order of the Wolf, Book 2
Aubrey Devlin thought she had a destiny—to become a Huntress, be mated to a Hunter, and spend her life in everlasting, werewolf ass-kicking bliss. But after years of honing her wolf-slaying skills, it’s her twin sister who’s chosen for the coveted honor.
Swallowing her disappointment, she takes a job as head of security for the band Riot. Staying professional is tough when it comes to the band’s sex-god bassist, an alpha bad-boy to the extreme. She will keep her mind on her work—as soon as she figures out how to stop drooling over the man.
Jaylon isn’t good with women—especially those with the ability to kill him—yet he knows without a doubt Aubrey is his mate. Now if only he can get the stubborn woman to fall for him.
One argument too many, and instead of clawing each other’s eyes out, they wind up clawing each other’s clothes off. It’s then that Jaylon realizes the truth: Aubrey is a true Huntress. He’d better find a way to claim his mate before a Hunter claims her first…
Warning: Sexually explicit (like ripping-clothes-off, sex-in-public-places explicit) language. Rock-star bad-ass with long hair and a wicked bite. A take-no-crap huntress who bites back. You are encouraged to lick, suck, and devour your way through this tasty treat in one sitting—just be aware you might be hungry for more.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Wolf Slayer:
Even though she’d grown up almost completely isolated and totally devoted to training, Aubrey hadn’t been without amenities most modern families had. She knew who Riot was. She even kinda liked their music. Hard, loud, dirty. Many of their songs were on her training playlist. It was the right kind of music for a little beast ass-kicking.
It all seemed too good to be true and as her dad always said, if it was looked too good, then it probably was. She’d accepted the job, of course. The pay was outstanding, but her instincts were on high alert.
Standing on the outside of the door to the world’s biggest mansion—or at least, the biggest she’d ever seen—she couldn’t help but feel like she might be getting in over her head. Wolves were one thing, but screaming, groping, obsessed fans were something Aubrey had no experience with.