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Wicked Wednesday: Remus by Gale Stanley #GayRomance #LGBT #shifters #werewolves @GaleStanley

Ray has always been a little wild in bed but can Jared handle his animal tendencies?


Remus (Watchdogs 2)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Length: Length

Ex-hitman Ray Miller got immunity in exchange for testifying against Sarge, his former handler. Grateful for the second chance, Ray and his lover Jared open their own P.I. agency and call it Watchdogs. But their happily ever after doesn’t last long.

Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and Jared when their enemy is a wolf?

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Cupping Jared’s face, Ray kissed him so deeply that he felt like they were sharing the same breath. Before Jared, he had never enjoyed kissing. Now he couldn’t get enough.

Jared’s erection pressed hard against Ray’s, lighting a spark that set him on fire. Blood raced through his veins to his cock. He murmured against Jared’s lips. “I promised you a blowjob.”

Ray moved between Jared’s legs. He pushed them up until the soles of Jared’s feet rested flat on the mattress. Nuzzling the crease between calf and thigh, Ray nipped at the flesh, until he reached Jared’s red, swollen cock. He used his tongue to leave a wet trail along the vein running the length of Jared’s shaft. When he reached the tip, he swirled his tongue around the head and tasted precum. “Mmm, love the way you taste.”

Jared groaned. “Suck. I’ll give you lots more.”

That was all the urging that Ray needed. Gripping the base, he started sucking on the crown. He slid his lips down the shaft, and then back up. Down, up, down, up, until he swallowed Jared’s length. Jared’s fat cock hit the back of his throat and his muscles squeezed hard.

“Oh fuck.” Jared’s hips bucked. “God, that feels so fucking good.” He pulled on Ray’s hair to guide his movements.

Ray loved the encouragement. He sucked harder and worked Jared’s cock relentlessly, humming around the mouthful of flesh.

“Yes, yes, yes! Just like that. Use your tongue.” Jared started fucking Ray’s mouth in earnest, his hips jerking wildly. “Oh, fuck.” Jared cried out as he exploded in Ray’s mouth.

Ray sucked until he swallowed Jared’s last drop. Finally, he released Jared’s cock and lay on top of him.

“Give me a taste.” Jared begged. His mouth ravaged Ray’s, forcing his lips open with his thrusting tongue. “Yummy.” He gave Ray one last kiss. “Want to fuck me?”

Ray ground his hard dick against Jared’s groin. “What do you think?”


Throwback Thursday: Gatos by Lia Connor #Paranormal #bisexual #interracial #shifters #MultiplePartners #TBT

Catkind — they’re rough, they’re tough and they don’t take no for an answer.


Gatos (Cat O' Nines) (Box Set)

Cover Artist: Renee George
Length: Box Set

Catkind — they’re rough, they’re tough and they don’t take no for an answer. But who’d want to say no? Not Gabriella, a barmaid in a tiny roadhouse named Gatos near the Mexican border. Nor her sister Marnie. With his sisters carried off by the Catkind, Tony’s left to run Gatos, but he won’t be alone — a couple of misfit “alley cats” have joined forces with Tony.

Lucia’s a party girl with two hot, hunky Catkind on her trail. Orion, a white Tiger, and Jomei, a Bengal, are royalty among the Catkind. They’re about to learn Lucia’s much more than a pretty face. When the four Gatos siblings return with their Catkind mates for a final showdown against their nemesis, Anuetta thinks she’s got these tigers by their tails, but she doesn’t count on the mighty strength of the Gatos family. The line’s been drawn in the ashes, and the claws are out!

This collection contains the previously released novellas in the Cat O’Nines collection: Cat’s ClawsCat’s EyeCat’s CradleCat’s Meow, and Cat’s Paw.


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Copyright ©2010 Lia Connor

“So there I am, standing in the middle of the street, screaming at him en Espanol. I’m calling him things our abuela would turn over in her grave to hear me say. And then she’d wash my mouth out with soap.”

“Lucia, when are you going to learn?” Gabriella unlocked the door to Gatos‘ cold storage unit. “You stay away from men like him. They’re trouble.”

Lucia, her sister, had the fire of a Roman candle and a temper to match. She jammed her hands on her hips in indignation. “Like you have room to talk,” she shot back.

“I do. Do you see me getting tangled up with any troublemakers like him?” She yanked open the door, and cold air escaped with a whoosh. “Uh-uh. Oh, that’s good.” Gabriella closed her eyes and swayed in bliss. It was a gorgeous day outside in the shabby outskirts of San Miguel, the sky pure blue and the horizon clear for miles. Which meant it was hot enough to suit the devil himself, especially back in the warehouse. She let herself enjoy the cool air coming from the cold storage unit for a moment, then got back to business. She nudged the handcart. “Come on, you take one crate and I’ll take the other.”

“We shouldn’t roll out a keg?”

“If you think you can manhandle a keg in heat like this, dolly or no dolly, you’re welcome to try. Grab a case for now. Tony can get the rest later.” Gabriella sized up the hefty crate stamped with the Moctezuma Brewery logo. Nothing tasted as good or as rich as their cervesa. Moctezuma was why locals bothered traveling to her tiny, out-of-the-way bar. If the brew master hadn’t been a friend of her brother Tony, no way she’d have gotten her mitts on any of their goods. “Come on, Lucia, put your back into it.”

Lucia pouted briefly before bending and lifting the crate. Tendons stood out in her neck from the effort as she wrestled a heavy crate onto the dolly. “We need some strong young stud for this.”

“And there you go again, thinking about men,” Gabriella chided. “I’m not saying I wouldn’t like to have a strong young thing around, especially if he’s hot, eh? I’m saying we can get by fine without one. You seem to think that’s a mortal sin, which is why I’m listening to you pitch a fit in the street.” She tempered the sting of her words with the fondness of her tone.

Gabriella shut the door to the cold storage unit and clicked the padlock back in place before taking the handle of the dolly. Oof. She had to admit, the crates were terribly heavy. Together they headed back to the main room of Gatos, the tiny tumbledown bar that had been their sole legacy from their mother.

Not exactly a rich and abundant inheritance. Ah, well, Mama had tried.

Lucia was still stuck back on Gabriella’s opinions. “You’re telling me if a man like Roger came on to you, you’d say no? He looked so pretty.” She swung around to walk backwards. “Those cornflower blue eyes and his soft golden hair. Like a prince out of a fairytale.” Her pleading turned wicked. “And good in bed? He was a devil when it came to loving me.”

“And how many other women at the same time?” Gabriella bumped open the swinging kitchen door. “Would I say no to a man like Roger? Hell, no, I wouldn’t. But…”

Lucia rolled her eyes.

“But,” Gabriella went on, not letting Lucia’s scorn stop her, “I’d say yes long enough to enjoy his body. If he’s as good as you say, I’d have fun with him for a few days then send him packing. No harm, no foul, and no broken heart that needs someone to sweep up the pieces.”

Lucia scoffed. “You wouldn’t know how to let your hair down if someone gave you a hands-on demonstration.”

Gabriella’s pride was stung. “Says you!”

“You’re right, says I. You want to make a bet on this? Friday night’s tip jar says you don’t have the guts to take the next handsome guy who walks into Gatos for a test run.”

Ay, Lucia had her there. Gabriella could never back down from a challenge. “I’m listening. What are the terms?”

Lucia stretched her muscles out before unlocking the cooler. “So we have a deal?”

“Not yet.” Gabriella pulled the dolly close enough to the cooler to unload it. “Let me hear the details before I say yes or no.”

“Like you would,” Lucia smirked. “All right, here’s the deal. When we open tonight, you and I man the bar. When the first hot guy walks in, one I decide is enough of a handful for even you, I point him out and that’s when the game begins. You come on to him, you do whatever you have to do, and if he’s safe you get him into bed.”

“I’m not a slut,” Gabriella objected, all the while hoisting crates and holding them for Lucia to unpack and stow in the cooler. “And how am I supposed to know if he’s ‘safe’?” She dusted off her hands after the last bottle was stashed away. “You have to give me more than that to go on. I’m supposed to proposition a customer? That’ll give me a great reputation.”

Lucia shrugged smugly. “So you’re saying no? You’re backing down already?”

Wicked Wednesday: Kopi Luwak by Stephanie Burke #interracial #PNR #shifters @Flashycat

Coffee beans and exotic dreams! This cat roars. Is Missi strong enough to do the same?


Kopi Luwak (Cafe Midnight Multi-Author 3)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Length: Novella

When Missi orders something hot and exotic, she never expects to get the strangest and most exotic — not to mention expensive — cup of coffee in the world.

The smooth, rich blend is enough to bring Missi to her knees, but the too beautiful for words Portuguese-speaking server Nicolau is enough to make her heart stop. Now she’s leaving Café Midnight with a well-hung Royal Civet Shifter going into heat… with Missi squarely in his sights. Is she brave enough to accept all that owning this powerful cat/man entails?

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“Let me,” he whispered, his hands running along her thighs, all the way down to her ass. “Let me, Missi. You will enjoy this.”

As he spoke, she could feel his cock harden further against her cheek, dripping clear drops of his desire. Absently, she lapped at the plum-colored head, savoring the taste of him, making the clawing hunger within her even more intense. She whimpered as she allowed her shaking thighs to fall apart for him once again.

“Oh, yeah,” he breathed, burrowing closer, his tongue lapping around her labia, gently brushing the swollen nubbin of her clitoris, before he lapped her juices from around her opening.

Missi let her head fall back, moaning as her whole body began to quake. Her skin was on fire, her legs tingling, her toes curling and the most animalistic sounds pouring from her throat.

One of her hands went to her hair, burying itself in her tangled curls while the other began to caress his back, his ass, any of the hot, smooth skin he presented to her to touch.

“So good,” he whimpered, and then a low, rumbling sound came from his chest.

Was he…? Yeah, he was purring. Missi would have chuckled, but he chose that moment to suck her clit into his mouth.

“Gah!” Missi jumped like a scalded cat, the feelings were so intense. And the tension within her was building.

And then there was the rich, musky scent of her lover, the smell of rich coffee and lust. It drew her attention to his cock once more. Her mouth started to water. He smelled so good, and he had tasted wonderful… He was hard and hot, with the most delicately soft skin. He had filled her mouth fully, and though she had never been too fond of sucking dick, she discovered that she liked sucking his.

She wanted him deep in her mouth, touching the back of her throat. She wanted him whining and thrusting, totally in her control as he gave everything up to her. And she wanted those feelings, that power, now.

Nic jumped as she sucked him in deep. Carefully covering her teeth by folding her lips over them, she sucked him down.

Oh, yeah, she thought in a daze. He was sucking at her, lapping and moaning and purring, and she was slobbering all over him.

Wicked Wednesday: Grizzly Affair by Dulce Dennison #LGBT #GayRomance #InterracialLove

What happens when one stubborn bear doesn’t want to take a mate?
He gets two!


Grizzly Affair (Bureau of Paranormal Affairs 1)

Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Action Adventure, Gay, Interracial, Men in Uniform, Multiple Partners, Shifters, Werewolves
Cover Artist: Angela Knight
Length: Novella

With a rogue shifter on the loose leaving a trail of bodies, it isn’t the best time for bear shifter, Roarke Hilliard to have his heat cycle. Especially since he’s the lead Special Agent on the case. But nature must take its course. When his partner, agent Spencer Malloy, places himself in Roarke’s path during his greatest time of need, the bear is worried he might break the human. But Spencer wants Roarke badly… bad enough to call in a paranormal escort.

Grigore Gabor may be a male escort, but he’s never slept with any of his clients… until now. The moment the wolf shifter gets a whiff of the bear who hired him, and his human companion, he knows he’s found his mates. But getting the surly ursa to agree is another matter.

With a killer on the loose, now isn’t the time for finding true love. With Roarke handicapped by his heat cycle, there’s only so much the agents can do against the rogue shifter. They can only hope to bring the man to justice before another body is found.

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Spencer tried to keep an eye on his partner, looking for a sign that Roarke’s mating heat was triggered. The last thing the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs needed was one of their best agents getting horny at an inopportune time. The grizzly had insisted on revisiting the crime scene, in hopes he picked up something new, but it had been a bust. Now they were digging into burgers at Big Bart’s while the man across from him growled and grumbled.

“What the fuck good is it to have a nose that can pick up the faintest trace of something if I can’t solve the damn case?” Roarke said between bites.

“You’re a good agent, Roarke, and you know it. If they were all easy to solve, then anyone could do our job. Hell, at least you have an advantage over me. I’m just human.”

“If your uncle wasn’t Chief of Police, they never would have allowed you on the team.”

“You know you’re glad I’m here.”

Roarke snorted. “I got saddled with your ass because I was the best. The other agents thought I’d stop making them look bad if I were handicapped.”

Spencer smiled and finished his meal. The bear could bluster all he wanted, but Spencer knew that Roarke liked him. A lot. The man sported wood too often for it to be a coincidence. Now if he could just get the bear to act on it. He’d never met someone so stubborn before. Roarke hadn’t made it a secret he preferred men, so Spencer didn’t think that was the holdup. It wasn’t like there weren’t other gay couples working in law enforcement. It was true he wanted a lasting relationship, and he thought the bear shifter was the man for the job, but if Roarke wanted no strings attached sex, then Spencer was willing to give it to him. Or rather he was hoping the bear would give it to him.

Roarke growled as he took another bite, his eyes turning amber for a moment. The beast was close to the surface, which meant his heat was closer than Roarke had admitted. Spencer had a feeling his partner was going to need sex as soon as tonight, possibly all night and into the next day. What a crap time for this to happen. They had a case to solve, but he knew the bear couldn’t help it. And maybe it would end up being a good thing.

The bear loosened his collar and undid the first two buttons on his shirt, showing a hint of fur on his chest — the grizzly and human kind. Fuck. If Roarke shifted in here, all hell would break loose. The world might know about shifters, but there were some things humans just didn’t accept. Dining with a bear was one of them, unless that bear remained in human form. Roarke finished his food and looked around the room. His jaw tensed and Spencer wondered just how hard it was to hold himself in check.

“Come on,” Spencer said, tossing enough money onto the table to cover their bill and a tip. “I think it’s time we got back to the hotel.”

Roarke growled at him and flashed a hint of fang.

“Is that supposed to scare me? Because all you’re doing is turning me on.”

The bear huffed and stood. “You don’t have the sense God gave a goose.”

“Why? Because I’m not scared of you? Please. You might fuck me into oblivion right now, but you’d never hurt me.”

Roarke didn’t answer and stormed out of the restaurant. Spencer shook his head and followed. Whether the shifter liked it or not, they were going to fuck tonight. The bear needed the release and Spencer had been dying to get Roarke out of his clothes since the first moment he saw him. Seemed like a win-win situation. At least, until the heat ended and then Roarke would be back to his usual self and would likely be pissed. It was a chance Spencer was willing to take.

He’d barely closed the car door before Roarke peeled out of the parking lot. The grizzly shifter was tense, soft growls erupting from him every few minutes. The hands gripping the steering wheel were tipped with claws and his fangs hung over his lower lip. By the time they reached the hotel, Spencer was worried his partner was more bear than man. He followed Roarke up to his room and pushed his way inside before the grizzly could slam the door.

“What are you doing?” Roarke asked with a growl to his voice.

Spencer began unfastening the buttons on his shirt. “Helping you.”

He kicked off his shoes then flung his shirt over the back of a chair. The bear watched with avid interest as Spencer bared his body one inch at a time. When he stood completely naked, Roarke sniffed the air and advanced on him. The grizzly tore his shirt from his body, the material shredded by his claws. Roarke circled him as he tore his remaining clothes off.

The shifter’s cock was a sight to behold, tall, straight, and dripping with pre-cum. It was also the widest damn cock Spencer had ever seen and he worried for a moment it might not fit. The bear leaned in closer and licked the side of his neck, making Spencer’s nipples pucker. His cock had been hard as a damn post since he’d decided to keep his partner company tonight.

“Want you,” Roarke said. “Need you.”

“You can have me,” Spencer said.

“Shower. You smell wrong.”

Wrong? Spencer gave himself a sniff, but he didn’t notice anything wrong. Roarke gave him a nudge toward the bathroom and Spencer went willingly. He turned on the water and when steam billowed around the curtain, he stepped over the side of the tub. Roarke followed behind him, pulling the curtain closed.

The shifter seemed to have more control of himself and the claws had receded, along with the extra fur. Roarke poured shower gel into his hand and began washing Spencer, his rough hands making Spencer even harder than before. When Roarke grasped his cock and gave it a stroke, Spencer thought his knees might buckle. His partner pressed his chest against Spencer’s back, one hand splayed across his abdomen, and the other giving long, firm strokes.

“Christ, Roarke!”

The shifter’s teeth grazed his neck making Spencer shudder as a chill raced down his spine. His cock jerked in Roarke’s grasp and he fought back a moan. Roarke reached around Spencer and grabbed some lube. Just the thought of Roarke using that in here to jackoff had Spencer ready to blow.

His partner dribbled some lube down the crack of his ass and then a thick finger began massaging his anus. Spencer placed his hands on the tiled wall and thrust his ass back at Roarke. It seemed the shifter was short on words or patience right now, and Spencer was fine with that. Maybe once they’d fucked, Roarke’s beast would settle some and they could play at their leisure the rest of the night.

Roarke worked a second finger into his tight hole while he nipped and kissed along Spencer’s neck and shoulder. It wasn’t long before he was taking three fingers, then four. Spencer felt the burn in his ass, but it was the best kind. He felt Roarke’s cock slide between his ass cheeks and his heart nearly beat out of his chest. With anyone else he’d demand a condom, but he knew shifters didn’t carry diseases and Spencer was clean too.

Roarke gripped his hips tight as he slowly sank into Spencer’s ass one inch at a time, his hips flexing as he worked his monster cock into him. Spencer groaned and dropped his head, his body straining to remain still for fear the bear inside Roarke might think he was trying to escape. Nothing could have been further from the truth. If anything, Spencer wanted to be even closer to him.

“So fucking tight,” Roarke said, his voice strained.

“I can take it. Give it all to me.”

Roarke growled a little and then thrust forward, sliding his cock all the way inside Spencer. It was enough to make him cry out, every nerve ending his body singing. The hands gripping him grew rougher and the bite of claws marked his hips as Roarke began fucking him with long, deep strokes. Every plunge of his cock drove Spencer onto his toes, but fuck if he didn’t love every minute of it.

The bear grunted and growled as he pounded Spencer’s ass. The sounds were sexy and made Spencer want to come in the worst way. He reached down and gripped his cock, stroking it fast and hard. As Roarke thrust into him one final time, roaring out his release, Spencer came all over his hand and the wall. No one had ever fucked him so thoroughly, leaving him weak-kneed and already aching for more. He hoped like hell this was only the beginning, because he definitely wanted more of the shifter.

Roarke cleaned both of them and the wall before shutting off the water. When Spencer turned to face him, he saw the beast inside had receded. Roarke’s expression was grim and his hands flexed at his sides.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“You needed me,” Spencer said.

“I could have hurt you. I marked your hips with my claws. What if I’d done more damage than that?”

“You didn’t, and I trust you completely. It worked out fine.”

“You won’t have much time before another heat will hit me,” Roarke said. “Can your ass handle a rough fucking about ten more times between now and morning?”

Ten? Christ!

“Grizzly shifters either pair off with a shifter mate who can handle their needs, or they take more than one person to bed during their heat. Something tells me you don’t want another man here with us,” Roarke said.

“I can handle it.”

Roarke arched a brow. “You can handle another man here or you can handle me?”

“Either. If you want someone else here with us, then I’m willing to accept that. But unless you have a regular fuck buddy I don’t know about, who do you plan to call?”

“Can you handle two shifters?” Roarke asked.

Holy fuck. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Taking on one grizzly was one thing, but two? Maybe he didn’t mean another bear shifter. Two monster cocks might be more than his poor ass could handle.

“What kind of shifter?” Spencer asked.

“Whoever they send.”


Roarke smiled, his fangs flashing again. “There’s a shifter run escort service. They have clients in all the major cities. One call and someone could be here within the hour. So, what’s it to be? Are you handling me on your own, or do you want me to invite someone to play?”

He’d never thought Roarke was the type to share, but Spencer had to admit he was intrigued. He’d never been with more than one man before. What exactly would that entail? He knew they’d both be working hard to please Roarke, but the thought of another rough fucking — times ten — had him nodding in agreement. As much as he wanted Roarke, he knew he wasn’t equipped to give the bear everything he needed, as much as he wanted to. He’d never dreamed what it would be like to fuck a bear during his heat cycle.

Roarke picked up the phone and made the call.

And then they waited.

Throwback Thursdays! Coyote Games by Anne Kane

Coyote Games

Series: S.O.S.

Title: Coyote Games

 Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Action-Adventure, Suspense, Romance

Shapeshifters, Men and Women in Uniforms

Author: Anne Kane




There’s coyote trouble in the canyon. One coyote, to be specific. A male. He’s been creating havoc in the small rural community of Pine Valley — enough havoc it’s time to call in the Feds.

The S.O.S, U.S. Dept. of Fish and Wildlife, Special Outreach Services Division, investigates crimes involving shifters. Special Agent Kinsey is the absolute expert on coyote shifters. Because she is one. And Greg expects nothing less than the very best.

Life is about to get interesting in Pine Valley…


“Seriously?” Kinsey shook her head, listening to the babble of hysterical voices surrounding her. It seemed everyone in town had shown up for the meeting and they all expected her to fix their critter problem. Fast.

As if she didn’t have a problem of her own. Greg. Her ex. She could sense his presence, even if he hadn’t bothered to pop up where she could see him. Typical. He’d show up at the worst possible moment just to throw her off balance. It’s what he did the best.

She took a deep breath and tried to picture something soothing, like Greg being cornered by a timber wolf in Yellowstone Park. They liked to teach stuff like that at the team building meetings back in D.C. Meditation exercises. Who knew? Maybe this time it would actually work.

The townsfolk were all scared, and her job was to make them feel better. She understood that. First though, she needed them to quit making such a racket, and take their seats. Taking a deep breath, she hollered loud enough to be heard over the angry residents. “Shut up and sit down. Now!”

An eerie silence fell as the townspeople stared at her in shock. Okay. Maybe her delivery could have been a little bit less aggressive. Still, it worked. Slowly, the people found their chairs and sat down. Maybe she should have started with the yelling thing.

“That’s better.” She tried out what she hoped was a soothing smile. “Now, where’s the mayor?”

An impeccably dressed man with a receding gray hairline got to his feet. The thunderous expression on his face did not bode well. “That’s me. Which you would know if you’d bothered to show up at my office for the pre-meeting briefing that I arranged for you.” He paused to glance around the crowded hall, giving the townsfolk a practiced smile. “I guess government officials don’t feel they have to keep us in the loop.”

“So far there is no loop.” Just what she needed. A grandstanding politician. “And since I barely managed to make it to town in time for this meeting, a pre-meeting briefing wasn’t possible.” It took a great deal of effort not to bare her teeth at him.

“You should have arrived earlier.” The sneer on the mayor’s face was not helping her control her temper. Not one tiny little bit.

“Good idea.” She didn’t bother to hide the sarcasm. “But the supersonic jets were all out on other missions so I had to make do with a commercial flight. Perhaps you could have waited to schedule the meeting until after I arrived and was brought up to date on the situation?”

“Impossible.” He strutted to the front of the room. “This town is on edge and we want to know what you plan to do about this rabid coyote.”

“Rabid?” Well that would simplify things, but unfortunately it wasn’t true. “I understood the animal was acting strangely, snatching pets and then releasing them in someone else’s yard. That implies restraint. A rabid animal would just kill indiscriminately.”

“Yeah, well. Whatever the damn thing’s problem is, we need it gone. We tried trapping it and we tried shooting it. Neither worked. It seems to know what we are doing and when it’s safe to pull its tricks. And those eyes…” The mayor shuddered theatrically. “Green as summer grass. It’s not natural. So what are you going to do about it?”

Kinsey sighed inwardly. Great. The thing had human eyes. The boss had been right. It had to be a shifter, and it sounded suspiciously like Greg. She finished silently counting to ten before she spoke. “Well, first I’m going to find the creature and capture it. Then the department veterinarian will have to examine it and see if there is any reason to be concerned. If it appears to be a healthy specimen, we will rehome it in a less populated area. Regardless, I promise that we won’t release it back into your community.”

The mayor looked skeptical, mumbling something about promises and the probability of them being kept. Must be an election coming up soon, because one annoying coyote should not cause this much concern, especially since it had yet to hurt anyone or anything. Still, he returned to his seat without creating any more problems for her, and that was about the best she could hope for at this point.

“Next question?” She looked around the packed room.

A man detached himself from the shadows in the back of the room. “Can you tell us how long you think it might take you to track down and ensnare this unfortunate animal?”

She had to give him credit for his balls. Not a shy one, her Greg. If looks could kill, he’d be writhing on the floor in agony about now. “I anticipate a fairly quick turnaround on this. The animal obviously has no sense of self-preservation or he would have picked an area outside of the reach of the S.O.S.”

His eyes were the color of grass on a warm summer evening. She’d spent a lot of time staring soulfully into those eyes. Time that would have been better spent studying. Or running away from the most intense affair of her life. Kinsey gave her head a mental shake. Focus. Don’t let that gorgeous body of his and those dreamy eyes suck you in again.

The corner of his mouth curved upward in a wry smile. “You must think this animal is pretty smart if it knows about the S.O.S.”

“I make it a habit to never underestimate an opponent, either the two or four-legged variety.” She favored him with her iciest glare. “Did you have another question?”

“No, ma’am.” He raised his eyebrows as if daring her to say anything further.

As if. He knew she wouldn’t dare do anything in this volatile crowd, but her fingers itched to pull the tranq gun out and watch that smug smile disappear as he sank into a deep sleep. Deep enough for her to safely cage him and transport him back to the secure facility buried deep in the mountains of Tennessee. Maybe she could arrange for one of the labs to run some experiments on him to see what it was about him that turned her into a melting pool of hormones every time he got within five feet of her.



Wicked Wednesday – Alpha’s Second Chance by Jessica Coulter Smith #bondage #spanking #shifters #wickedwednesday


Copyright ©2018 Jessica Coulter Smith

“Put me down, you overgrown cretin! I’m not a sack of flour, asshole.” Her fists pounded against Torren again. He merely shifted her weight and kept going.

When he reached their bedroom — yes, their bedroom — he sat down on the edge of the mattress then upended her over his lap. Torren jerked the shirt up to expose the most gorgeous ass he’d ever seen, then his hand cracked hard enough against her white skin that it turned pink. He’d swatted her four times before he even realized what the hell he was doing, and froze in one of those oh shit moments. He’d never lost control like that with anyone before, and he hated that he’d done that to his mate. Not once in his thirty-one years had he ever struck a female.

“Olivia, I…” His hand was still raised and Torren slowly lowered it, intent on lowering her shirt and standing her upright. But she moaned, and it wasn’t a pained moan. Hell, it had to have been sexiest sound he’d ever heard, then she started to squirm on his lap.

Torren rubbed her pink ass cheeks, and as his hand traveled a little closer to the junction of her thighs, he couldn’t seem to help himself anymore. He brushed over her slit, and groaned at how fucking wet she was. Holy hell! She might have fought him the entire way to the bedroom, but there was no denying she’d enjoyed her spanking.

He teased her pussy, lightly rubbing his fingers up and down her slit, moisture slicking them. She fidgeted some more, spreading her legs a little further. The scent of her arousal teased Torren’s nose and his beast rose to the surface. His vision shifted as his fangs extended, and a rumble filled his chest. His wolf wanted out! Wanted to claim their mate properly. Torren parted the lips of her pussy and rubbed against her clit. It was hard and begging for attention. His cock strained against his zipper as he slowly rubbed her, her scent growing stronger the closer she got to coming.

“Torren,” she said softly, pressing her face against his leg. She wrapped her hand around his calf, and submitted completely.

He kept stroking, kept rubbing until she cried out her release, drenching his fingers. It was almost more than Torren could take. Standing up, he flipped her face down onto the bed, then pulled her up onto her knees. He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue flicking and tasting, lapping up all her cream. Her thighs trembled and soon she was coming a second time. Torren’s wolf nudged at him, wanting him to claim her in all ways. Torren quickly stripped out of his clothes and gripped her hips. His body tensed as he fought for control. He’d heard that it sometimes hurt the first time for a female, and he didn’t want to cause her pain.

“Torren, please,” she begged.

He rubbed his cock up and down her slippery pussy before slowly sinking inside of her. Torren felt her stretch to accommodate him, and soon he was buried balls deep. He groaned as claws tipped his fingers and his beast pushed harder at him. Olivia whimpered, but it didn’t sound like she was in pain. As much as he wanted to make this last, he knew it wasn’t possible. Not this time.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said, his voice more beast than man.

She pressed back against him, and Torren’s control snapped. He growled as he gripped her tight and began pounding into her pussy. He took her hard, fast, and as deep as he could get. The bed moved across the floor with every stroke, and sweat slicked their skin. Olivia made the sweetest, sexiest sounds he’d ever heard, and soon she was coming again, coating his cock with her juices as she cried out his name.

Torren buried his fangs into her shoulder again as his hips jerked against her, thrusting until every drop of cum had been wrung from his balls. He growled again, his cock deep inside of her, and slowly he pulled his fangs free. He lapped at the blood on her shoulder, then lightly trailed kisses across her shoulders and up her neck. He hadn’t bitten hard enough for her to scar this time, but his beast had needed another taste of her.

“Mine,” he said, pride filling him, along with a contentment he’d never felt before.




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