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Riker Montgomery, a famous actor and werewolf, finds yet another uninvited woman asleep in his hotel bed. Used to encountering many of these fans, Riker is prepared to send this one on her way, but soon realizes that she is his mate. Finally finding the one woman who can make his life complete, Riker falls asleep with her in his arms, only to wake the next day to find her gone. Desperate to find Bet, Riker begins an endless search, which continually comes up futile.
Bethany Black, a writer, has never met a man like Riker before. When she learns that he is a famous actor who is always finding women in his bed, she is embarrassed and ashamed and runs away. Before long she realizes her mistake and tries to contact Riker. When she finds out she's pregnant, she tries again to reach him. Her letters are intercepted by Riker's lawyer and jealous cousin, August Livingston. Auggie believes that only pureblood werewolves should be Alphas and will do whatever it takes to bring Riker down and assume what he believes to be his rightful position as pack leader. When he learns that Bethany Black, a human, has given birth to Riker's pups, he's determined to use her to obtain his goals.
The fates of the pack and the lives of their pups lie in the hands of Riker and Bethany. But will they be reunited before it is too late for them all?
Excerpt:
February 5
Top floor, Apple Inn
Conway, NH
At about twelve-thirty the following morning, Bethany's body began to shake uncontrollably and her fever seemed to go impossibly high. He carried her to the shower and held her under the flowing water, alternating between cool and warm water.
After a while, she seemed to stabilize. He wrapped her in a bulky robe and brought her to bed. Keeping the flat sheet on the bed, he pulled it over them. She seemed to be sleeping more comfortably and he ultimately drifted off to sleep, too.
Two hours later, he awakened to her whisper. "Riker, is that you? Did I die?"
He placed a kiss on her forehead, wrapping his arms around her. "No, Baby, you didn't die. It's me."
"Are you sure? How do you know I didn't die?" she pulled away from him.
He chuckled. "Bet, I swear to God you didn't die. It's really me, Baby." He kissed her gently on the mouth.
"How'd I get here if I'm not dead?" she asked suspiciously.
He kissed her deeply just to get her attention. "I heard you were ill, Honey, and I came and found you so that I could make you better."
"Why?" she asked him.
"You are too silly, aren't you?" he asked her. "If you don't finish sleeping, I will make love to you until you can't think."
"Riker?" she whispered.
"Hmmmm?" he mumbled sleepily.
"That's really not the worst threat you could make."
Riker chuckled, and then he laughed out loud. He cuddled her close to him. He was drifting off to sleep again when he felt her shrug out of her bulky robe.
"Bet, what..." Her hand trailed down and found his erect member inside of his boxer-briefs. "Bethany..." he groaned.
She began licking his nipple and moving her hand on his cock. Before he could stop her, he felt her slide down. She pushed his shorts off his hips and down his legs. He groaned loudly when he felt her mouth close around his painfully hard erection.
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"Bet, Baby! Oh..." She had him right where she wanted him--in her mouth.
"If I'm not dead, I'm having a dream and it's my dream. I want to suck you and taste you." She declared this just before she took his balls in her mouth.
She heard him growl but ignored it. He tasted good to her. So good. She lapped at his cock and ran her tongue along the slit, tasting his pre-come. He began growling in earnest now.
"Want you," he growled, sounding guttural and bestial.
"It's my dream," she insisted. "I want to taste your come!" She began to suck a little harder grazing her teeth lightly against his length.
"Mine!" he insisted. "Me taste!" he sounded very doglike she thought. He pulled her up to him and pinned her body beneath his own.
"I'm not done!" she protested.
"Mine!" he growled. "Me taste!"
She saw his yellow, glowing eyes before he attached himself to her breast like a starving man.
"MMMMM," he growled as he licked and sucked one breast and then licked his way over to the other. One hand kneaded the neglected breast and the other smoothed down her body to her sex. His fingers combed through the little triangle of tight blonde curls there and slid through her wet folds.
He began to rub her little nub growling, "Open! Want this!" as she moved her legs apart and he slipped a finger inside her. She moaned loudly.
He lowered himself to her pussy and placed a palm on each thigh, forcing her legs wide. He went straight for her dripping center and, clamping his lips around the little opening, sucked until her juices flowed into his mouth. He plunged his tongue into her and grazed her clit with his teeth.
Murmuring and moaning incoherently, she clutched at his hair. When she cried out, he slid a finger into her and began to suck rhythmically on her little nub. When he felt her begin to climax a second time, he surged up and inside her, hooking her thighs behind his elbows.
"Fuck!" he growled gutturally.
She was beyond sense by this time. He'd been beyond it since the beginning. She was groaning and mewling and he continued to thrust savagely inside of her.
As soon as she could, she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his buttocks. He pounded into her, thrusting impossibly deeper each time, burying himself to the hilt again and again.
She began to twist and moan, emitting little cries. Suddenly, she sank her teeth into the solid muscle at the curve of his shoulder and felt her vaginal muscles clench around him. He continued to pound himself into her until his own climax ripped a savage roar from deep inside him. Bethany clung to him as he buried his face in her hair.
He licked at her ear and neck until she turned her head to the side allowing him greater access.
"Dead..." she whispered eventually. "Definitely dead." She muttered again. "I must've been a good girl, though." And she was fast asleep.
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