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Cordelia Sinclair has been on the inside for more years than she can remember, keeping secrets better than anybody. But at forty-two, she sometimes feels like a dried up old prune when it comes to love. Her mate died in a Beta raid, and even though the Langfords have encouraged her to find another, she hasn't found anyone who could measure up. Until she meets Connor.
Cordy just can't believe this arrogant wolf can be the son of someone as kind and giving as Charles Langford. Never mind he had been brought up by Charles' archenemy Rowan Angus of the more animalistic Beta clan. She's just the person to knock that arrogance out of him with her Elite special training.
Connor knew he wanted to bed her from the moment he saw her, but a casual bedding among the Elite isn't the norm. And there are complications. She has a child and she thinks him arrogant and unkempt. He's going to have to teach her it took more than what met the eye to have an Elite pedigree. Their physical attraction is instant but it may take years for their minds to catch up to what their bodies already know.
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable.
Excerpt:
He pressed the full length of his body against her. And what a body it was, if what was pressed against her stomach held true. Still, her body heaved in frustration. Once she was near him she realized that he smelled more like a spring meadow and the Elites than the Betas. She didn’t care that his very sexy body grew by the second. She didn’t care that he took his time trying to analyze her smell. She didn’t care that suddenly her body was all wet and hot and bothered. All she cared about was that this crazy man had caught her off guard, thrown her onto the table, and had tried to immobilize her. And it pissed her off. She lifted her leg hard and chuckled inside when he fell away.
“You fight dirty.” He bent over, one hand to his crotch and the other on his knee.
His voice held a rich, deep timbre, like honey when the nights started to get cold in the autumn. There would be no way that she could let her guard down with this man if his very voice could do things to her insides.
“I do what I have to do,” she said, her voice a mere breathless whisper, as she stood over him.
“And you had to do that?” He stood up slowly. “I don’t know what you’re doing here but I’m beginning to wonder if you are even supposed to be here.”
That pissed her off even more. She drew back her hand and punched him in the face again. “I’ll show you who’s supposed to be here.”
“What the hell did I ever do to you?” The man stood there, a stunned expression on his face.
“Come on. You don’t like to fight women?” She could see his eyes grow wider.
“You want to fight me?” he asked incredulous. “Woman, you don’t know what you’re asking for.” He took a step nearer.
Cordelia broadened her stance and prepared for the worst. He outweighed her by probably eighty pounds and was a good head taller than her. He was lean with muscle. She had barely gotten rid of the baby fat and the baby had been born four years ago. Still, this was truly going to be a battle of wits, at least in her mind. She saw him slowly lift his hand and splay it toward her. Suddenly, she was on her ass. Damn, he was telekinetic and probably a psychic too.
“Now, who’s not playing fair?” She growled at him and knew this would be harder than she had planned. She reached up to the table and pulled herself up, spying the place settings just waiting for guests.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He lunged for her but not quite in time before she started chucking the china.
“Oh, yes, I do. You’re not allowed to use that psychic shit on me. If you want to fight, fight with your hands.”
Ice-blue eyes burned into hers as he came toward her like a wolf on the prowl. She had seen that look before on many wolfen men. She quickly jumped back, bumping into the table while pushing his hand away. If she were quick enough she could get in a quick jab or two to his ribs.
Falling back into the kitchen cabinets, he briefly clutched his side. “Damn it, you’re just not going to give up easily, are you?”
“Why should I?” She eyed him cautiously.
“Because I could seriously hurt you.”
“Now why don’t you just give it your best shot then we’ll see just who gets hurt.”
The man slowly shook his head. “All right, now remember, you asked for it.” He threw a punch that landed squarely on the left side of her head.
Cordelia shook it off but it still left her ear ringing. Grabbing his other arm, she charged into his stomach with her head and flipped him over her back. He landed with a resounding thud on the floor next to the table and on top of the broken china. She was only able to stand there a moment, her sides heaving, when she was knocked off balance by his leg making a wide sweep. It almost knocked the air completely out of her but she managed to throw another punch on her way down.
He grabbed her fist and twisted her arm, picking her up and shoving her facedown once again on the table.
“You have no right being on top of me, so get the fuck off.” She gasped for breath, his added weight making it hard to even move a centimeter.
“You know, I think you’re a little bit sexy when you’re pissed like this. I can smell your pheromones. You want me.” He took a long, slow whiff of her, as if to imprint her on his memory.
“I don’t even know you!” She screamed and tried to buck him off her even as her nipples hardened under her. Heat swelled in the V of her thighs and feelings began to overwhelm her. Feelings that she had never felt before in all her life. Not even with her husband. It was like her body already knew this man intimately.
He leaned down into her softness, and she could feel his body coming to life. His hardness pressed into her butt and all she wanted to do was to get herself out of her pajamas. Thank God, she had decided to sleep with them on last night.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you like it this way.” He ground his body into hers a little more. “Take that back, I know you like it. I can smell it on you and your wet body is telling me exactly what you want. Your body is betraying you.”
Enraged, she slammed her head against his nose. “You don’t know me well enough to know how I like it. And you don’t know anything about my body.”
She heard him groan as she cracked his face. Still, he wouldn’t let go.
“It’s not going to be that easy,” he whispered close to her ear. He started to rock his now very hard cock into the gentle curve of her ass as he rained light, feathery kisses on her neck.
God, he almost had her undone. “What are you doing to me?”
“What do you want me to do to you?” he questioned and flipped her over to stare into her face. Reaching down, he placed his hands on either side of her head and pulled her up to meet him. Lips and tongues met forcefully, pulling and tasting and testing. Gently, he nipped at her bottom lip.
He felt so good up against her. Greedily, she put her hands under his T-shirt and felt the muscles. There was no way that she could have beat him no matter how hard she tried. Letting her hands roam up his chest, she plucked his nipples until they were hard, delighting in the sound he made.
“God, woman, you make me crazy.” Reaching for the collar of her shirt, he ripped it down the center, revealing her taut breasts.
“That’s not fair,” she whispered. “Take this off.” Cordelia tugged at his T-shirt until she pulled it over his head. He looked at her for a long moment, before leaning down to take her nipple in his mouth. She could see the bruises spreading across his cheeks and knew she must have some too. The original question of who he was floated into her mind, but at this very moment she didn’t give a damn.
He shoved his knee between her legs and pulled her tightly to him as he stood up. Pulling his arm more tight around her middle, she groaned with pleasure while he ground his thigh into her crotch. She had never walked this fine line between passion and hate or fear, thinking she would never have to because she had always had safe relationships. There was something definitely unsafe about this man if he made her throw all caution to the wind.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered into her ear.
Putting her legs around his lean hips, she gasped as his dick tried hard to slide home but their clothes wouldn’t let it happen. Carrying her, he started down the hall, kissing her deeply. Slamming her into the wall, he groaned again.
“I don’t think I’m going to make it.” He slid his hand inside her pajama bottoms and down her butt. His hand gently caressed the sore flesh there and continued until touched her slick slit.
Grinding into his hand, she groaned. “Touch me there,” she whispered.
Almost immediately his fingers found her clit. “There?”
“There,” she purred and rotated her hips.
“You still have too many clothes on.” Gently, he lowered her to the hall carpet, and jerked on her pajama bottoms and tossed them away. “Spread your legs for me.”
She did as he asked and allowed him to look at her. Cordelia wasn’t ashamed of her body. She had curves and muscles in all the right places. He hovered over her for a moment more before he leaned down and dipped his tongue in her slit. She arched in remembered pleasure as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her
Soon, his fingers joined his tongue. One finger slid into her vagina, caressing her with vigor, each stroke sliding over her hot spot. Every movement elicited another moan from her as she ground her body into his face with abandon. Using his thumbs to open her to his touch, he began to rub her hard nub, her clit growing with each stroke. Yet, she still wanted more. She still needed more.
He licked her from top to bottom as he pumped his fingers in and out. He slipped a second finger into her cunt, dragging her wetness from her and rubbing it into the tight rosette of her ass. She would never know why that area of her body had become an erogenous zone but it was all she could do to keep herself thinking straight.
“Please…please…” she whispered feverishly. She was on the brink of the abyss.
As if sensing her distress, he chuckled, and she could feel it throughout her body. “But I like playing with you.”
Gasping heavily, she did her best to put a coherent thought together. “Either fuck me or get me off. I can’t stand you just hovering there.”
“That’s half the pleasure.”
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