Authors: Elle Boon
Xan's Feisty Mate (20 page)
“If you don’t call Breezy, I’ll come looking for you myself. Don’t make me do that, Laikyn.” He pulled her in for a gentle hug.
“I promise.”
Truth. He sensed it. They both stood on the wraparound deck watching the little convertible disappear, before he turned Breezy in his arms. “Want to shift and go for a run?”
“How about I shift, here on the porch, and then shift right back. I don’t want to run, I want to make love with you.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. Xan stripped his shirt over his head, watching Breezy rip her tank top off. They raced to see who could get naked first. In the end, her little shorts were easier to wiggle out of than his jeans, but he didn’t need to shift. He loved his mate in all her forms, but the gorgeous woman he referred to as his very own cotton candy, blew his mind in all her naked glory. Her form as the blonde wolf was also a sight to behold. His hand went to her golden head, running his fingers through the soft fur.
“Shift back, baby.” He couldn’t wait too much longer to claim his mate.
In moments, Breezy stood before him, the tiny gash on her arm gone. Standing on his porch, like a goddess come to life, his mate rose on her toes and covered his lips. His tongue pushed past her lips, making zero allowances for their location. He fucked her mouth, stroking against hers as one hand cradled the back of her head, the other cupped her ass.
Breezy lifted both legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her arms around his neck, tongue teasing his until he swore she was bent on driving him crazy. He was damn near ready to slam her against the side of the house like a wild man, completely intoxicated by her kisses, and loving every minute of it.
He had enough sense left in his brain to make the way back inside, entering the code on the door handle, and resetting the alarm. “Damn, you’re enough to make me lose my head.”
Soft laughter made him narrow his eyes. “Good. You make me lose mine all the time.” She bit his bottom lip, rubbing her hot little pussy against him.
She sparked a deeper hunger than he’d ever known inside him, even the first time he’d gotten laid, and was sure it was the best time ever, didn’t compare to each time with Breezy. Thoughts of the things he wanted to do, the sexual acts they’d yet to try, raced through him.
For a moment he imagined what it would be like in ten years, and knew it would be just as intense. He had every intention of exploring each and every one of those fantasies.
Sharp little teeth nipped at his neck, little claws scraped at his scalp, tangling in his hair, tugging at him, then teeth biting at his lips. “Am I boring you, love?” Breezy asked.
The wounded act was all for show, the fact his cock was a solid pole digging into her ass had the imp wiggling, trying to take him inside as he walked. The deep, dark, dominant male in him demanded he take control, and he let the alpha in him break free, let her see the sleeping wolf she roused.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so far from bored, and by the time I get done with you, you’ll not be able to walk without feeling me in every part of your body, and soul,” he promised.
Xan would mark her so that nobody would ever wonder who she belonged to, just as he belonged to her.
Their bed was tall enough he didn’t need to bend in order to fuck his woman if he placed her on the side, whether she was on her back or stomach. However, he wanted her in the middle, her arms bound to the posts that flanked it.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, and long, you will beg for mercy.”
“Enough with the talkie talkie and get with the doing, big guy.” Excitement surged through her.
A second later, he had her gasping as he tossed her to the bed. He climbed over her, the wide-eyed expression made his dick jerk. Swiftly, he attached her right arm, followed by the left to the ropes anchored to the posts on each side of the headboard. He straddled her chest, watched her lick her lips and lift her head to take a swipe at his mushroom shaped cockhead.
He scooted backward, not allowing her to suck him anymore. “I’m going to be in that tight little pussy before I come, or that little rosette in the back.”
Her too innocent stare made the breath still in his chest. “Not today, but I will claim every part of you, bella.”
Then he lifted her ass and placed a pillow under her, angling her up for him. He watched as he lined his dick up to the clenching pussy, pushing inside her. Slowly. Gods, so damn slowly he felt sweat break out on his brow.
“Squeeze my dick with your pussy,” he ordered, torn between wanting to touch, lick and fuck every part of her.
“You’re killing me here.” Breezy did as he ordered, milking his cock.
Xan paused with an inch of his dick buried in her slick wet heat, staring at his mate’s face as he filled her. He couldn’t help but watch how red her nipples got when she was turned on, like little red berries.
“Fuck, you’re sexy as hell.”
Her breath caught. “Move, damn you.” Her hips lifted.
He was already pushing through the slick entrance, burying another few inches inside the clenching depths, and then pulling out, watching her sweet pussy open up to take his cock. “You should see how pretty you look. The way your body is made for mine,” he groaned as he worked the final inch inside. Being balls deep, he paused to enjoy the feeling.
“Open your mind and share. I’ll let you feel what I’m feeling.” Breezy wiggled.
He’d never thought to share such intimacy with another. His eyes looked into hers, seeing her gaze burn hotter in the amber depths. He opened the connection, and nearly came at the feel of the pleasure-pain sensation of being stretched she was experiencing.
Fiery pressure burned in his gut, pulsed in his veins, tearing a cry from his throat. He couldn’t control himself, bending over her to take one of her pebble hard nipples into his mouth, his hips began slamming back and forth, thrusting deeper, harder with each sensation they shared.
“Xan, feels so, oh god. I’m going to come.” Her body shuddered, white-hot rapture wrapped around them, her pussy clenched, tightened around him, dragging a cry from him.
Exquisite pleasure rolled through him, her moans spurred him to drive into her harder, faster. Each desperate movement of her hips, sent lashes of need spiraling through him and into her, then back. A chaos of need that went on and on.
What she felt, he experienced, and the shared needs spurred them into a kaleidoscope, that had deep racking shudders quaking through her body. The tight internal muscles of Breezy’s body clamping down on his cock again, had him growling. “Love you so fucking hard. So god damn hard, Breezy.”
When it was finally over, he wasn’t sure he could move, but had enough strength to release her arms from the arm restraints.
“You make me so happy, Xan.” She touched his sweat-dampened face, laying beneath him.
He grunted, and tried to roll to the side, but she held them in place. “I’ll squish you.”
“No you won’t. I want to wear you like a blanket for a minute.”
He lifted up enough to look down at the woman who truly had captured his heart. Her thick lashes looked like dark crescents against her cheekbones. “How about you be my blanket?” He kissed her full lips, made all the more puffy from their kisses.
“When I rest up, we’ll do another round.”
“You’re trying to kill this old wolf, aren’t you?” He chuckled, and rolled them.
She made him so damn horny and hungry, the song
Hungry Like The Wolf
popped into his head. With her he was definitely always going to be on the hunt after her.
“What’s put that grin on your face?” Breezy ran a lazy hand across his chest.
“I was just thinking of a song. You know the one about the wolf being hungry. There’s a line in it about juices like wine. Your sweet pussy is even better than the finest wine.”
“You don’t drink wine,” she laughed.
He swatted her ass. “Fine, replace wine with bourbon and you get my meaning.”
She truly was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Better than any liquor or fine wine. Breezy may not know it, but she owned him body, heart and soul, and he couldn’t be happier. He fisted his hand in the back of her hair. “Thank you for loving me, for accepting me and all my bullshit.”
“I figure it’ll take me ninety years, but I think you’ll figure it out sooner or later, but I’m the lucky one.”
That thought had him tugging her up for another kiss, which led into another. It was a long time before they were leaving their bed, but he was sure he won the argument. His mate’s amber eyes sparkled at him, letting him know she was laughing at him.
The End
About Elle Boon
Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say...with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.
She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.
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Other Books by Elle Boon
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Erotic Ménage
Ravens of War
Selena’s Men
Two For Tamara
Jaklyn’s Saviors
Kira’s Warriors
Akra’s Demons, Coming Soon
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Shifters Romance
Mystic Wolves
Accidentally Wolf
His Perfect Wolf
Jett’s Wild Wolf
Bronx’s Wicked Wolf, Coming Soon
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Paranormal Romance
SmokeJumpers
FireStarter
Berserker’s Rage
A SmokeJumpers Christmas
Mind Bender, Coming Soon
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MC Shifters Erotic
Iron Wolves MC
Lyric’s Accidental Mate
Xan’s Feisty Mate
Chasing Syn, Coming in 2016
Contemporary Romance
Miami Nights
Miami Inferno
Miami Blaze, Coming Summer 2016
FireStarter
SmokeJumpers
Book 1
Chapter One
Elle Boon
K
eanu Raine walked a few feet from his team, letting his inner fire control him. The forest fire was all but burned out, but it was searching for more, and he knew it had found a new source. The living breathing entity of unforgiving heat that could engulf hundreds of acres, only needed a little spark to ignite all over again, only Keanu wasn’t going to allow it if he could stop it. He ignored their questions knowing they were missing something. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, never a good sign when you were in the middle of a huge forest fire. “Hey, did you guys hear that?” Keanu asked.
“Shit, man, this gobbler is a fuck nut,” Brax McKay grumbled.
“Kea, all I can hear is my stomach rumbling.” Hal Aldridge grinned, his blond hair soaked with sweat.
“I swear something’s not right.” Keanu nodded in the direction of the burned out forest.
He couldn’t squash the feeling of doom as he looked through the smoke. His inner fire leapt to life, sending his senses on high alert. A small blaze could easily turn into something much larger with the dry conditions, and in Keanu’s opinion, it was a guarantee. They’d evacuated the surrounding homes, but it wasn’t always a certainty all families would get out.
“I’m going to scout around a bit, since we have about thirty minutes before pick-up. You guys head for the zone and wait for my call. If I’m not there when the DC shows, I’ll meet you at the next drop.” He tapped the radio attached to his suit.
“Yeah, right, boss. I don’t think so, I’m going with you,” Hal snorted, moving to stand by him.
“It’s cool. I’ll go by myself. It’s probably nothing.” Keanu shrugged.
Hal shook his head. “Let’s go.”
The group of smokejumpers paused and Keanu nodded to Brax. He knew Hal would follow him regardless. They left the other six members of their team and headed in the direction that Keanu sensed the disturbance. The overwhelming feeling persisted. Someone was trapped in the middle of the blaze. He could feel it in his bones. They needed to locate him or her quickly, or there wouldn’t be anything left to find.
Several minutes later, they stood on the outskirts of an already evacuated community. Keanu considered calling a stop to their search, fearing he was too late. There were towering homes to his right, less than a hundred yards away, and blackened earth to his left.
“Kea, if there was someone here, they must’ve gotten out.”
Keanu wasn’t sure how Hal knew he was searching for a person, but he had figured out early on Hal was every bit as sensitive as he was.
