Xan’s Feisty
Mate
Iron Wolves Book
2
A FEMALE SHIFTER LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO
LOVE.
THE ALPHA WITH AN ATTITUDE. WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN SOMEONE THREATENS THE WOMAN HE DENIES IS HIS? FUR AND BLOOD WILL FLY.
Breezy
has loved Xan Carmichael for years, but she’s tired of trying to get him to
notice her. She’s suffered long enough and is ready to move on.
Xan
didn’t want a mate, but when someone tries to harm the only woman who had
called to him and his wolf, he’s ready to rip the world apart to keep her safe.
The
past has a way of coming back and haunting your present, and Breezy has just
become the focus of a deranged killer. Will Xan and the rest of the Iron Wolves
be able to save her before whoever is out to end her life succeeds, or will the
stubborn alpha claim her in time?
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Xan’s Feisty Mate
Adult Excerpt
Breezy couldn’t believe her ears. Xan was saying everything
she’d ever wanted to hear. Could she believe him? What if he changed his mind?
Wolves mated for life she reassured herself, except in her parent’s case, she
didn’t know of any other wolves who separated. She took a deep breath and
nodded.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“You’re my mate, Xan.”
He bent and kissed her, a sweet so unlike Xan kiss, she felt
tears well again. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it?” His thumbs brushed away
her tears.
She smiled. “You really can be sweet.”
His hands reached for her ribs and began tickling. “Take it
back. I am a big, bad ass motherfucker.”
His teasing was a surprise, endearing him to her even more.
“You’re that, too. So, when does this debauchery begin?”
Her words had him going stone still. “We don’t need to do it
now. I can wait a day or two.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “I’ve waited twenty-seven
years. I think I’ve wanted you since I knew what it meant to want a man.
There’s no reason to wait, unless you’re not up for the task.” She looked
pointedly down at his lap. The large erection evident. Thankfully she was a
nurse and knew he would fit, even though he looked like he’d stuffed a third
arm down his sweats.
“Woman, you truly are a bad girl. Damn, I’m a lucky bastard.” He
lifted them both in one motion from their seated position in the recliner, her
arms went around his neck making him realize she trusted him with her safety.
“Hmm, I think I might be the lucky one.” She traced his lips
with her tongue, making him stumble.
A swat on her ass had her yelping. “That’s one. I owe you
nineteen more.”
The sting his slap caused didn’t hurt, but she tensed the entire
walk to his room, until he kicked the door shut. “Xan, I’m not into spankings
and stuff.” With her arms around his neck, her legs locked around his waist,
she explained about her childhood, and the beatings she’d endured on a regular
basis from her mother. By the time she finished, minutes had passed, and Xan
maneuvered them onto the big bed.
“Oh, honey, your mother needs to be strung up by her fingers and
have her eyes plucked out one by one. That’s just for starters. I’d like to…”
She stopped his tirade with a kiss. His vehemence on her behalf was endearing,
but she didn’t want anyone else in their bedroom.
“I only told you so you’d understand where I’m at. I don’t know
if I can be what you want. If you want to stop before we start, I’ll
understand.” It would kill her, especially if he chose, or when he chose
another. She’d have to leave the pack, but that would be better than knowing
she couldn’t be what he needed.
“Your mother has no place here with you and me. We will do only
what feels good for the both of us. However, I will spank your ass if you put
yourself in danger.” He growled.
She swallowed but nodded. “I’ll do the same to you.”
He laughed. “Good luck with that.”
He twisted their bodies so she lay under him. “Now, where were
we?” As his head bent and his mouth covered hers, she forgot about everything
except how much she wanted him.
One big hand skimmed up her side, slipping beneath her borrowed
T-shirt. Her stomach muscles jumped under his touch. Her nipples beaded, begging
for his attention, which he quickly gave as his nimble fingers found one
hardened tip, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
She pressed her pussy up against the thigh he’d inserted between
her legs, and clutched at his back. “Don’t stop, oh god.”
He moved his thigh a little faster, pinched his fingers and
kissed her at the same time. She cried out, coming on a scream, but feeling
empty.
Breezy sucked in a deep breath, needing to feel him inside her.
Her hands worked at the waistband of his sweats, but he stopped her. “Slow
down.”
“Fuck that. I want you in me.”
He chuckled. “You’ll have me. I want you so damn much I hurt,
but let’s make sure you’re ready.”
Xan lifted up and she stared at his face, amazed at the control
he had. He straddled her legs, keeping her from moving and frustration ate at
her. “What the hell?”
The diabolical man laughed. “Ssh. I’ll take care of you.” He
whisked the shirt over her head, staring down at her breasts, then he bent and
licked one then the other tip. “Fucking beautiful.” He pushed her breasts
together and buried his face between them. “One day I’ll slide my dick between
these, and fuck you here while you lick the tip till I come.”
She moaned. “You’re going to make me a nympho.”
“That’s my girl.” He continued to kiss and lick her in little
nips, moving down her stomach.
Breezy watched his blond hair pause by her belly button, his
tongue swirl around the little indent as his hands tucked into the leggings.
“Lift up.”
She helped him shove her borrowed pants down and watched as they
sailed over the side of the bed. His big hands lifted her legs, and spread her
for his broad shoulders. Uncaring that the lights in the room were on and he
could see every single imperfect ounce of her body, Breezy fell back on the
bed, moaning at the first touch of his tongue on her.
He hummed, his hands holding her open while his lips, teeth and
tongue brought her to another climax within minutes. Breezy wasn’t sure if it
was normal to come so quickly, but she squeezed her eyes shut, clutched the
bedding below her and bit her lip instead of screaming out his name.
“I want to hear you. Feel you when you come.” Xan grabbed her
hand and put it in his hair.
His eyes glowed up at her almost feral in their expression.
He used the flat of his tongue, becoming more aggressive. She
stroked her fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky texture, sure she
couldn’t come again, when he pushed a finger inside her.
She closed her eyes, the feel of the thick digit working in and
out new, yet an added pleasure. Her thighs gripped him, and she pushed up
against his face. Another finger entered her, his speed increased, and then he
was licking and sucking her clit with more vigor. He wiggled his tongue, the
raspy texture and rougher caress drove her mindlessly closer to a third climax.
She panted, and cried out his name, one hand fisting in his hair, the other
digging into his shoulder.
“Oh, yes. Xan, right there. Harder.”
Xan eased out from between her legs, licking his fingers. “You
taste delicious. I think I will make a meal of you morning, noon and night.”
“We will never get anything done, and we have jobs to do.” She
reminded him.
“Fine, then breakfast and dinner.” He kissed her stomach, then
stood and tossed his pants to the side.
He surprised her when he crawled on top of her, holding his
weight off of her with his strength. “You realize once we do this you’re mine
forever. Actually, you’re already mine, so there is no going back. I’m going to
mark you and hope like fuck you plan to mark me.”
Breezy looked up at him. “I’m going to mark you so big nobody
will be able to miss it, Xander Fucking Carmichael.”
He laughed. “Does that make you Breezy Fucking Carmichael?”
“I’ll get that tattooed on my ass for you.”
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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Mystic Wolves
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His Perfect Wolf
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Paranormal
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Berserker’s Rage
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Mind Bender,
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Shifters Erotic
Iron Wolves MC
Lyric’s Accidental
Mate
Contemporary
Romance
Miami Nights
Miami Inferno
Miami Blaze,
Coming Summer 2016
Phantom Force
Delta Salvation,
Coming March/April
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