Highest Rank: #1 Werewolf MATURE CONTENT DONT READ IF YOU CANT HANDLE SEX SCENES Suddenly I was thrown onto the bed "All Mine!" Colton growled "Your beautiful curves and your beautiful face is all ..MINE" Colton moaned I arched my back and moaned at the heat that Colton was spreading throughout my body with just one touch. Suddenly he cupped my kitty whilst his breath fanned my ear. "This is my baby girl, Stella shes only for me and no one else. I am a man of my word Stella, and I do not like to share" Instead of words, only a series of whimpers manage to escape from my lips. Without warning Colton slid down my body until he was level with the place between my legs. I prepare myself for his next move but I find myself surprised when he begins.......talking to ....my kitty? "You missed me baby girl didn't you, it's okay papi missed you too." he cooed All I could do was just lay there and watch in awe as he spoke to one of my intimate body parts as if it was its own person. "you want me to eat you out baby girl, I can do that" he growled Not even a second later I watch as Colton dives his face between my legs and my back arches as his tongue attacks. DISCLAIMER: • I am not a perfect writer, so there will be some mistakes that I still need to edit. • Do not repost MY WORK without my permission first. • This is a fast paced romance novel, so do not comment anything about how fast it is going

*2014 WATTY AWARD WINNER* In order to solve the mystery surrounding her father's death, eighteen-year-old Naomi Noble is forced to move back to her hometown of Harbor Village. But her arrival creates more questions than answers, not to mention more problems. Encouraged by her deceptively charming grandfather, Naomi is roped into becoming a Leader of the Garou-the oldest Werewolf Pack in existence. Except her newfound status comes with a price, including the attention of a dangerous Vampire with the power to take her life...and her heart. Can she survive long enough to uncover the truth about her father and save her Pack from a Supernatural war? Or will her enemies get the best of her? Hate and love will be her biggest weapons... if they don't consume her first. *If you'd like to read a more updated version of this story, please check out my profile! Thanks guys! Cover design by Cheryl Ramirez www.CCRBookCoverDesign.com UPDATE - if you enjoy this book, please check out the sequel, The Bones of the Pack. Just click on my profile and it'll take you straight to it. Happy reading!!! : )

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.