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

2016 Watty Award Winner for Most VORACIOUS Read Sample only. This book is PUBLISHED! How do you tell yourself not to breathe? He is my mate, and she is his everything. But he chose her, against every single instinct that we both know. For that, I have been whipped, shunned, shamed, disgraced, and broken. All for one moment of madness, I could not control. After two years, I left, unable to bear the pain and loneliness anymore. That was then. This is now. I am back, and I am not the juvenile I was. I am now a fully grown female. I feel his eyes on me, but I can't. I won't. I shouldn't. Time has healed my wounds, but not the deep scars the whip seared into my flesh or his indifference to my heart. Each breath is a pain, and his scent overwhelms me. But I can smell her in it. He still will not give her up, despite his own body crawling with a deep, physical desire that only a mate can satisfy. I breathe: I exist, barely. I am a midwife. I bring life into a cruel world that haunts me every day, and the Doctor I work with is the only one in this pack who holds faith in me. He is the one person who stands up for me - and I feel light again when I am with him. What kind of life is this when two mates cannot be together, yet every part of their primal soul yearns for it infinitely? What kind of cruel moon would torture a she-wolf like this? I can't go on, but I must. Whatever happens, I must attend to my purpose and give my miserable life some meaning; perhaps I can snatch some joy in pieces, but now I see that he needs me - but he also wants her too. How do you tell yourself not to breathe?