"It means that I want you to fuck me. Hard," She ripped the vest that limited their contact, tugging it away like a wanton woman. "I want you to take control of me, of my body," She dauntlessly divulged her inner cravings, placing open mouthed kisses along his jaw. "Fuck me from behind, while pulling my hair," She let go of his wrist to slightly tug at his deep, brown locks. Her kisses were now aimed at his neck. "Spank me, when I do something wrong," She kissed his chest and marginally slammed her hips against his, earning a deep moan when their limbs collided. "Push inside me, grope me, play with me as you please, suck me inside out, until I'm begging- pleading for release." Her mouth closed on his nipple, biting it lightly, a loud groan ripping out of his throat.
~*~
The six-footed Beta of the largest Pack, Dylan Rodriguez, has everything he could ever ask for; a title, a reputation, beloved friends, family and Pack mates. He is the epitome of chivalry, a recherché attribute in hot-headed werewolves.
When he discovers that the Pack's most loathed Slut, Amelia Anderson, is his mate, he risks everything he had for her.
The problem? She wants a hot, dominating Alpha Male, not some meek, shy, insecure Beta.
When two clashing personalities meet, smoke rises and drama happens. Join them in their love story containing sacrifices, change and obviously, smut.
Beta Gabriel Lodge.
Beta to one of the most feared men in the country whilst being a terrifying one himself.
He's not really sure what drew him to choose Adelaide as a mate. Maybe it was her soft beauty or her strong soul. All he knew is that when he saw her, he wanted her.
Adelaide Greyson's friend was chosen by the most feared Alpha in the country at the Mating Ceremony.
So when she runs to Adelaide's house for comfort, Adelaide ends up meeting Alpha Donnelly's, Beta.
And what Beta Lodge wants, he gets.
Adelaide must adjust to her new life but it's not as simple as she would have liked.
*****
The intimate position makes my cheeks heat up.
He looked down at me, to my bruised cheek.
"You've been with me for only one day and you were already hurt," he said thickly and then let out a frustrated sigh, "you're too nice to be with me. You're too soft."
Concern creased his features and I looked at him with wide eyes.
"What's wrong with being soft?"