MATE OF THE WEREWOLF (Changeling Encounters: An Erotic Paranormal Sex Story Of Sexual Blackmail And Domination) (3 page)

His voice held a hint of laughter.

"I wasn't calling for you. I was just thinking about
something that pertained to you." She answered him in a pseudo
dignified tone, knowing damn well that her body had been calling to
him.

I know exactly what you were thinking about, love.
The same thing that haunts me night and day. We belong together,
Grace.

Shit. He was using a low, seductive voice that
aroused her to the point of insanity.

"You are not going to blackmail me into this. I am
going to find a place for my animals." She lied as she tried to be
strong. She knew she couldn't place them all. She was scrambling
for more funding...but failing miserably. Even if she put every
penny she had personally into the sanctuary, it wouldn't last long.
After struggling through school on her own, she was still paying on
an enormous amount of student loans. And her savings were
pathetic.

You have to be the most hard-headed woman I've ever
met.

She could feel his soft sigh drift through her
mind.

"And you are the most arrogant, high-handed male I've
ever met." She told him adamantly. "You have to be an alpha," she
muttered to herself.

I've always been an alpha, love.

His tone was casual, as though he were stating a
simple fact.

She left the shower and dried herself, taking a
nightshirt from the drawer and pulling it over her head. As she
slipped into bed she asked him softly, "Will you answer some of my
questions?" Her curiosity overcame her anger. She didn't have to be
his mate to get answers.

Ask me anything. Just talk to me.

She heard the loneliness and yearning in his voice,
calling to her, compelling her to ease his pain.

She started questioning…and he answered without
hesitation, baring his soul to his mate.

Zero days to go, and no more counting!

Today
was her deadline and Grace was in
turmoil. It was Sunday and she had the day off. She wanted to go to
the sanctuary, but for the first time in her life, something else
took priority over her beloved animals.

Her heart felt torn apart. The truth was...she wanted
Noah. They had started talking five days ago and rarely stopped.
She was as used to having him in her mind as she was accustomed her
own thoughts.

There was little she didn't know about him. Her
werewolf might be an alpha, but he wasn't a bastard. He had a good
heart. She could sense it. She knew his passion for protecting
animals and many other things about him intrigued her, drew her to
him. They shared so many common interests that it was almost
frightening.

Like we really are destined for each other.

She knew that what he said was true. Neither of them
would have a happy life without the other. Noah was the only one
that could fill all of the vacant holes in her lonely life.

Grace’s real problem was his ultimatum. She hated his
blackmail tactics and didn't want to give in. Succumbing to
blackmail was no way to start a very long life together. Once he
marked her, they would live on for hundreds of years and it would
grate at her at how he had obtained her agreement to become his
mate. If she agreed, the resentment would always be there, always
come between them.

She glanced at the clock. Four o'clock. She had four
hours to decide.

She threw in her laundry and cleaned her apartment,
but her stubborn butt didn't go to him
. I just can’t do it. I
can’t.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she looked at the
clock, blurred by the flood of moisture that seemed never-ending.
Five more minutes.

I'm not pulling my funding, Grace.

Noah. Her heart skipped a beat. His voice sounded sad
and resigned.

"Why? I'm not coming to you," she asked him
curiously.

I can't. Since I've come to know you...I can't do
it…and I don’t want you that way. I know how much the sanctuary
means to you. I can’t let you lose it. It would break your
heart.

Grace smiled, her heart leaping with joy. She grabbed
her keys and purse and raced to her car. She had all of his
personal information and knew exactly where he lived.

"Thank you, Noah. That means a lot to me," she
answered softly, her heart thumping rapidly.

No problem. I just wanted you to know. I didn't want
you to worry about it. I can feel your sadness, and I can’t bear
it. I want you to be happy. I should have never threatened you. The
mating instinct had control.

She felt him slip out of her mind as she drove the
ten minutes necessary to get to his house, the jagged pieces of her
heart mending. Noah had put her needs before his own, proving
she
was more important than him getting exactly what he
wanted. Now…she wanted to give him what he wanted, meet his needs.
Every single carnal one he had.

She smiled as she pulled into his open front gate.
His house was beautiful. The two-story brick structure blended with
nature. Ivy climbed the sides and his house was surrounded by an
array of flowers and plants. His lawn was green and perfectly
manicured.

A sense of peace settled over Grace. She breathed in
the fragrant flowers as she got out of her car, feeling like she
was finally home.

She could hear dogs barking as she neared the front
door and she smiled.

Of course he has dogs.

Noah opened the door before she could knock, and she
was very nearly bowled over by two large German shepherds. She
laughed as they crept around their master and rushed to greet her.
She murmured to them softly as she let them scent her, stroking
their heads.

"Go play." His voice was stern and the dogs raced off
into the yard.

"You knew I was here." She cocked her head and looked
at him.

His face looked tormented and he didn't meet her
eyes. "I could scent you. I can always scent you stronger when
you’re close. Why are you here? I gave you what you wanted."

She nudged him into the house and closed the door
behind them. "Yes and no. I didn't want to be blackmailed...but I
didn't get what I really wanted."

"What do you really want? If it's more funding...it's
yours. You can have whatever you want." His voice was monotone, but
she knew he was anything but uncaring.

She reached up and grabbed his head, forcing him to
meet her eyes. "I want to mate with you, Noah. I just didn't want
to be blackmailed into it. That would have eventually destroyed us.
I'm miserable without you."

His gorgeous face transformed as he looked at her
with disbelief. "You'll mate with me?"

"I love you, Noah. I know we haven't known each other
very long...but I know I can't be happy without you." She told him
honestly.

He growled as he scooped her up into his arms. He
took the stairs three at a time, an action that had her in his
bedroom in seconds.

"You work fast." She laughed as he set her on her
feet beside his king- sized bed. The bedroom was classy - subdued
earth tones with classic furniture.

"I don’t want to give you a chance to change your
mind.” His voice was a mixture of longing and a trace of fear.

Grace reached for her tank top and pulled it over her
head. She yanked the ties of her drawstring shorts and wiggled them
off her hips, letting them drop to the floor. Her sandals slipped
off easily. She stood before him in a black bra and thong before
she answered. "I'm not about to change my mind." She pulled the
clip from her hair and let it hit the floor. "Fuck me, Noah. I need
you. I'm not afraid of your wolf anymore."

Noah’s jaw dropped and his face flushed with desire.
"I won't hold back, Grace. Not this time. I can't," he warned her
in a husky voice as he tore open his jeans and pulled them off,
never taking his eyes from her. His shirt was unbuttoned and he let
it slip to the floor.

He was gloriously naked and extremely aroused. His
cock stood at attention and she knew he was rock hard. She also
knew how to inflame the wolf. "I'm all yours. If you can catch
me."

She scrambled over the bed, landing on the other
side. Noah had once told her that nothing made a Changeling wolf in
the mating phase more insane than the thrill of the chase.

She laughed as he rolled over the bed and she
scampered away to the other side.

"Don't push me, woman." His voice was feral and wild
and she shivered as it vibrated through her body. She liked this
game. The hunt was on. Her instincts told her to let him work for
her…and she did.

She kept darting away from him and he pursued her hot
and heavy, stalking her with intensity and fire in his eyes. The
dance continued until her panties were drenched and she was panting
with need.

He caught her as she failed to move fast enough to
roll across the bed to the other side of the room. He took her
down, pinning her to the bed as he ripped at her bra and panties.
They were toast, but she didn't care. They were both gasping, wild
with volatile need.

His hand dipped between her legs, groaning at the
wetness that met his fingertips. His mouth covered hers with savage
desperation.

Grace met his wildness with her own primitive
passion. She felt it rise up to meet his, knowing she needed this
mating almost as much as he did. She met his tongue with a
fierceness she didn’t know she was capable of. Her tongue dueled
with his, fucking his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck
tightly. His fingers stroked through her wetness, sliding over her
clit at a frantic pace.

She was desperate for him. She tore her mouth from
his and grasped his hard cock.

"Fuck me, Noah. Hard. Deep. Fast. Make me your mate,"
she panted.

He flipped her over. Her face hit the pillow as he
pulled her ass up toward him, his hands caressing the perfect
globes. "You have a delectable ass. Just perfect for this" His hand
came down on her cheeks firmly. The smacks were just hard enough to
sting, leaving her squirming, and even more aroused.

Grace moaned, knowing what was coming. She was about
to get her punishment for making him chase her. Noah’s mating
instincts flared into red hot need, and he wanted her submission.
She smiled as she felt the burn, as her pussy flooded. The erotic
jolts felt good.

She heard him grunt as he stroked over her burning
ass cheeks, apparently satisfied that he had mastered her. His hand
slid into her saturated folds, stroking her lightly, infuriatingly
teasing her.

"Please, Noah. Fuck me." She knew every button to
push…and she pushed them without remorse. Her need made him insane
and her begging made him come undone.

"Mine," the feral word ripped from his throat as he
grasped his cock. He plunged into her welcoming, wet channel with a
hard thrust. He spread her legs wide and buried himself to his
balls, grabbing her hips to pull them up to meet his hard
entry.

Grace let out a strangled cry of satisfaction as they
joined. Noah filled her so completely. He stretched her, forcing
her channel to expand and accept him.

He started a heated, rapid pace as his cock slid in
and out of her needy channel. Their mating was insane and
desperate, both of them completely abandon and incredibly needy,
savoring the volatile nature of their joining.

Noah’s strokes were deep, their skin meeting with a
violent force. She whimpered his name as she slammed her hips back
against him. Her fists clenched the pillow, her body rocking with
every powerful entry.

Grace could feel her climax building. A scream caught
in her throat, coming out as a raspy wail as her orgasm hit
full-force. Her channel walls clenched as she flooded Noah's cock
with her hot cream. She could feel herself contracting and
releasing, massaging his furiously pumping cock.

His body came down to cover hers and suddenly,
shockingly, she felt the sharp bite of his teeth on her shoulder.
The pain was fleeting before she was flooded with an erotic
pleasure that flowed through her being. Their joining was erotic
and chaotic. She could feel them binding together, becoming
one.

Noah howled and threw his head back. His cry was long
and loud, proclaiming his victory and her surrender. He pulled her
hips flush against his as he released his hot seed deep within her
womb with a growl, “Mine.”

Grace collapsed on the bed, her face flushed and her
breathing ragged. Noah dropped next her and pulled her tightly
against him. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling and exhaling
deeply as he held her. They stayed just like that until their
senses returned and their breathing and heart rates quieted.

"Holy shit!" Noah groaned softly.

Grace snuggled into his warmth, knowing exactly what
was in his head. She couldn't think of the words to express how she
felt, but Noah already knew, already sensed her emotions.

"I love you, Noah." She settled for the words that
tumbled from her mouth without thinking.

He held her tightly, his arms trembling. "I love you
so much it might kill me, Grace."

She smiled softly and pulled back to meet his eyes.
"I think not. I want you with me forever. Although I might
challenge you occasionally."

He gave her a wolfish grin. "You know I love a
challenge."

"I know. I doubt you'll be disappointed." She told
him with a knowing smile.

“Mine.” He ran his hand over the marking on her
shoulder. "You are a miracle, Grace. You could never disappoint
me," he told her sincerely.

Grace kissed him tenderly. She knew he wouldn't
always see her as a miracle. They would fight because he was a born
alpha and she had a stubborn streak. Sometimes she would give him
his way because she understood his nature…and sometimes she would
push back.

But they would love. Fiercely and deeply. She could
feel the connection between them, invisible threads that would
never allow them to part.