Wolf Games: Granite Lake Wolves, Book 3 (16 page)

seeming weakness was deceptive, every urge in his body clamored to find someplace safe to hide her away

from the world and the misery in it.

But it was her world. He didn’t know the first damn thing about protecting her from it.

Her teeth scraped his arm through his sleeve, and she stumbled out of the circle of his arms. “I’m

sorry. I just—I’m losing it.” Her eyes had gone wild, and she dragged her shirt over her head as she kicked

off her sandals.

Too late he realized what the power gathering around her meant. “Are you going to run?”

“I have to, Derek.” Her skirt billowed to the ground, and she tore at her underwear. “Come with me.

Please.”

“Of course.” His instincts wouldn’t let him stay there while she ran off by herself. Derek tugged his

T-shirt over his head, anticipation prickling along his skin. The heat that preceded a change stole through

him, something hot and heavy and tinged with a lust fueled by Nick’s naked body.

Her wolf must have been close the surface, because she’d barely hit the ground when the air around

her shimmered and then pulsed with energy that washed over him in a hot wave. She stood before him, a

small gray wolf who shook and pawed impatiently at the grass under them. Derek yanked at his belt and

kicked off his boots, itching with the need to join her.

The change was usually easy, but he’d never done it in front of Nick before. He was far too aware of

his body’s reaction, of the fact that he was hard and aroused and shaking under the force of the magic.

Closing his eyes, he sucked in a breath and reached for that flickering bit of power inside him, the animal

waiting just below the surface.

It felt like magic because it was. Pleasure pounded through him and his skin tingled, and he crouched

down and gave in to it. The most natural feeling in the world, because now he was
free
…

Instinct lifted his face, and the wolf howled pleasure at being let loose. When his exultant howl faded,

he found Nick watching him. After a moment, she yipped and took off toward the woods.

Her scent enflamed him. Her challenge entranced him. Human concerns bled away as he launched

himself after her, wanting nothing more in the world than to run at her side.

Nick’s muscles burned. She had to focus on breathing, on drawing in one gulp of muggy night air

after another. That was exactly what she wanted, to occupy her mind with something other than the fact

that, one way or another, her sister might die.

Even if she hadn’t heard him, she would have sensed Derek behind her, a warm zing of magic that

dovetailed perfectly with her own. He felt solid,
right
, with his trampling steps echoing hers.

She knew he’d follow her until exhaustion claimed him, if it didn’t take her first. But it was too hot to

run for long, and Nick stumbled over a fallen log and tumbled to the ground under an ancient oak tree.

Letting go of the wolf was easier with fatigue quelling her nervousness. Twigs snapped under hands

and feet instead of paws, and she collapsed onto a bed of moss, her chest heaving.

Fire.
If it had only been the pull of exertion, she could have ignored it. But the change burned through

her and scraped her nerve endings into a vicious flurry of arousal. “Derek,” she rasped.

It took him longer to regain human form, but soon enough he crouched at her feet, his muscular chest

straining under his panting breaths. He looked massive in the moonlight filtering through the trees, a

hulking giant of tanned skin stretched over hard muscles. When he lifted his head, she caught a glimpse of

eyes still glinting yellow.

His gaze caught hers and drifted down her body, the stare so blatantly sexual it stole her breath. One

hand dropped to her ankle, and his large fingers encircled it easily. “Tell me to stop.”

She couldn’t. She
wouldn’t
. “No.”

Derek dragged her ankles apart and dropped to his knees between her legs. He tickled his fingers up

her calves as he jerked his gaze to hers again. “Put your hands over your head.”

Sheer primal instinct drove her to obey. She licked her lips and exhaled a shuddering breath. “I need

you.”

“Not as much as I need you.” His thumb traced along the inside of her knee, a small teasing caress

that vanished when he moved his hands to the ground on either side of her hips. He loomed over her, his

wide shoulders blocking out the light filtering through the trees.

His expression was wild. Feral. His gaze locked with hers, and he shuddered. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The answer would have been the same even if she hadn’t been aching to feel his skin against

hers, even if they hadn’t spent the last few days learning about each other. “With my life.”

A rumbling noise of approval started deep in his chest and escaped his lips as he lowered them to her

breast. His tongue circled the tip in a teasing flick, and he drew her nipple into his mouth with another low

noise.

Nick tried to stifle the cry that accompanied the sharp rush of pleasure, but it rolled out of her between

clenched teeth. Her back arched off the ground, toward his mouth, and she barely remembered not to move

her hands.

She felt the scrape of teeth, then the heat of his mouth disappeared. A low, masculine laugh rose as he

nuzzled her stomach and dropped tiny kisses on her damp skin. “I can smell how hot you are for me.”

Something witty should have popped to mind, the perfect rejoinder to his soft, sexy words. “I want

you so bad it hurts. I always have.”

He dragged his tongue up the center of her chest before veering off to nip at her shoulder. “And now

you have me.”

Do I?
The words hung in her throat as the throbbing need in her body grew worse. Her skin flamed

wherever he touched her, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. “Derek, please.” Her fingers curled into

the mossy earth above her head. “Let me have you.”

His teeth closed on her neck, hard and possessive, and he groaned against her skin and shifted his

weight above her. One hand skated over her hip and slipped between her legs, and his fingers stroked

through slick folds. He lifted his head and watched her, his face tight. “I want to see you come,” he growled

a moment before his fingers centered on her clit.

She thrust her hips up with a whimper. He touched her as if he’d been doing it forever, as if he knew

every inch of her already. Desire took over, and she felt him watching as she bit her lip and arched her head

back. “Don’t stop.”

He
did
, but only long enough for his thumb to replace his fingers. Then his fingers shifted lower,

easing into her as he groaned. “God damn it, Nicky.
Come.
Come so I can be inside you.”

“I need—” Her words melted into another desperate cry as the pinpoints of heat and pleasure scattered

through her began to gather and tighten. “Kiss me.”

Who said being eaten by the big bad wolf was a bad thing?

Little Red and the Wolf

© 2010 Alison Paige

Maizie Hood struggles to keep her bakery turning a profit, her landlord from evicting her, and her

dear Granny in a nursing facility. Wrestling with the decision to sell Gran’s cottage is hard enough. The last

thing she needs is her childhood big-bad-wolf nightmares turning into real-life adult fantasies. Sexy

businessman Gray Lupo’s sudden interest just makes matters worse. Is he the answer to her problems, or

just a wolf in gentleman’s Armani?

Since his wife was killed twenty-one years ago, Gray’s life has been focused on two things: protecting

the pack and avoiding the grown daughter of his wife’s killers. When it becomes clear he can’t do one

without compromising the other, Gray finds playing “big bad wolf” to Maizie Hood’s “Little Red” is a role

he enjoys far more than he expected.

A
real
bad wolf’s attack on Maizie changes everything. Gray can’t deny the pull she has on his

instincts—and his heart. Suddenly he finds himself taking on a role he never thought he’d want, as her

protector and mate. Until the truth about his connection to her nightmarish past comes to light…

Warning: This book contains cookies, pastries, pies, hot-guy-on-girl sex and animalistic passion, all

for zero calories. Enjoy!

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Little Red and the Wolf:

Jeezus, he hated that they’d done this to her. But he couldn’t help his excitement at her awakening

senses and the enhanced need that would come with them. He wanted her. He had from the moment he’d

seen her at Green Acres.

His wolf had known all along, and he’d tried to ignore it. But now with the virus pumping through her

veins, the wild scent of the pack rising through her skin, he couldn’t deny it, couldn’t resist her. He was

helpless. His wolf wanted its mate.

Maizie reached for him. Her long slender fingers lightly feeling over the smooth head of his cock, the

ropey veins bulging along the shaft. Even seeing it coming, Gray’s lungs seized at her touch, his body

tightening. Her gaze flicked to his, her smile a permanent fixture on her face. She held him, not a firm

palmed grip but enough that when she tugged he followed.

Three steps was all it took and Maizie’s soft red lips parted over him. Her tongue explored the

textures, swirling and flicking, making him lean into the feel of it. He pushed deeper into her, her right

hand loose around the base, stroking what she had left to take. Her mouth pulled on him, sweet, wet suction

that drew sensation from every part of his body like strings on a puppet.

She went down on him farther, and back with greater suction. Down and back and then again to the

hilt. Gray’s hips pumped with each draw, until he was fucking her mouth, as hard and fast as she could take

him. Every thrust he went deeper, and Maizie took it, grabbed his balls, his ass and demanded more.

He held her head with both hands, his fingers digging into her thick fiery hair. His hips rocked,

thrusting his shaft between her lips, feeling the sharp scrape of teeth, the hard pull of suction. He’d come

like this if he wasn’t careful.

Fuck. Sensation thrummed through his veins, swirling, building in his groin, feeling better and better

by the second. He wanted to come. It felt so damn good. No. He could hold off a few seconds longer, enjoy

it just a little more. Maizie’s hands began a wicked tease. She rolled his balls through her fingers, caressed,

and tugged. Her other hand slipped around his ass, traced the line of his cheeks, teasing, searching for his

anus.

The sensation stormed through his body faster than he’d expected, a wash of heat and delicious

pleasure crashing through his tenuous control—a flash of release.

He came before he could stop himself. He pulled out, holding her back before he lost any more of his

load. Jeezus, it’d been decades since anyone had out-fucked him. He controlled his body. He couldn’t

remember the last time someone had managed to seduce that control away, even a little.

Maizie licked her lips, tasting him, eyes questioning. “What’s wrong?”

“Your turn.” The wolf growled in him, panting. She’d awakened the beast as she’d been doing for

days, only this time he’d have his fill.

Gray pulled her to her feet, held her until he was sure she’d found her balance. She kept most of her

weight on one leg, her hands braced, one on the back tiled wall, the other on the glass wall.

Arms out, her breasts seemed gifted to him, and he couldn’t resist a quick caress, feeling the

roundness, the supple give when he squeezed, the hard nipples straining beneath the lace. Her back arched,

pressing into his palms and Gray gave a final squeeze, a quick pinch, a gentle tug.

He knelt, hooked his fingers on the waistband of her sweats, catching her panties as well, and drew

them down over her hips.

He teased them both, pulling slow over the round of her hips until the first reddish curls peeked over

the edge. A little lower and he could see the top slit of her pussy. He stopped, leaned in and flicked his

tongue in the crease.

She gasped. He pushed his tongue firmer between the lips, tasting her cream even as he found her clit.

She moaned, tried to open her legs further, but her sweats held her. She curved her hips, pressing her sex

into his face and Gray breathed her in.

No sugar here, but plenty of spice and the heady scent of woman. Sweet Jeezus, he could live in that

scent. His teasing, slow reveal had suddenly become a torture. He yanked her sweats to her ankles and only

remembered her injured calf when she cringed.

“Shit. Maizie…”

“Fine. I’m fine. Don’t stop. Please God…” She lifted one foot free and opened wide, grabbed his head

and pulled his face to her pussy.

Gray smiled even as he drew his tongue from the opening at her sex up to her clit. She moaned loud

with the feel of his mouth on her and so he did it again. It was most likely the virus that made her so bold,

but he didn’t care. He liked it. A lot.

The tops of her inner thighs were wet, her curls glistening, and Gray slipped his finger between her

swollen flesh, finding the tight slick entrance. Her muscles pulsed, gripped his finger and welcomed a

second, her cream hot on the back of his knuckles. She was on fire, so needy he fought to take things slow,

to please her before he gave in and fucked her so hard she’d scream his name. Every primal instinct inside