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  “Do you want to know what she said or not.” And damned if he didn’t prop his chin on his fist, jostled his legs to the bed’s opposite side.

  Blade’s long sighs had rubbed off on me. “Of course I do.”

  “Really not much to say. They’re in good hands. The three of them had been engaged in ménage for some time. In a nutshell, they fell in love, escaped the wrath of their feuding Alphas, and sought new beginnings in an abandoned lair a mile or so outside our perimeter. While hunting, two off-duty guards ran across the threesome and coaxed them to our community. Saba said they’ve been evaluated and passed threat tests. They’re of age but with only eleventh-grade educations. Raleigh’s taking all three to our Northern Colorado packing company. There, they’ll get OJT and earn their GEDs. Our most devoted employees have outperformed all others for us, Hamm. I don’t know what we’d do without Saba Izidro and Raleigh Gaudet.”

  I liked hearing “our,” “us,” and “we,” legitimizing our relationship and our future. We’d discussed plans for Valley Rehabilitation Center, its future subsidiaries, and my management role. Dad wasn’t thrilled by any means. Begrudgingly, he accepted the news. Thanks, Mom.

  Blade had also expressed his desire to have me sworn in as co-CEO of Villere Enterprises, once I learned the ropes. I was truly honored. And worried. Truthfully, my expertise embraced architecture and tracking, not business or economics. My days, weeks, and months ahead were cut out for me. I would survive them. I would make Blade proud of his mate.

  “Glad to hear it,” I said. Knowing the teens had survived and they were in good hands lifted the nagging burden off my shoulders. On the other hand, I knew damn well what we could do without Saba and Raleigh at this moment.

  Somebody banged hard on the bedroom door. Interruption after inter-fucking-ruption. “Breakfast!” Dad.

  He’d held onto a swatch of skepticism until the Villere pack captured Drake and brought the sleazy bastard here for punishment since he had taken part in Marcos’s corruption. Drake had not committed a “heinous” crime, so he was allowed to survive Fairchild’s group mauling, to live as a permanently broken outcast, never to leave this property, never to have friends. A lonely lifestyle for sure.

  The three humans who had defied Villere regulations were turned over to their proper authorities for prosecution. We didn’t give a shit about human justice really. No persons involved in anti-shifter schemes would ever set foot on our properties or occupy a place in any shifter endeavor. Anywhere in the world. Or they’d face the wrath of many. Communication links were powerful among our kind.

  There was only one major…one worrisome problem. The world had learned the unadulterated truth; Weres stalked the planet. An endangered, or dying, breed without Blade’s helpful generosity.

  He’d won over Fairchild’s Alpha with charisma, struck a lucrative deal with my father. Of course, Blade saving Dad’s eldest son’s life had a hand in Spencer Fairchild’s decision. Confidence, expertise, and plain-old gratefulness spurred Dad into handshaking, followed by a tentative male embrace. Plans to build sister rehab centers across the country and two overseas by next year should interest other shifter packs and councils.

  Enthused by future prospects, Kasey was considering leaving her current position as Dad’s marketing representative. She’d set her eyes on nursing school after spending quality time soothing Walker. Blade was amazed by his brother’s response to her gentleness.

  Gentleness? What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

  Dad was far less enthralled by his daughter’s forthcoming decision. C’est la vie. I suspect Spencer Fairchild thought Kasey was spending too much time with Walker. Good thing the chef’s scent was cloaked, in case he developed romantic feelings for Kasey. Not sure how I’d feel about a love connection between them, but hey, their long strolls in the forest kept the Mason quints at a distance.

  Mom, more curious than wary of the species, relentlessly interrogated the brothers, asking a host of surface and intimate questions, demanding thorough answers. Blade was open and animated about everything. Almost. No matter how hard Catherine Fairchild pressed and pried into their personal lives, both Weres cleverly skirted around Walker’s birthright.

  Cain decided on trade school to discover the joys of plumbing in hopes of gaining employment during sister VRC constructions. May the wolf goddess save us all with a pipe wrench affixed to my hot-tempered brother’s hand.

  As for Nick, Devon, and Tommy, I assured them their futures would be bright and wholesome, whether under Fairchild or Villere command.

  “Thanks, Dad. We’ll be right there,” Blade said and he sounded so damn happy to say two words. Mom. Dad. But that’s how close my family had gotten in little time. Thank you again, Mom, but I bet Dad was scowling outside the door, having an outsider now intimately on the inside of Fairchild pack.

  Meanwhile, I’d graduated magna cum laude for wolf bitch in First Heat, a constant hard-on threatening to tear through my jeans. My mate, as always over the last two, fucking days, didn’t seem to care. We’d slept together but not in the same bed until the early morning hours when I’d slipped into deep slumber, when Blade thought I’d moaned in pain. Those sounds were caused by horniness and woodies. He had preferred a goddamn nest of blankets near the open window. And he’d ignored my advances; my so-called love of my damn life changed the subject or left our bedroom or invited family members into said sanctuary for a frigging visit, if not, a tactical meeting.

  We’ll be right there, I mimicked badly, silently.

  “You know, Blade, I’ve had it with this coddling crap. My heart his in grand shape. My whole body is perfect again. No aches, no pains, no residual effects from silver. Better yet, my body’s about ready to burst with desire. I need to fuck you. Or you fuck me before I hump some-damn-body’s leg!”

  For Blade Villere to roar with laughter was a rare day on Earth, indeed, and powerful pheromones exploded thickly around us. He had been cloaking his lust, the teasing fucker, when we desperately needed to reacquaint our bodies and minds.

  However, in my current starving condition, I couldn’t ask for more from my devil werewolf as my jeans disappeared and he toppled me over the bed, his big body holding me to the mattress, bulky thighs parting mine. His kiss was warm, yet, frenzied, demanding of my uninhibited response, which I gave willingly. But this was my time to show evidence of my undiluted love.

  “I want to give you back the same love you’ve given me, babe,” I whispered softly. “I want to make love to you. Passionate love.”

  With little effort, I rolled Blade to his back, straddled his hips, clasped his hands, and pinned them on either side of his head. I stared into hazel eyes full of emotion, the same heartfelt sensations reigning in my soul.

  I leaned forward, hovered over his perfect lips, our breaths mingling, and leisurely glided my tongue over the curves, extracting a hiss from Blade. I traced the parted seam and slowly dipped into balmy flesh, skimmed the dark crevices, found the sharp points of his fangs had descended. Carefully, with patience, I stroked one from tip to gum and down again, teased until it lengthened. Blade’s fingers, sharp with claws, bit into the flesh on the backs of my hands.

  “You like that,” I murmured and chuckled quietly at his returned glare.

  And when I delicately caressed the second, he could not contain the growl or the buck of his hips. Between our bodies, his cock expanded, pulsed against my abdomen, oozed warm pre-cum.

  “You’re playing with fire, love. Don’t push it.”

  I would, I decided. Today I would. There were no limitations. No time constraints. No reason not to push him toward the edge.

  Fusing my lips to his, I sucked his tongue into my mouth, stroked, teased, and released, time and time again. The same tantalizing ceremony I planned for his rigid cock.

  I nipped his chin, licked a lazy path to his ear, delved, and nibbled.

  “Hamm.”

  I ignored the breathless plea. Instead, I worried the col
umn of his thick neck with nuzzling and sharp bites. Broke the skin. I lapped at the metallic flavor of his blood, felt an invigorating boost hardening my cock then licked the puncture marks. Blade’s metabolic repair quickly closed both wounds. Beneath me, he writhed and squirmed and cursed.

  Concentrating, I marked a blazing, wet trail down to his nipples. I pinched one budded nub, suckled and nipped at the other. My own buds felt the same sensations I gave to him, and I sucked harder and bit. The sting was undeniably erotic, but I could not let him take control.

  “Stop. Stop it right now. No magic. This is all for you. From me.”

  Blade groaned, squeezed his eyes shut, and gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles working overtime.

  I went back to work, worshiping every part of the body I loved so much, from chest to his stone-hard abdomen, circling around his throbbing cock, to the drawn-up twin sacs. While I tugged and rolled the pair with one hand, gradually, I pierced his puckered channel with my forefinger and thumb-teased the sensitive flesh between there and the sacs I fondled.

  “More,” Blade demanded.

  I complied, added another finger, twisted, curled, felt the muscles alternately contract and relax. “I want to see your hands on that big cock. Pump for me until I get there.” Adding a third finger to ease my cock’s eventual invasion, I thrust and withdrew in rapid succession.

  Knees bent, Blade dug his heels into the mattress, his hands gripping and pulling at his stiff rod, his pants harsh and uneven. My mouth watered seeing viscous fluid ooze from his cock’s slit. I licked my lips, wanting to taste.

  Gently, I freed my fingers from his tightness.

  “No!” came Blade’s nasty-sounding rejoinder.

  Later I’d get back to my planned tongue job. We had a lifetime together. Right now I had more important issues needing attention.

  I kissed his trembling thighs, moved up to my rightful place between them, and stopped his hands, forced him to release his cock. The head had mushroomed, the color a deep, angry rose—akin to the annoyed, flaming hue tainting his complexion when he heard me chuckling.

  “You...you bas—”

  I swarmed his cockhead with my mouth, his stiff length with my hands.

  “Oh, f-fuck,” was his next broken revelation.

  His scent was musky, his flavor tangy, spicy, and hotly invigorating like his blood. I milked him of pre-cum, swirled my tongue all around his cockhead, up and down the seam and sides, my teeth grazing the stretched, satin skin where enlarged veins pulsed. Deep throating his cock was impossible. Too big. I did what I could to entice; hands constantly in motion, pumping and squeezing, mouth suctioning, tongue tasting.

  And when I speared the leaking slit, Blade roared, truly roared. His hips bucked, his body convulsed, his fingers tangled in my hair. I had no reason to stop, no matter how much, or how hard, Blade pleaded.

  Needless to say, my parents and anyone who had shown up for breakfast (possibly the township too), surely heard his unbridled outburst and surely knew what went on in this room. It mattered not. This time was strictly for Blade, but I had a suspicion he would not climax or allow me to taste and swallow his seed.

  I had one option to shatter his resolve.

  Rising, I spread his knees apart, pressed the tip of my cock to his puckered entrance. I’d held back through the long ceremony leading up to this moment. Now, I was nearing the brink of blissful pleasure, watching my lover tilting precariously over the edge. Unlike the first time I’d fucked him, Blade was ready for me to make passionate love to him. My cockhead slipped inside without the slightest resistance.

  “Don’t hold back, Hamm. I need this, need you.”

  “Sure?”

  He nodded jerkily. “Hard.”

  If hard was what he wanted...I followed no one’s orders. I took my time, gliding slowly into heaven, slowly to the hilt, and Blade sucked in a surprised breath. As I leaned over him, I kissed his lips and held still, throbbing, enjoying the smoldering heat cocooning my cock while he adjusted to the gentle invasion.

  Over long minutes of sinful progression, I retreated then thrust forward slowly while we stared into each other’s eyes, while I manhandled his cock with harsh pulls, tight squeezes, and gentle twists. Blade urged me on, gentleness far from what he wanted, far from what he really needed. His unruly beast began to reveal itself; knees spreading wider, hips rising to meet my downward strokes, back arching when I backed away. And gleaming fangs burst forth.

  I pulled out. “Should I back off?”

  He growled low in warning. I knew forcing the incisors to recede was difficult while under the tight grip of passion.

  I plunged deeply inside him, lifted, balanced his hips off the bed with my staggering erection, and took his breath away. Held him hostage for long seconds, then I set a faster pace at a constant drumbeat, gave him everything he asked for, everything I had to offer.

  So into each other, we fired up a storm of intense emotions, encouraging words, and less-than tamed caresses scoring and marking our flesh as mates often did during an outpouring of tumultuous passion.

  The first prickling of a wicked orgasm crept up on me. “Oh, hell, I’m gonna explode,” I panted, struggling to restrain myself until my mate reached his peak. This was all about him, all about my love for Blade.

  I was barely able to leash it, but my cock’s vibrations triggered Blade’s scorching release, coating our chests and abs, dribbling down to cotton sheets. I yanked him up and onto my thighs, kissed every inch of his face—brow, eyes, cheeks, lips, and tongue-stroked his fangs, knowing the intimacy amplified his violent responses. Blade clung to me, trembling, gasping, unable to utter a coherent word, much less a complete phrase.

  Still tremulous as his orgasm ebbed, so much love shined in his magnetic…eyes no longer hazel or laser-green or even werewolf orange. Silver gray, penetrating.

  Stunned, I understood the significance.

  Blade had absorbed the deadly metal from my heart, taken it into his own body, risking his life for me! And I knew the selfless act was the reason he’d kept me from tasting the tangy love juice I deserved to enjoy from my lover. Yet, he’d not shown any sign of adverse effect from the silver other than his piercing eyes. Apparently, having sex had instigated the alteration, and a thin strand of relief threaded through me. I couldn’t possibly live without him, would surely die brokenhearted if Blade ever left me.

  “I never will,” he whispered. “You are the reason I continue living.”

  He rose high then slid so very slowly down my solid length, re-igniting my volatile enthusiasm, recharging his own. As Blade flawlessly manipulated my cock, the shock of what he’d done became a distant memory. In its place, the hot taste of tempestuous desire stripped away all my finite defenses. Even if I’d selfishly wanted to, I could not prevent the climax’s rampage from rising to the surface. With Blade nestled tightly in my arms, the ecstasy behind the mightiness detonated, buoying me off my heels, rattling through me, and bombarded Blade with a torrential flood of searing seed, marked him as mine once more, stimulating another quaking climax he could not contain.

  Locked together in body, mind, and soul, we rocketed out of orbit, searching for our distant star. Captured it. Harnessed its power as our own and rode it to paradise. There were no roars or howls or excited shouts. Supremely perfect, time stood still as the lingering aftershocks further bound us as mates and lovers. Our shuddering bodies, our sated moans, our loving kisses and caresses, here inside Fairchild farmhouse, confirmed our everlasting devotion.

  I love you, Blade Villere. The words wrenched another blistering eruption from him.

  I love you so much more.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Desperation doesn’t become Alphas, Hamm,” Blade admonished with a devastating smile on his face. His eyes had mellowed, returned to their beautiful hazel color accompanied by swimming, green flecks. “But jealousy? An altogether different story. We both know it’s our inherent nature to protect whom or what belon
gs to us. You, love, have absolutely no reason to worry. I will never stray. Never. I’ve loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. Still do and I always will.”

  No doubt about it, my inner wolf and I needed HeLP. And because of Blade Villere, I, Hamilton Fairchild, am the lucky one granted a lifetime of happiness, love, and peace.

  About the Author

  Channing Sheffield is a voracious reader of several genres from mystery and thrillers to sweltering paranormals, romances, and erotica portraying powerful characters and engaging storylines. After penning a few paranormal novellas featuring gay and straight characters, Channing joined the self-publishing procession, introducing the Villere Shifter series with Alpha vs Alpha leading the pack.

  Here’s what Channing says: “Reading great stories is one of my aphrodisiacs when my workweek ends. I do enjoy a stiff, vodka martini or two or…exotic meals, playtime…to jumpstart weekends, given the opportunity. But, I’m a loner when characters—swaggering with happiness, discontent, or conflict—and dialogue redirect my attentions. It’s a mind-movie I refuse to ignore. What better way to stifle the noise than to put each scene in writing or on computer disk and build from there? Yup, I’m a true hatchling at selling books. No website or social-media logins, so far. Each day only contains 24 hours! Meanwhile, give all writers loud applauses! They work damned hard entertaining readers.”

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  Not too far from Matt Nicholson’s cabin, an unusual racket terminated the night’s calm. Enjoying the roaring blaze warding off Colorado’s mid-winter chill, Matt—naked, ears tuned in—listened closely to the vicious conflict. At least one wolf was on the defense by the sound of its robust snarls. Others involved…who knew?