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  Big Dog looked me directly in the eyes and I noticed that his face was lit with a strange blue light. Where was that coming from? I tried to ignore it and motioned again for the men to leave.

  I realized I didn’t really have magic powers; no lightening bolts shot out from my finger tips and no big rocks were moved in order to crush them.

  “Go on,” I ordered one last time, anyway.

  They backed down the street, never turning their backs on me. Then, when they reached the corner, they ran.

  “We gotta find a new town,” Big Dog was yelling to the gang members as he ran. “Too much weird shit here in this one.”

  Dominic nodded his agreement.

  I laughed to myself and put my hands on my hips. What a bunch of chickens! Just a few stern words and they were gone.

  I was glad I had managed to chase them off. But what I couldn’t understand was why that hadn’t worked sooner. Maybe I had just never had enough confidence. I shrugged my shoulders and continued on my way to the motel.

  There were about ten rooms at the Woodside Motel. The whole building was one-story and painted a dark green. The roof was shingled, trying to make the place look like a big cabin. I knew Mason was in number three. I wasn’t sure how, but I could still smell him. My nose was super sensitive tonight. I ran straight for the door and knocked as loud as I could.

  When he opened the door, Mason’s eye went wide. I didn’t let him get a word out, I just pushed the door open more and walked inside.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Mason

  There was a pounding at my door. When I opened it, I was surprised to see who was standing there—the pounding had been very strong and forceful.

  “Celeste.”

  I wasn’t sure how she had found me. But it was a small town and people talked.

  I wanted to be upset that she was here. I knew she was upset with me. But a part of me was happy that she had followed me, after all—it had just taken her awhile to do it.

  I let her in and then Celeste immediately looked over the room. Her blue eyes apprised the thread-bare blinds and the thin coverlet. She eyed the splintering chairs and the round, stained table.

  “Crappy place you have here,” she snapped, as she put her hands on her ample hips.

  I smiled.

  “True. But it’s warm and the bed is a bit more comfortable that an old air mattress on the floor.”

  She gave me a sexy smile and stalked towards me.

  “Let’s test that, shall we?”

  I backed up and put my hands out to stop her.

  “Celeste, I can’t. I’m changing you and I’ve…”

  The words caught in my throat.

  Her smile faded and she glared at me.

  “You’ve what? You’ve lied to me?”

  “Yes, sort of…”

  All the energy left my body and I dropped down to sit on the bed.

  “You don’t want me?” she asked. “You don’t want to marry me like you said you did?”

  “I do. I really do. It’s just…”

  I couldn’t find a way to tell her. I understand why she was confused and how she probably hated me for making elaborate promises and then leaving. But I wasn’t good enough for her and she would never be able to understand why.

  Her small hands moved gracefully down her torso. They smoothed the gray sweater she was wearing, pushing the material closer to her skin, so I could see the outline of her breasts and waist. I watched, drinking in the sight of her. Her curves were so beautiful.

  Two of her fingers grabbed the material of her sweater and she pulled it quickly over her head. My breath hissed out. Pushed up in a black satin bra, the tops of her round breasts were exposed to me. They were so smooth and ivory that my hands wanted to touch them and squeeze them. My dick started to harden beneath my jeans.

  “You don’t want these?” she asked, watching my every move—my every reaction.

  “Celeste, I can’t.”

  I choked on my own words.

  “Get up and touch me,” she ordered.

  I found my legs starting to rise. She was such a strong alpha female. She needed a stronger mate.

  I forced my legs not to move. My hands clenched and wound themselves into the coverlet beneath me. I couldn’t hold myself back from her. My cock swelled; it was clearly beyond my control.

  Celeste reached behind her back. She unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor. My eyes were transfixed on her bare chest. Her breasts were so full and perky. My lips ached to touch her skin.

  Her small, pink nipples were hardening before my eyes. They turned slightly darker. My mouth wanted to suck them until she cried out.

  My dick strained against my jeans, harder. It was a visible bulge now, betraying my true feelings. I would never be able to deny this woman. She was sex embodied— the strongest werewolf I had ever met.

  Only by unleashing of all my alpha influence could I try to control her and even then, I wasn’t sure I could hold off the blood lust. If my domination wasn’t enough, she would go crazy. That was a fate I couldn’t bestow upon her.

  “Celeste, don’t,” I begged. “I’m not good enough for you.”

  Her eyes glanced up to my face. They were neon blue. Her wolf was awake. She had risen with her desire.

  “Then become good enough.”

  It was another order; one that came directly from her inner wolf. Mine awoke and answered with a growl.

  I was across the room without another thought. My hands grabbed her face and my lips sucked hers. I kissed her deeply, letting all my feelings pour out into that kiss—the longing, the loneliness, and the truth that I was nothing without her.

  She pressed her curves against my body. The bulge in my pants pushed up against her belly. Celeste wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me as close as she could.

  She pulled her lips from mine.

  “Fuck me now, Mason,” she ordered. “Take me to the bed and fuck me now.”

  Her tone was harsh. She spoke like a queen.

  My wolf rose up in anger. All that was alpha in me would not, could not, bare to be ordered around. Not even by her. Her wolf trying to dominate mine was a mistake. My inner wolf pumped fire into my veins and he took over my body, but not to shift.

  My hands ran up her face and into her blonde hair. They clamped down, pulling it hard and yanking her face up to mine. Her eyes went wide with a hint of fear. My wolf feasted on her surprise.

  “Your eyes are glowing, Mason,” she panted.

  I could hear the worry in her voice.

  “So are yours, Celeste,” I growled.

  I lifted her by the hair and put my lips to her throat. Her breaths were a mix of panting fear and aching desire. I loved them both.

  Placing my palm on the top of her head, I pushed her down to the floor and onto her knees. Her face was inches from the bulge in my pants. The sight made me harder and I began to leak precum.

  Her lips trembled slightly.

  “I’ve never…” she whined.

  I dropped my grip on her head and unzipped my jeans. I thrust down my pants and let my long, hard cock swing free. Celeste eyed it with desire and fear. Moving my hips forward, I pushed my tip to her lips.

  “Suck it,” I ordered again.

  My voice was so low and so strained that it was barely audible.

  Her pink lips parted. Wet and warm, her mouth slid over my dick and I moaned with pleasure. My shaft slid past her teeth, over her rough tongue, and hit up against the back of her throat.

  I pushed my hips forward, sliding deeper; making Celeste gag a little. My mate had a small mouth and I filled every inch of it with cock.

  I leaned back, letting all thoughts go and becoming a slave to sensation. My hands found her hair. I wound my fingers through the silky strands, gripping them as if they were reins. Her mouth was warm and wet and tight. I savored the feeling as my cock sunk into it further and then stayed there, not moving an inch.

  Then, s
he started to suck. Whatever fear Celeste had felt was gone in a second. Her mouth clamped down on me harder. Her tongue glided up and down my shaft, tasting every inch of me, feeling the bumps and ridges of my cock.

  I pulled back a little, but she grabbed my ass and devoured me deeper. I slid further down her narrow throat, the confines gripping me so hard that my seed begged to come out. I oozed precum down her throat and she swallowed it. The movement of her throat ramming into my length was causing me even more pleasure.

  Slowly she moved back, letting my inches slip out of her mouth and into the cool of the room. The transition set off every last one of my nerves. My dick hardened further, so much so that it sprang up almost vertical when her mouth slid off the head. I ached with pleasure.

  Celeste brought a small hand up and touched my shaft. With little urgency, she gently traced the veins in my dick. She touched the rim of my dickhead with a brush of her fingertip, then ran it down my length to my balls.

  She touched them gently and then cupped them. Each of her movements made my dick jerk and sway. It moved on its own, constantly leaking and ready to come. She watched it with fascination, even reaching up to take and taste a bit of precum.

  “If you come in my mouth, can you still fuck me after?” she asked.

  Her wolf was testing mine again, asking how virile I was. I didn’t answer—not with words, anyway.

  I gripped her head hard and thrust my cock between her lips. I fucked her face hard and relentless, sliding my cock down her throat and slamming my balls into her chin.

  She didn’t cry out or pull back. Celeste let me fuck her mouth. She looked up at me with glowing eyes, as if my pleasure was all she had ever wanted.

  As I thrust in and out of her mouth, I ran a hand down her chin, then her throat, to her chest. I grabbed one of her huge breasts and squeezed it tight, being sure to trap her hard nipple between my fingers.

  She cried out in pleasure. The vibrations of her throat caressed my cock further and it pushed me over the edge. Release filled my balls and shaft, sending pleasure throughout my whole body.

  I came, squirting load after load into Celeste’s throat. But the wolf in me wouldn’t stop to let her swallow. I filled her throat and mouth and still pumped her harder.

  Cum leaked out her cheeks and down her chin. It dribbled down her chest and onto her breasts. I loved the sight of it. She was covered in my seed and all it did was drive me to come more.

  I pulled her hair, slamming her head down on my cock harder and unloaded more cum down her throat. She gagged a bit and choked, but she didn’t pull back. Her wolf was showing mine that she could take anything I gave her.

  She was my sexual equal. She was my werewolf equal. The realization kept my dick hard.

  Mate! My inner wolf howled in my head. My mate!

  I ignored the words and slid my dick out of Celeste’s mouth. She looked up at me and smiled, despite the mess her face was now. She licked my seed off her lips like it was delicious ice cream.

  Overcome, I grabbed her, pulling her up and into my arms. Cradling her, I crossed the room and set her on the bed.

  My hands grabbed the buttons of her skirt; I pulled them loose and yanked the skirt off her legs. Her cotton panties were next, but I noticed they were already wet with her desire. I dropped to my knees and set my lips to her pussy, pulling her legs open.

  Celeste moaned as I kissed her folds. I glanced up to catch her squeezing her own breasts and rolling her head back.

  I wanted her to come, and quickly. I sucked her lower lips, ran my tongue between her folds and put a finger on her swollen clit. Her hips moved against my face, sometimes pulling me in and sometimes trying to knock my head away. I fought her and licked harder.

  With her lower lips nice and wet, I brought two fingers to her pussy opening. They slid in easily, penetrating her right down to my knuckles. I pumped her a few times, then curled my fingers slightly so they brushed over the tangle of nerves that formed her g-spot. My tongue flicked her clit roughly.

  That was all it took. Celeste was wound so tight, that just a lick sent her over the edge. Her orgasm caused her to scream and her pussy clamped and pulsed around my fingers. I licked her clit again and again, causing her to come more. She squirmed against me. But I didn’t let her get away.

  She begged me to stop, but I didn’t. I lapped at her and fingerfucked her till she came a second time.

  That orgasm was so strong it pulled her hips and butt off the bed. She twisted and writhed, murmuring incoherent things about how good it felt.

  Using the momentum of her twisting hips, I turned her onto her stomach. Her hip bones pressed into the edge of the bed; her legs and feet hung loosely. I cupped the cheeks of her ample butt and spread them. She was wet from her ass to her mound, glistening and damp. My thick, hard cock slid into her pussy easily. She quivered around me, still alive with aftershocks.

  I took her from behind, pressing my full length inside her until I pushed into and through part of her cervix. Celeste moaned and shook beneath me.

  Her legs were weak, and her toes couldn’t find purchase on the floor. She grabbed the bedsheets like she was falling and pushed her hips up to slide my cock in further. Pushing back into me, her pussy begged to be filled more.

  I filled her with every inch I had and kept myself sheathed inside her. Her pussy twitched and pulled at me. Her hips bucked into me. I moved my shaft from side to side, slamming into her pussy walls, moving inside of her and letting her feel my full length. I brushed against her cervix and it rubbed me hard.

  Reaching forward, I grabbed both her breasts roughly. I pinched her nipples and rubbed them, feeling how every touch there made Celeste’s pussy clamp harder on my cock. Her insides were tight, clenched down and begging for release again.

  Pinching her nipples and grabbing her tits as hard as I could, I pulled my cock back and then slammed it into her. The friction of skin on skin pulled at both of us.

  Celeste came. She screamed her pleasure, her hands clamping down on mine over her breasts. She came, squirting all over the bed and onto my legs. I punished her for it. I thrust in and out of her as hard as I could, slamming her while I held her against me with only her breasts.

  She writhed and squirmed against me. She called on God. She begged me to stop and begged me not to. All the while her pussy clamped down on my steely cock as hard as it could. It begged me for my seed; it milked my cock over and over untilmy balls pulled close and my dick came.

  It was like being hit in the gut. My whole body thrust into Celeste and then I was filled with pleasure so deep I felt like I might pass out. I was lightheaded. All sensation centered on my dick as it erupted and coated her pussy with my cum.

  Tingles ran up my shaft. Electricity ran up my spine.

  I howled as I thrust everything that was in me, into her. And she took it.

  My legs gave out and I collapsed into Celeste. It took both our air and we wiggled until I was next to her on the bed. My cock, happy and spent, slipped out of her.

  My wolf was content and quieted. I was man again. A man wrapped in the arms of a woman I loved but shouldn’t.

  My seed coated her thighs and the bed.

  What have I done?

  I had let the wolf take over.

  I had let my alpha powers show.

  Her wolf was already going wild and I had just pushed her further.

  The shift would come to her soon if I didn’t stop this nonsense.

  Celeste was too strong, too wild.

  I couldn’t control her.

  I should have listened to her father and left her alone. I should have left the small town of Grey’s Acres for good and never looked back.

  I needed to get her to leave and forget all about me before it was too late.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Celeste

  “You have to go,” Mason said

  I couldn’t believe my ears. Hadn’t we just made love? Hadn’t I proved that I was enough for him
?

  I turned and looked Mason in the eyes. His dark irises were filled with a hint of amber. They glowed just slightly. I blinked but the odd coloring didn’t go away when I looked again.

  He sat and pulled back from me. The loss of his body heat was hard. It annoyed me to have his touch gone. I wanted him.

  I wanted to fuck again, hard and fast. I reached out to put a hand on his arm, but he pulled further away, out of my reach.

  “No,” I said.

  My voice hard. I kept my eyes locked on his.

  “You promised to be my husband. You said you were going to marry me.”

  His whole body squirmed under my gaze. He reached out to touch me but stopped, inches from contact. The battle raging in Mason’s mind filled his face as his lips twisted and his eyebrows pulled towards each other.

  My annoyance with him was coming to a head. Mason had to tell me why he was behaving so oddly, or I was going to rip him apart.

  I smiled at the thought. The image of my claws tearing into his skin filled my head. I would drink the blood of the man who just took my body.

  What was that?

  I shook my head and got rid of the odd images. Looking down, I noticed that my hands were balled into tight fists, so tight I had drawn blood with my nails. I relaxed my fingers and shook them slightly. My temper was so fast these days.

  “Celeste?” Mason asked.

  He actually looked worried when I turned back to him. I sighed and ran my fingers through my messed-up hair. The knots came apart as I combed. I relaxed my shoulders.

  “Look, Mason,” I said. “I just don’t get what the problem is. I love you. I want you. I get that you have no home and no job, but I don’t care. Once we are married, you can just work at the bakery. With the Southland Gang gone, we should be able to get more customers.”