Turner (White Wolf Ridge 1)

“You know, you’re no help. Do I have to eat in the other room, woman?”

“Um…might be a better idea.” He shakes his head and turns around so I can’t stare. He eats quickly as I finish my last few bites. I didn’t put as much on my plate, so I finished first. After washing my hands, I dig into the bag Cat had brought up for me. I pull out two pairs of pants and underwear and bras with some cute boots and cozy socks.

"Ooh. These are so pretty and just my size.” I know Cat and I are roughly the same build, although I’m a tad bit shorter.

"I'm glad it was Cat who picked them out, or I'd be really fucking angry,” he growls, coming to see the red panties and matching bra.

"Grr. You're so sexy when you get territorial, as if someone else could possibly steal me away."

"They can try," he says just barely above a whisper. I grab his arm and turn him, although it's with his own power that he spins on his heel.

I look into his stunning eyes and say, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good, because I'd chase your ass and bring you back," he growls, cupping the back of my head and dragging my lips to his.

I pull away and then attempt to bolt, but his strong arms create a steel band around me, slamming his front to my back. "Not so fast," he whispers, sliding his hand down the front of my body, down to the top of my thigh while the other wraps around my throat. "I'd love to give a good chase, and when I catch you, I'll be working your pussy out, making you scream over and over again until you can't take it anymore and then I'll push you again.”

"Maybe I should get dressed before it gets any later," I say while grinding my ass on his cock.

"Yes because I don't think your pussy can handle any more penetration." He kisses my cheek and then pulls back. "It's time for me to go wash my ass. Get dressed before I'm tempted to fucking devour you all over again."

"Fine. What about your clothes?"

"I asked them to get my bag out of the SUV. The valet is bringing it up." The knock at the door is on time. He walks to the door in his pants without a shirt and takes the bag from the valet.

"Okay. Talk about having clout."

"It's what I expect out of a well-run resort. Hunter's got his game running smoothly."

"I think so. I loved their spa. I had such a great massage the other day."

And there goes his grunt and growl. "A massage? A woman or man?"

I roll my eyes at him and walk over to the bathroom. "A woman, of course. Seriously, go shower now." I hold open the bathroom door and wave to him to get inside.

The second he's in the shower, my phone goes off. It's Jacob. "Hey where are you?"

"I'm home. Where are you?"

"I'm not home. I have some things going on, and well...I just can't talk about them at the moment."

"What's going on? You're not on duty, are you?"

"No. I'm not, but I'm out. Sorry, I have to go." I end the call, sitting on the bed, feeling unsure. I nearly said I found my mate. I almost let the truth slip out. I have to be more careful, but isn't Jacob a shifter as well?

I slip on the panties and the bra. I stand up and look in the large mirror on the dresser. The cup size is a little small, but the width is just fine. Although now it looks like I could pose for those provocative photoshoots. I stare at myself and smile. I look good. My hair’s down, falling over my shoulders, framing my face perfectly.

I drop my head and pose. Then I decided to climb on the bed and kneel with my legs spread out, posing for the imaginary camera. A low rumble comes from the bathroom. Can you see me?

No, but I can feel your arousal. Interesting. The bathroom door opens and before I know it, Turner’s on me, lifting me, crushing his mouth to mine and then tossing me onto the mattress.

He pulls back, resting on his calves as he drags my panties off. “Hey, don’t ruin them.”

“I’m not. They’re sexy as fuck on you.” I reach around and pop the clasp on the bra, pulling it off to watch his eyes darken. He bends down and sucks on my nipple, biting on it. I let out a moan so loud that I surprise myself.

“Wow, calm down, tiger.”

“Tiger? I’m a wolf.”

“Tiger, wolf—same difference,” I scoff, knowing he’s going to get aggressive. My body burns to feel that intensity on and in me.

“I’ll show you a difference.” He flips me onto all fours and then slides his cock deep inside me. I cry out from the fullness and then he pulls back, nearly completely out, but then slams back home.