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by Leila Brown
Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica/Romance
Description: Genre: BBW Multicultural Shape-shifter Paranormal
After an injury left Jason in a wheelchair he gave up the pack Alpha position, thinking he was no longer fit to lead. But the injury didn't change his desire for a mate, companionship, a woman's touch.
Giovanni is furious when she finds secret emails on her computer between her baby sister and Jason. Gio takes her sister's place and shows up at Jason's cabin. They've both been duped but before they can sort it out Gio ignites Jason's temper and he snaps and sparks fly.
One little bite and their futures are forever changed. She survived his bite, but will they survive the solstice inferno their lust creates?
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: violence.
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011
29 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [127 KB]
Reading time: 85-119 min.
"You did what?"
Jason pretended not to hear as Donovan's voice thundered over the sound of the quiet music he'd started playing in the background. He'd been cleaning the house all morning--not to mention trying to move things so it looked inviting. On the former, he thought he'd done an excellent job, but the latter was an entirely different thing. Hell, he probably shouldn't have made the changes he had. He put it down to nerves. Nerves that he hadn't felt since he was a young pup.
"Stop cleaning and tell me you did not just invite some stranger up here in the hope of mating with her?" Donovan's voice echoed around the room with his barely leashed power buffeting the walls.
"She is not a stranger." He'd been talking to her online for almost three months now. And yes, he'd asked her to visit to see how they'd suit. If things turned out like he planned, he would take her to the solstice ceremony and turn her. If he changed her before she knew what they were, he'd be trapping her in their world, but he couldn't tell her and give her a choice. Their pack had very serious laws about outsider knowledge. Anyone who knew was either turned or killed. A policy he'd instituted after the locals started telling tourists the tales of the Climax werewolves.
"And if she doesn't want to be turned?" Donovan moved around and stood in front of Jason's wheelchair.
"Why do you think she's coming early?" Jason pushed the wheels forward, bumping into Donovan. "Do you think I'm into torture? She'll be the first woman--the first fuckable woman--I've been alone with since the accident. Well, alone and in any condition to do something about it."
"Why couldn't you just pick one of the women from the pack? Any number of them would gladly move in here and take care of you." Donovan stepped back as Jason hit him with the chair again.
"Really?" Jason angled his head up to stare at Donovan. "Name me one woman in the pack who wouldn't either see bedding me as a duty or as a means of gaining status. Name me one woman who wouldn't look at me with pity in her eyes instead of longing. One woman who would look at me and see the man I am and not the man I was."
Donovan opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked up and to the right as if he mentally went through the list of every emotionally free female of the pack. He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again and raised a hand, but after he caught Jason's eyes, lowered it.
"Exactly. I'm getting a new start here. I have no intention of letting you or anyone else ruin it for me. So you're either with me or against me. If you're with me, great. If you're against me, get the fuck out." He knew his old beta well. Donovan might question his choices, might even throw up some alternatives, but in the end he always had his back. Just like Jason had his, even when it had cost him his legs.
"You have arrived at your destination."
The small mechanical voice droned on as Giovanni Odell looked up at the large, ranch-style house in front of her. She gazed down the wooded drive, wondering if she had been too rash in her decision to come up here. The costs of the flight and rental car were nominal--not even worth the thought--but coming here without backup and without telling her sister where she was going? Not one of her brighter ideas.
No. If she'd told Celestine where she was going, then she would have had to admit to monitoring Celestine's online activities. Although her sister was twenty-one, Gio had kept her sheltered from the type of man who'd invited--no, demanded--she come up here. Even though Gio had busted her butt to send Cel to an all-girls high school and all-girls college, somehow Cel had fallen into e-mailing an online predator.
Her blood boiled at the thought of what could have happened. Gio released a pent-up sigh and got out of the car. Time to pull up her big-girl panties and deliver a smackdown.
Gio's anger built with every step she took. She kept repeating that this could have been Cel. Her baby sister. She replayed images of Cel growing up through her mind until she could barely hold back her anger, until it was a writhing, seething mass just below her skin. She drew in a deep breath, then rang the doorbell.
Soft, calming music wafted through the door. There was no doubt in her mind now. The door opened, and she saw red.
The man in the doorway stared up at her from just below her breasts. Gio took stock of him. He was a large, muscled man with dark hair and a defined five o'clock shadow. She watched him survey her from the bottom of her toes on up. His gaze rested on her hips, then moved to her breasts and finally hit her eyes. The male appreciation she saw there did nothing to calm her temper. Instead it inflamed her, helped her put aside all the sympathy the wheelchair could have invoked. It wasn't like she didn't know that pervs came in all shapes and sizes. Did he use the wheelchair to elicit sympathy before he pounced on young women?
He wheeled back. "Please come in."
This would be quick. She would tell him exactly what she thought of him and his little lure for barely legal girls; then she was going to stop at the nearest police station before going home.
She stepped over the threshold, looked to the left, and saw another man. Every ounce of control she'd been holding on to swept away. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing--inviting young women up here to such a remote cabin. Did you think Cel didn't have a family? That no one would miss her? You jackass!"
She took a step toward him. He wheeled backward for each step she took forward. He would run out of space first.
"Holy shit!" A large African American man who'd been sitting on a black leather couch farther in the room, stood. The muscles in his arms were almost as large as her calves. She needed to keep her eye on him.
"Oh, so you thought you would bring my little sister up here with your sad story about being in a wheelchair and do some type of gang bang?" She advanced on the guy whose picture she'd found in the last e-mail, determined not to give him any sympathy because he was in a wheelchair. He didn't deserve any.
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but if you..." The guy's words trailed off as Gio bent and put her face just a few short inches from his.
"Don't lie to me. I saw the e-mails you sent my sister. You should have made her get her own e-mail account instead of using mine." She hissed before pushing his chair back with her right foot.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but if you'd wait a second and talk to us like a rational--" The second guy put his hand on her shoulder. Surprise lit his face as she grasped his hand and yanked hard. He landed on the ground with a hard thud.
She wasn't a lightweight, and she'd taken enough self-defense courses that she could handle herself. Not to mention the small can of mace in her pocket. She was going to say her piece, and they were going to listen. She was still holding the guy's wrist as he went to sit up. She twisted until he grimaced, and then stared down at him.
As those words left her mouth, she watched the guy in the wheelchair move. More like twitch. He growled at her. Actually growled, like an animal. Then suddenly he was an animal. She saw the change with her own eyes. His hair spreading like a rippling wave, the bones in his face cracking and moving under his skin. It seemed to happen in slow motion, but some part of her brain knew only seconds had ticked by. She tried to swallow, but her throat wouldn't cooperate, and her scream died before it reached her lips. The beast was now at least two times as large as the man.
"What are you?" She dropped the downed man's hand and backed away.
The animal crawled out of the chair. He watched like he would love to pounce and cut the distance between them, but with his hind legs out of commission, that wasn't an option. Instead he stalked her. His body appeared normal, or what she thought a regular wolf should look like. His back legs even seemed ordinary, until you noticed that one hung a bit off the ground. Most of his weight had to be on his front legs. Shit. None of that mattered; what mattered was that he was blocking the exit.
"Jason, don't..." the downed man said.
"Hold him!" she screamed, then shrank down as the wolf's attention snapped to her. She'd stopped moving backward and inched along the wall, toward the door. The black leather couch and a matching chair were the only things in her way.
The wolf growled at her again. He crouched, and instead of springing on her, he raced along the floor and knocked her down. Before she could move an inch, those large jaws were on her shoulder. She watched them clamp around her flesh and closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for the skin-rending pain. She counted to three, but when the awful pain didn't tear her apart, she opened her eyes. Tears slipped down her face, but she couldn't let the fear roaring through her take hold. If she moved, if those sobs eked out, her entire body would shake, and she would impale herself on his teeth.
"I'm sorry. Please let me go. Please let me go. Please let me go." Fear made her voice tiny, as if anything too loud would cause him to jerk. Just one more way he could turn her shoulder into a chew toy.
"Don't move," the other man said, coming up beside the wolf.
"No shit, sherlock. Tell me something I hadn't already figured out." She was scared, not stupid.
The wolf at her ear let out a growl that vibrated against her skin as he tightened his teeth around her. The points felt like tiny pinpricks. She didn't think they'd broken flesh yet, but the slightest movement from either of them would do it.
"You need to stop challenging him. Let your body go limp. He won't let go if you don't submit," the other man said.
Submit? Was he crazy? She was supposed to lay here like a rag doll while a wolf ripped her to shreds? She lifted her head slowly, trying to catch the man's gaze, but was rewarded with the sight of the other man's naked body contorting and shrinking until he was a big black wolf with electric blue eyes.
Was she going crazy? Please let her be going crazy! The brown wolf growled as the black one bobbed his head and let out a high-pitched whine. There had to be a way out of here. If she pulled away from him... Then what? Even though his back legs hadn't moved, he was still faster than any animal she'd seen before.
Time to face facts. She was in deep shit here. Even if she managed to get away from them, they were going to kill her. They couldn't allow her to go to the authorities. Officer, those two men can shift into wolves, and they tried to eat me. That would only earn her a one-way ticket to the loony farm. So as far as options went, she didn't have any, except...
Submit. The rank taste of bile filled her mouth as she thought of submitting to this beast. Hell, she'd always assumed if she was ever put in a life and death situation, she'd want to go out fighting. But faced with a gruesome and painful death, she found she couldn't do it. She took in a deep breath, which just pushed those teeth farther into her shoulder. Pain flashed hot along her skin, but she did her best not to react. She let the tension drain out of her and bowed her head in sickening submission.