The Werewolf’s Bride: The Pack Rules #1 by Michele Bardsley Page A

“I don’t know what to do. Show me.”
    “I’ll show you. Just let me take the lead. You follow.”
    “Like dancing?”
    “Only better.”
    Now his hands clamped onto my hips and he began pistoning inside me. I found his rhythm, syncing with him as we began to move faster and faster.
    And then…
    Pleasure burst like honey, thick and sweet. I moaned as found that nirvana once more, digging into my alpha’s chest. My pulsations were so strong, he was squeezed out. He didn’t take it as an insult, but as challenge.
    “Get on your hands and knees, Arabelle.”
    Dazed, I rolled off and did as Grey commanded. He got behind me and worked his hard shaft into me. He held on to my hips, plunging hard and fast.
    I knew what to expect now.
    I knew what could be had if I only gave in to my own desire. If I met his needs with mine. If we mated in the primal way that bound husband and wife together.
    I reared back to meet his every pleasurable thrust.
    Oh, sweet merciful heavens.
    Grey’s pace quickened. I heard his groans and gasps, felt his fingers dig into my waist, and then he cried out, called my name, and filled me with his seed again.
    We collapsed onto the bed, a wonderful, sticky, dirty mess.

Nine.
    T HE PRISON CELL had a full bathroom, including a stand-up shower. I don’t know how Grey managed to get new bedding and pillows to replace those ruined by the dessert disaster, but by the time I had finished scrubbing off cake, chocolate, and werewolf, he was waiting by the bed, as beautifully made as it was when we arrived.
    “Alphas have minions,” he said in response to my look of astonishment. “All that sex with my beautiful wife made me ravenous. I wolfed down a plate of meat pies, but there’s plenty left for you. Eat something, Arabelle. In fact, eat everything.” He kissed me soundly on the lips and went to take his own shower. I found a pair of lacy panties and beautiful set of blue silk pajamas, which I slipped on. My hair was still damp, and I twisted it into knot on the top of my head.
    As I perused the table, I noticed mini-quiches, tiny sandwiches, and meat pastries had joined the newly arranged desserts on the table. I sat down and began filling a plate, humming a lullaby my mother had sung to me when Carolyn and I were young. Funny. I hadn’t thought of “Hush, Little Baby” in a very long time. Soon, I would be a mother.
    Perhaps even now, Grey’s seed was taking hold.
    The thought staggered me so much that I stopped piling food onto my plate and pressed a hand against my stomach. A baby. I hadn’t thought much past the Choosing—and then the mating had taken up my thoughts and worries.
    Not so worried now, though.
    I felt as if I was coming into my own, finding my place within Grey’s life, within the pack’s life.
    All I to do was get cleared of a murder charge.
    Well, hello reality.
    THUD!
    Startled, I turned and stared at the bathroom door. Water rushed from underneath. What on earth? I slipped out of the chair. “Grey? Are you all right?” I couldn’t avoid stepping into the burbling water as I swung open the door.
    Grey lay against the stone floor, wet and naked. The simple shower had only a thin plastic curtain, one that ripped apart as Grey had fallen through it. The shower water going at full blast was drowning the whole room.
    My heart climbed into my throat.
    “Grey? Grey!”
    Maneuvering past his prone form, I turned off the water lest my mate drown. It took some effort, but I managed to roll him over. He was breathing, his heartbeat strong. He had cut on his forehead from where he’d fallen.
    My nursing training, what little I had, would not get me far when dealing with werewolf anatomy. I needed help.
    Mac had mentioned two-way radios. I rushed into the main room, scanning every surface for the walkie-talkie.
    Then I heard a key rattling in the door lock and it swung open. Mac stood there, smiling.
    “Thank goodness!” I cried. “Something’s wrong with