Wolf Creek Sheriff (Texas Pack 4) (Prequel) (Wolf Creek Shapeshifters) by Jo Ellen Page A

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    The master was huge, nice but she could see accordion doors across the room. Which meant no walk in closet.
    Going over to a closed door, she gingerly reached for the knob, hoping to see a nicely updated bath. Nope, it was just as retro as the hallway bath only smaller. One sink, toilet, and a shower with no tub. This project would be a major money suck. She put a smile on her face before she turned to face him, hoping it didn’t look like a grimace.
    “Nice.”
    He burst out laughing and flopped down on his bed, making the mattress shake.
    She walked over and stared down at him, arms crossed with pursed lips. He was starting to piss her off.
    Faster than a bolt of lightening, she found herself on her back with him hovering over her.
    “Steph, I know this place needs updating, but it’s been fine since I was the only one living here. I don’t cook a lot, the diner makes great food so most of the time I eat there. The bathroom’s small but again, it’s only me in the morning getting ready. Like I said, now that I have a mate, we’ll change whatever you want.”
    “You forgot the closet,” she mumbled.
    He lifted his head and turned to look at the doors, one closed all the way and one slightly open. “What’s wrong with the closet? You can have it and I’ll use one in the guest bedroom.”
    Every woman should have a walk in closet. It should be like a law or something, but she’d hit him with that later. “Nothing, it’s fine.”
    He leaned closer, barely holding his body weight off of her before giving her a light kiss. “We’ll talk about this later, right now you’re in the one place I’ve wanted you to be since we met.”
    She tugged at his T-shirt. “I want to see and feel you.” Not wanting to play coy, she watched as he sat up and pulled the material over his head in one quick move. Sliding off the bed, he was out of his jeans and back at her side in a nanosecond.
    She blinked. Ask and ye shall receive.
    He helped her remove her clothing, no hesitation, no questions. She was ready to become his mate and excited by the prospect of living her fantasy.
    The heat from his body covered her, his chest a hard surface she could enjoy exploring to her hearts content. His lips on her breasts pulled her attention away from their future and back to the moment. Feeling his hand slide across her thigh, she awaited his touch and moaned when his fingers moved to just the right spot and slid softly over her. She needed more. Moving her hips in demand, she felt his quiet chuckle. Tugging his hair, she pulled him from her breast and pressed her mouth to his, their tongues dancing in rhythm. Moving slightly, she almost groaned when the hand giving her such enjoyment shifted and left her tingling, wanting more.

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    C olin tried to hold most of his weight off of her, but it was difficult since he wanted to cover her in his scent so that everyone knew she was undoubtedly his. Her skin was so smooth and silky that his lips simply couldn’t stay away from kissing every inch. Enjoying the sensations of each and every touch, his smile couldn’t be held back when he felt her impatience. Not wanting to rush his one and only true mating, he ignored her silent request for more by keeping himself just out of her reach. His cock disdained his plans of going slow, wanting to plow into her again and again. He gave in and pushed inside, groaning at the tight squeeze on his shaft. Fighting the urge to pump, he looked down at his mate to see her eyes closed with her head tilted back blissfully.
    “Stephanie? I’m going to bite you right here.” He tapped a spot on her shoulder lightly.
    “Do it,” she said through gritted teeth.
    She clenched around him, which got him moving faster and faster. He felt her nails digging into his back the moment she came and he struck, sinking his canines into her shoulder. Relaxing, he licked her shoulder as his cock finished emptying inside her.
    Her eyes were still closed as he wrapped