Free Taming the Alpha by Savannah Stuart Page B

hadn’t expected it.
    Something primitive inside him stirred at her release.
    Her juices soaked him as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Continuing to stroke her, he started thrusting inside her. Slowly at first, but his thrusts grew faster the more she tightened around him. Her orgasm continued the harder he moved until he couldn’t tell the difference between her slickness and his own release. Emptying himself into her, he fisted her hips and kept pounding until he was blindly driving against her.
    Eventually he managed to control himself and gently pulled from her body. She let out a small sigh as he did but he quickly turned her over and pulled her against his body as he lay back against her pillows.
    The desire to hold her close and remind himself she was real was almost overwhelming. Stroking his hand down her back, he sighed in appreciation to be embracing her once again. The thought of waking and seeing her face every morning almost seemed too surreal. Too perfect. “You’re sure about moving in with me?” he asked quietly, hating the way his body tensed as he waited for her answer.
    He felt her lips curve against his chest. “Mm hmm,” she murmured. Then she pulled back and looked up at him, a mischievous smile on her face. “But you’re going to have to make room for all my stuff. I have a lot of shoes.”
    Grinning, he kissed her forehead. Making room for her certainly wouldn’t be a chore. He finally felt as if his life was complete. As if something had been missing for so long and now he understood what that was. Her.
    She might need time to decide to let him mate with her, but in his heart she was officially his. The fact that she hadn’t freaked out when she’d discovered what he was and better yet, still wanted to give him a second chance, he knew it was only a matter of time before he marked and claimed her. Then he’d spend the next few hundred years making sure she never forgot how much she meant to him. 
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    The End

Killer Secrets
Copyright © 2011 Katie Reus
    Eve Newman pressed her back up against one of the stone pillars at the entrance to the Underwood’s long, winding driveway. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing here but for the tenth time in the last hour she regretted her decision to put any credence to that anonymous email. ‘Want the story of the year? Underwood mansion. Nine o’clock. Tonight. Don’t trust anyone and don’t be seen.’
    The cryptic message annoyed her. As one of the few journalists in the small town of Hudson Creek, Texas, she’d had no choice but to follow up on the lead. She certainly wasn’t going to give the story to someone else and her curiosity wouldn’t let her ignore it.
    Since she’d grown up here—and had attended a few high school parties at the mansion courtesy of Tara Underwood—she knew exactly where the security cameras were and how to avoid them.
    Squashing the twinge of guilt at using that knowledge against her friend’s parents, she peered around the pillar. A full moon hung in the sky illuminating only one car. The District Attorney’s Mercedes. Made sense Richard Underwood would be home. She doubted he’d sent her the email because what could Richard be doing to warrant such a mysterious message?
    Frowning, she glanced down the long street. The upscale neighborhood was quiet tonight. Still she tucked her long hair into the thick knitted cap she’d brought and pulled it down low on her head. Without it, her strawberry blonde hair would be like a beacon for anyone to see. Wearing all black and feeling like a thief, she gritted her teeth and sprinted toward the closest oak tree on the property.
    Using the darkness and shadows as her friend, she hurried toward the six foot wall surrounding the property. Her heart pounded wildly and her palms were clammy inside her gloves. She hadn’t even told her boss where she was going. But she wasn’t totally unprepared. Her Glock 33 was tucked into the back of her pants as