Free Grayslake: More than Mated: Make Her Howl (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Flora Dare

center groove of his stomach.
    His moan emboldened her and she ran her hand down the front of his pants. The thick bulge throbbed in her hand and she needed to see him, to taste him. She pulled his zipper and let his pants drop to the ground. Marc's hands twined in her hair as she nibbled her way down to the edge of his boxer briefs.
    Magda hooked her fingers under the edge of the waistband and tugged them down, releasing his thickness. Her eyes went wide as she got her first look at him. So thick and perfect . Her tongue flicked out grazing the tip. His hands tightened as she stroked his velvet length. She looked up at him as she wrapped her lips around his cock. His eyes were glazed with desire as he looked down on her.
    She only got to enjoy him in her mouth for a few moments before he stepped back, his thumb swirling over her lips.
    "If you keep doing that, I'm not going to last but a moment, and I need to feel you wrapped around me."
    She couldn't keep a smug little smile off her lips as he pressed her back onto the bed. His hands made short work of her dress, loosening the ties that kept it on, until he could toss it to the side. Magda sprawled back on the bed, while he knelt between her legs, staring at the lacy bits of lingerie she still wore.
    He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, flinging it over his shoulder. Then, Marc ran his hands down the outside of her legs, the silk of her stockings holding the warmth of his fingertips for a moment, until he reached her ankles. He slipped her shoes off and tossed them to the side. His gaze feasted on her lush curves, his fingers dancing gently over her body until she was shaking with need.
    Magda was helpless under his spell. He was everything she'd fantasized about.
    His wandering hands paused at the snaps to her garter belt and he said, "You look so exquisite, but unwrapping you is even more fun." He loosened the snaps and slowly peeled her silken stockings off. Her skin was so sensitized that she was moaning with need by the time he got them both off. The garter belt was quickly tossed to the side.
    Magda writhed against him, pulling him into the cradle of her thighs. She needed to feel him. His hard length moved against her slick, wet heat until he found her waiting entrance. He moved against her, easing into her core, pausing to let her body accept his erotic invasion.
    She writhed against him as he began to move in slow circles. As passion overtook them, he went from steady, measured movements to wilder, more frenzied motions. His body delved deeper into her until the he finally drove her to a shattering explosion, her body spasming around him driving him over the edge until he joined her in ecstasy.
    Marc collapsed next to Magda, wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. She drifted in and out of sleep in the warm comfort of his embrace. Magda must have fallen more deeply into sleep because the ring of the phone startled her fully awake.
    Her first instinct was to find her mate. He pulled her into his chest as he sleepily answered the phone.
    She blinked in confusion. Mate? Her mate was long dead. Dawning fear filled her. She tried to push through the confusion, to pretend that her body hadn't felt comfort and relief when he touched her, soothed her.
    If he wasn't her mate, she could have stayed. But the cold stone in her pit told the truth, he was her mate and to stay with him would destroy them both. Now, if she stayed as his mate, he would bite her, claim her and she would have to be part of the pack, to bend to the Alpha's will.
    Eventually, he would have to choose between the pack and her. And he would choose the pack. Even if he didn't initially, time and again, the pack would call him and he would have to answer.
    The shifter world could be cruel and capricious. At the end of the day, they were animals, inside. At her own daughter's wedding, she’d wanted to shift and kill Reid.
    She clung to Marc, not really listening to the call,