Wolf Tales 5.5: Chanku Destiny

by Kate Douglas

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance; Shifters

Synopsis

Kate Douglas is definitely NOT for the timid reader. --Anne McCaffrey, New York Times bestselling author

Give In To Fate

Mystical and sensual shapeshifters, the Chanku exist in a realm of raw, untamed desire. Adam and Eve have returned to their forgotten legacy, but they are naïve in the rituals of ecstasy and wild sexuality. Their guide Oliver will show them the way, and together the three will revel in a sexual destiny like no other. . .

Praise for Kate Douglas's erotic romance:

"Sexy, tense, and complex." --Romantic Times, 4 Stars on WOLF TALES 12

"The story is so thrilling and the sex is so hot." --Romantic Times, 4 Stars on WOLF TALES 11

"Kate Douglas always has a way with the sensual world of erotic romance." --Coffee Time Romance

This book contains adult content.

Previously published in Sexy Beast IV

42,000 Words

Release date: March 1, 2013

Publisher: Kensington Books

Print pages: 122

Sample

The morning sun caught his mate and newborn daughter in a flash of light that brought tears to Anton Cheval’s eyes. Left weak-kneed by the rush of emotion and a sense of well-being, he grabbed the doorframe for support. It was the feeling that he’d never had so much in his life that was so perfect, that gave him joy.

Nor had he ever had as much to lose.

That insidious thought twisted briefly through his mind, then fled beneath the glare of sunlight as Keisha rolled to one side, cuddling their sleeping daughter against her full breast. Lust, dark and powerful, enveloped Anton. Need grabbed his sac in an iron fist. He sucked in a sharp breath with the rush of blood to his cock. Desire swamped him. It left him feeling at once all powerful, yet uncomfortably unmanned. His. These two females, one lush and ripe, the other as pure and innocent as only a newborn can be—both of them, his. Dependent upon him for safety, yet leaving him overwhelmed with an unfamiliar and frightening sense of vulnerability.

Keisha’s eyes fluttered open. She blinked slowly, caught Anton watching her, and smiled. As she brushed the thick tangle of dark hair back from her face, her thoughts floated into his head, as clear as if she spoke them aloud, infused with the intimacy of their mindtalking and the power to raise his arousal even higher.

Lily’s out like a light. Do you want to put her in her crib?

He smiled broadly. He couldn’t help himself. It had been so long since he’d made love to his mate. If that means I can finally have Lily’s mother to myself, by all means. Anton walked quietly across the room, carefully lifted the sleeping baby in his arms and carried her to the small portable crib they still used. She felt warm and tiny and so very precious against his chest, but already she was growing. It wouldn’t be long before she was too big for the smaller crib.

He’d had no idea how quickly babies grew, nor how much their presence could change a relationship. Anton wrapped a blanket lightly around the tiny bundle and rubbed her tummy until she settled back into a sound sleep. His heart ached with love for her. And, for her mother. He turned around and grinned at Keisha again. His pulse sped with the light from her smile.

Thank goodness for Stefan. Suffering the same fate while his lovely mate healed from the early delivery of little Alexander, Anton’s packmate had been a more than willing sexual partner over the past few weeks.

Well, Stefan was on his own today. Shedding his clothing as he crossed the room, Anton was already naked by the time he reached the bed. Keisha held the covers and he slipped in beside her. Damn, he’d wanted her so badly for so long, but now that he lay beside her, Anton realized he was afraid.

I don’t want to hurt you.

You won’t. I’m healed. I want to touch you. I have to . . .

He nuzzled the soft, creamy skin under her ear. You’re sure? The doctor said at least six weeks. I’m so afraid of . . .

The doctor isn’t Chanku. He had no idea how quickly I would heal. Shifting seems to have sped things along. Those runs in the afternoon have been very therapeutic . . . and they’ve left me terribly needy. She kissed the soft skin between his neck and shoulder, ran her tongue along his jawline and then nipped his chin. Lily won’t stay asleep for long, my love. You’re wasting time. I need you. Anton . . . my love. I need you so badly and I love you so much.

Chuckling, Anton rolled over on top of her and found his favorite spot between her thighs. He rested the smooth crown of his erection atop her soft mound of silky curls and sighed with the profound feelings she gave him. “You’ve convinced me,” he whispered. He leaned close and kissed her. His lips slipped over the soft, slick surface of Keisha’s mouth, his tongue traced the seam between upper and lower lip, parting her slowly, deliberately. When he fucked her with his tongue, sliding deep inside her mouth and then slowly withdrawing, she groaned. The sound welled up from her throat and vibrated against his lips.

He felt her fingers tracing the length of his hip and lifted when she sought a path between their bodies. It was Keisha who grabbed the pulsing length of his cock, Keisha who directed him to the hot, slick entrance of her sex.

She lifted her hips and seated Anton inside, surging up against him with a powerful thrust that drove his cock deep, and deeper still until he pressed his sensitive tip against the mouth of her womb.

Anton kissed her, long and hard, his body trembling with the need to move, his desire for Keisha a physical, almost painful reminder of how deeply he loved, how easily he feared.

This was the first time since Lily’s birth, the first time since almost losing his beloved mate when their plane had gone down on the way to Luc and Tia’s wedding. Had it only been a month ago?

He shuddered, suddenly overcome with emotion. His body stilled. Keisha’s long fingers spread across his buttocks, pulled him close and directed him to move again. When he hesitated, she rolled him to his back. Taking the uppermost position, she straddled him. Her knees pressed tightly against his hips. She rocked lightly against him.

“I love you,” she said, smiling broadly. Her eyes sparkled and Anton knew her tears hovered as closely as his. “How do I convince you I’m not made of spun glass?” She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue boldly slashing between his lips, her hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deep. Her mind opened wide, spilling the sense of Anton sliding through hot, tight flesh.

He groaned at the exquisite pain from so much sensation, so much heat and life wrapped around his cock. He experienced everything Keisha felt, all of her sensations, her feminine arousal doubled over in layers upon his own experience. Her muscles rippled along his cock at the same time he sensed the pressure against his womb, the slow scrape of thick muscle sliding over his clit.

His breath caught as a bolt of heat flared from the small of his back to the taut sac between his thighs, a roiling, flashing slice of pleasure verging on pain. His muscles locked, his back arched and he exploded upward, filling Keisha with burst after boiling burst of ejaculate.

He groaned and tried to hold it back, but it was too late. He’d not expected to come so soon. Had hoped to make this last for her, but now he felt the grasp of her sex, the tight, rippling clench of those deliciously feminine muscles holding him deep inside. Waves of pleasure, Keisha’s pleasure, swept over and around him. He sensed her love—so profound, so powerful, it left him shaken. His hands trembled as he brushed the tangled, sweat-dampened hair away from his true love’s face.

She looked down at him with an expression of unimaginable bliss. Tears streaked her dark face. The hand she used to brush the dampness from his cheeks trembled as badly as his own. “There are no words,” she said. “No words to express how I feel. What you do to me. For me.”

I know. He pressed her palm over his heart, covering her long, slim fingers with his. Touched her heart with his free hand and knew they raced together, two hearts literally beating as one.

Keisha leaned forward and rested her cheek against his chest. Her body sprawled loose and relaxed and she covered him with her warmth and her delicious feminine scent. Listening to the soft, baby sounds of their daughter in the small crib beside them, Anton put away his worries and gently followed Keisha into sleep.

Stefan Aragat checked the refrigerator first, sighed softly and then shut the door. The cupboards were filled, but there was nothing that didn’t require some form of cooking skill if he wanted a meal. He went back to the refrigerator, grabbed a beer and popped the top off the bottle with a practiced flip of his thumb.

Xandi walked out into the kitchen with little Alex snug in a fabric carrier slung over her shoulder and across her breasts. She w. . .