Wolf Tales 6.5: Chanku Wild

by Kate Douglas

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance; Shifters

Synopsis

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

Desire Is Now

They're primed and primal, untamed and unstoppable, always ready to go further, harder, longer to bring pleasure that's wild, fiery, and out of this world. . . They are the Chanku--an ancient race of shapeshifters, gifted with extraordinary sexual appetites. Now the pack-mates, plus new arrivals AJ, Mik, and Tala, are preparing for Oliver and his beloved Mei Chen to finally bond in a mating ritual that will take each to the peak of ecstasy, and prove as erotic as it is dangerous.

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

This book contains adult content.

Previously published in Sexy Beast V

43,000 Words

Release date: March 1, 2013

Publisher: Kensington Books

Print pages: 122

Sample

Tala Quinn buried her face in her hands and cried. Blood streamed down her left forearm from a shallow slash that ran from the base of her thumb to her elbow. The wolf beside her whined and butted her thigh with his nose. The wolf standing beside the body of the man he’d just killed growled, but his tail was tucked tightly between his legs, and his ears lay flat against his head.

The coroner ignored the bloody body of the dead man and carefully wrapped a tiny, lifeless bundle for transport. He shook his head in obvious dismay. “You and your team did everything you could, Ms. Quinn. This little one’s been dead for hours. He probably killed her right after he snatched her.” The man glanced at the body, then nodded toward the wolf. Blood spatters marred the animal’s thick coat and matted the fur on his chest. “Those animals of yours seem amazingly calm, considering what they just did to that bastard.”

Tala shuddered and tangled her fingers in Mik’s thick coat. “I’m a professional. We do search and rescue. We don’t kill. I shouldn’t have lost control of them like that.” She swept her one intact sleeve across her eyes and took a deep, calming breath. “Damn, I hate custody fights. Children should be protected, not used as weapons or pawns. Why . . . ?”

“Because they’re selfish scum.”

Tala glanced up as the sheriff stepped out from behind his car, carrying a first-aid kit in his meaty fist. He was a huge man, powerful, but even he looked shaken. He stared at the bloody gash on Tala’s arm. “You okay, Ms. Quinn?”

Tala nodded. “It’s very shallow.” She looked at her arm, stared at the blood. She hadn’t felt the blade when it sliced into her. He’d attacked so fast that he’d even caught the wolves off guard. At least her blood was congealing, the wound closing. “That’s when AJ, my wolf, killed him. When the guy attacked me. It happened so fast. . . .” She was babbling. She knew it, but she couldn’t seem to stop.

The sheriff opened his kit and pulled out some antiseptic cleanser and a roll of gauze. “Paramedic units all got called out on a big wreck over on the highway. Let me clean this up for you. It should be okay until you see a doctor.”

Tala shut her mouth and held out her arm. The wolf near the body snarled. The one beside Tala leaned close to her side, watching intently. The sheriff glanced in his direction, then carefully cleansed Tala’s wound and wrapped her arm with the sterile gauze.

He nodded toward a thick clump of trees. “His ex-wife’s body’s over there. I got a call from one of my deputies a few minutes ago. They found the new husband’s body. It appears this prick murdered him one, maybe two days ago. That’s when he took the woman and her baby. Killed ’em both. They probably died sometime last night. She fought him. Fought him really hard.”

He stared for a long time at the tiny bundle in the coroner’s arms, but he spoke to Tala. “Thank you, ma’am. For losing control. For turning these magnificent animals loose the way you did. Theirs was an honest justice. Better than this scum deserved.” He turned and looked at Tala, at the fresh bandage he’d just applied to her wounded arm, and the grief poured off him in waves. Then he shook his head and sighed. “Sometimes I hate my job.”

There were days when Tala hated her job as well. This was one of them. It was full dark by the time the sheriff got her statement and said she could leave. Numb and exhausted, she loaded her wolves into the SUV. They made it as far as the first decent body of water, a cold, clear river flowing not far from the site of the murders. She wondered what the guys in the back were thinking. Their silence was unusual, the lack of communication unnerving. Neither of them had shifted.

Generally, after a job, they’d shift back to their human form as soon as they were away from curious eyes. They’d talk about the job—what went wrong, what they’d done right.

Tonight, not a damned thing had gone right. Tala pulled off the road and found a secluded spot to park the SUV. She sensed the wolves’ impatience, their guilt over her injury. Tonight had been a devastating experience for all of them. AJ was not a killer, but he’d ripped out the murderer’s throat without hesitation. Mik had no problem with killing, but he’d done his best to protect Tala while AJ brought the bastard down.

It hadn’t been enough.

Lunging at Tala Quinn with a knife was the last mistake the killer would ever make. As the sheriff had said, his death was better than he deserved.

Tala took a deep breath and swallowed back her tears. When a victim was killed or badly hurt, she felt as if they’d failed. When an innocent child died, there was no way to ignore the grief. Tala shivered. She couldn’t let it go.

She reached for Mik and AJ, but their thoughts remained blocked. She stared at them a moment, unnerved when she realized neither set of amber eyes met hers. Did they blame her for the night’s devastating conclusion?

The moment she opened the door, both huge animals jumped out and headed for the water. Moving on autopilot, Tala stripped out of her clothes and, naked and shivering, waded into the icy river.

She held her arm overhead to keep the bandage dry.

The water was so cold it stung, but she needed the numbing pain. Needed to feel clean again after such a terrible day and night. They’d tracked the killer and his kidnapped family from a small town east of Lake Coeur d’Alene in Idaho, where he’d headed into the forest.

When Tala and her Pack Dynamics team were called in, they knew from the beginning it might be a hopeless case, but she’d never been one to give up hope. AJ and Mik were realists, more pragmatic by nature, but they’d learned to trust her instincts.

Trust she obviously hadn’t deserved on this job.

Right now, she needed to forget. Needed to cry. She loved her wolves, but she desperately desired the warmth of two strong men. Her men. The ones who loved her no matter what.

AJ Temple shifted first. Tall and lean, with the rangy body of a working man, his chin-length hair tangled wet and dark about his beautiful face, he lunged through the water toward her, determination and anger written in his glittering eyes. The night’s ugliness still wrapped him in its steel grip, and she sensed his need to erase the pain, to expunge his own sense of guilt.

Grabbing Tala in his arms, he lifted her high, just above him, and held her there for a moment. “I am so sorry,” he whispered. “So sorry.” Then he plunged his cock into her, parting her sex with the pure force of his thrust. He was big and hard and it hurt—and it was exactly what she wanted. What he needed. Hot and angry at herself, furious with her failure, with the feeling that her mistakes had forced this man to kill, she wrapped her legs around his waist and sobbed her regret as he fucked her.

Even as she cried, her body responded. With each powerful thrust of his hips, AJ took her higher into pleasure, further from the ugliness of the past twenty-four hours.

His thoughts were blocked, but his love poured through Tala even as he ravaged her body. His cock plunged deep, banging against her womb hard enough to hurt. She welcomed the pain. Rolled with it, gloried in it. Her body tensed and her legs tightened around AJ’s waist, and his thoughts flowered in her mind as her climax slammed through her.

She felt his anguish, his utter sense of failure. Not for killing. No, it was for failing to protect Tala. Her bandage was a sharp and ugly flag of dishonor, and the deaths of their targets left a stain on his soul. He had failed Tala, failed Mik, failed the young mother and her child. But most of all, he’d failed the team.

She understood. The same inadequacy defiled her own soul. AJ’s big body shuddered. He filled her with the hot wash of his seed, and Tala’s body responded. His guilt swirled around them both, shared and painful, growing instead of waning.

Suddenly the pain of failure was pushed aside. Mik Fuentes stood behind Tala and wrapped his arms around her, around AJ. The cold river swirled about their thighs; the night air had grown cold, but Tala was sandwiched between two fiery bodies, wrapped in heat and love.

Mik’s voice soothed them. His steady heartbeat throbbed against her back, . . .