Mate of the Wolf

Professional Reviews

4 CHERRIES: "Mate of the Wolf is an enjoyable short story. The developing relationship between Shelly and Michael will keep you intrigued. The author’s humor in some scenes had me laughing out loud. Your emotions regarding Shelly’s predicament will likely run the gamut from anger to understanding. Grammar, punctuation, and editing were clean, and since this was all in Shelly’s point-of-view, there were no violations there. The author does leave it open for a possible sequel. Perhaps we’ll see more of these two and the trials they’ll likely encounter ahead. Forget the bodice rippers of the past, this story provides a whole new twist on what might happen between a kidnapper and his victim. Before reaching the end, you’re bound to wonder just who’s seducing who and you might develop a little Stockholm Syndrome yourself." -- Verbena, Whipped Cream Reviews

"Shelley has done what is expected of her for years how to dress, what to eat even which acting jobs to take. But, she has decided to do something for herself for once, she is getting out of the city and going camping. While camping is new to her, she is pretty sure that being kidnapped by a werewolf isn’t normal. Michael is stunned to find his mate camping in the woods near his hideout. As pack Alpha he has put himself in exile to shelter his pack and now he finds he needs to shelter his mate, no matter what she thinks. But, is Shelley willing to give up everything to be with Michael? And will this woman who has been told what to do by everyone finally stand up for what she wants? Mate of the Wolf is a fun and fast paced shifter story. Ms. Rosko has some immediate and affectionate chemistry between the two which quickly heats up, especially when Shelley figures out that she is attracted to the man and the wolf. Add in a little excitement of a vampire princess hunting Michael for his wolfen pelt and you have the makings of a fun summer read." -- Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

“Why are you naked then?” she demanded, though it didn’t sound as strong as she wanted with her shaky breath.

He sighed. “I can’t answer that, but I promise it has nothing to do with assaulting women in the woods.”

She didn’t believe him.

He must have seen that. “I’ll only lift your shirtsleeves. How ’bout that? You can check everywhere else on your own, and I won’t take off your clothes. But if you fight me on this, I’ll tie you to one of these trees and strip you naked so I can see for myself.”

She totally believed that. His hard voice gave no indication he was joking. Shelley let her body go slack.

He breathed a sigh. “Okay, I won’t hurt you.” His hands were gentle on her wrist, not gripping too hard or digging his fingernails into her skin. He used his other hand to lift the sleeve of her thin pink shirt.

She’d worn something with sleeves because she didn’t want too much skin exposed to the blood-sucking insects, and it was thin enough and made of that breathing material so she didn’t sweat all over the place in the heat. Now, she wished she were wearing a tank top instead so he could perform his little search with his eyes.

Ugh, never mind. Just the thought of a strange, naked man’s eyes roaming over her gave her the chills.

Wait a minute. That was right, her arms were covered. There was no way she could have cut or scratched herself against the trees while she ran. And if that wolf had bitten her, the wound would have bled right through her clothes.

What was he really doing?

“Relax. You’re tense. You’re working yourself up,” he said, lifting the sleeve of her other arm.

She could see his eyes now, which was strange because she was still blind to the rest of his face because of that damn sun. They were flashing, bright enough that she could make out their gray—no, silver—color. Was it even possible for eyes to do that?

Didn’t matter. Those silver eyes were extremely focused, as if he didn’t dare miss an inch of her flesh.

“What do you think I’m hiding?” she asked.

His eyes met hers, glistening brighter than ever. “You have scratches on your neck.”

Her hand went to the spot. A sting of pain flared. It wasn’t wet but a little sticky. Blood, but not much. “It must’ve been from the tree branches when I was running.” From both the wolf and later him, no doubt.

If he thought she didn’t notice how he didn’t answer her question, he was so wrong. She tried to move, to put distance between their bodies. His hand took her wrist and gripped it like an iron shackle.

“Let me go,” she said.

He didn’t blink. She could tell his face remained steady because the deep shadows blocking him from her didn’t move. Then he shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

Shelley tensed, panic rising inside her. “You’re sorry?”

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go.”

One of his muscled arms reached under her knees, and the other wrapped around her back before she fully understood his words.

And his actions.

He hoisted her into the air and onto his shoulder. The ground blurred, and the wind rushed in her ears like someone was blowing in them nonstop.

No. That couldn’t be right. The ground wasn’t blurred, it was just moving really fast. So were his feet. He was running so fast with her that the wind flapped her hair around, made a haze of the earth, and made her deaf to everything but that noise.

Then the more important fact came crushing in on her. He was kidnapping her. Taking her deeper into the woods. Away from any help.

Shelley’s scream rocked the trees.

ADULT EXCERPT

Shelley moaned as Michael’s hand slid under her jeans. It was a tight fit, but he got there. He found what he wanted, and his palm started slowly rubbing through the curls, his fingers hooking and teasing in the folds of her sex.

Shelley’s body throbbed. She needed one thing to make it better.

Her fingers struggled with his belt, eager to get at the part of him that would make her ache so much harder, yet ease it at the same time. Finally the buckle sprang free. His button and zipper were cake after that.

Michael, the jerk, laughed at her while their mouths were still connected, offering no help at all. That changed when her hand found what it was searching for.

He choked back a groan when she gripped his cock. He was more than a fistful, and she shivered at the anticipation.

With their hands between each other’s legs, bodies tense with the sizzling pleasure that came from skin-on-skin contact, Shelley decided it wasn’t enough.

Her hand slipped from his cock, and she forcefully shoved him off. Startled, he rolled beside her, but she paid no attention to him as she yanked her jeans off.

Or tried to, anyway. Damned things were so tight it was like trying to rip off an extra layer of skin.

“Eager?”

She looked at him. His chest was heaving, and he was grinning at her, his cock up and arched onto his belly. From her vertical position, it kind of looked like a smile.

She mock glared at him. “This would be fast if you would help.”

He instantly slid off the bed and knelt before her, taking and moving her legs so he was hunched between them. His hands on her thighs, stroking and kneading through the tight denim, turned up the heat and got her juices flowing. She spasmed and moaned.

“Little horn-bug, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, “and this horn-bug will sting if you don’t get her off.”

Her hips jerked, and a tear sounded. Shelley looked down and cool air hit her sweating legs. He was ripping her jeans down the seams like they were made of paper.

Excitement bubbled inside her. She was finding his strength to be a total turn-on now that he was putting it to better use. “Wow.”

He traced the groove of her knee with his tongue, all the while keeping those wicked golden eyes of his on her.

That was so hot.

He pulled his tongue away. “You like?”

She nodded, then pointed toward the shredded jeans on the floor. “Those are designer jeans, cost me nearly two grand, and I don’t care that you turned them to rags. So yeah, I like.”

He shifted around on his knees, then tossed his own pants away.

Shelley lifted herself up to look at him, her eyes naturally moving down to his cock. Full mast, long and thick. His hands were back on her legs as he kneeled in front of her like she was royalty.

She crooked her finger at him. “Come here.”

He obeyed. Such a rush.

Shelley lay back down as he climbed on top of her. Her legs opened and curled around his hips as naturally as if she’d welcomed him there a thousand times before.

His voice growled in her head again. Mine. No one else’s. Mine!

“Yours,” she agreed.

Kill anyone who tries to hurt you.

He was chivalrous, too. She felt like swooning. “Fuck me.”

His gold eyes went so bright they burned. He growled low in his throat as his hand shot to grab her little lace panties. He didn’t rip them away like with the jeans, but yanked them out of the way as he plunged his cock inside her with an animalistic howl.

Shelley grunted as his weight pushed her deeper and deeper into the mattress, then moaned as the desperate surging and retracting of his cock stroked her pulsing inner walls.

They tightened, were on fire with need as Shelley’s head thrashed back and forth. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted, no, needed more. “Harder,” she demanded through a moan.

His arm snaked under her waist, pulling her toward him in what could have been a hug as he groaned and complied with her wish.

The heat of his body was too much. She couldn’t stand it, but it was too good. Her fingernails clawed along his back and shoulders, pulling at skin, muscles, and sweat. He moaned low, so she did it again.

And then she felt it—like a warm blanket wrapping around her and locking securely in place, locking her to him. His love, his thoughts, they all went inside her, and she was part of him now. And suddenly Shelley knew what he was talking about from before. When he said if they made love, there would be no going back. Ever. There could never be anyone else after this.