Wolf in Training
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By: Brenda Steele | Other books by Brenda Steele Categories: Erotic Romance, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Vampires/Werewolves, Word Count: 16,785 Heat Level: SCORCHING Published By: Sugar and Spice Press
Brigit doesn't understand what's wrong with her boyfriend. He's moody and distant, he's covering the windows like he's afraid of the moon, and worst of all, he won't touch her. She's got to find out what is going on with him and soon, because her sexual needs are not being met! When Brigit follows Jord one night to a club that the doorman tells her does not cater to her kind, all manner of thoughts fly through her mind. But the truth is harder to believe than what her imagination could ever produce. Jord's Alpha must teach Brigit how to relate to her wolf lover and teach Jord how to control himself enough not to rip his mate apart while he's learning what it means to be werewolf. Can Brigit handle these two sexy shifters at once? She's been deprived a long time, and she is more than willing to try! 13 Ratings
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 Wolf in Training
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Professional ReviewsExcerptBrigit sat stiff on the passenger side of the car with her arms folded over her chest. She stared out the window watching the passing scenery and pretended she had not just broken up with her boyfriend. Inside, she raged and cried, but outside she allowed no emotion to show. If she did, she'd lose it for sure, and although she didn't know who this man was who had commanded Jord like he was a five-year-old, she did not want him to see her cry."My name is Alexei by the way," he told her. She didn't give more than a grunt of acknowledgement. He placed a hand on her knee, and she jerked away. "I'm not going to hurt you, Brigit." She rounded on him. "How do you know my name?" "Jord talks about you all the time." "That's funny because he never mentioned you," she snapped. Examining him while he focused on the road, she had to admit he was hot, and even while she resented him for whatever closeness he had to Jord these days, she found she was attracted to him as well. Alexei. He had a hot name to match his hot body. She lowered her gaze to his thigh which flexed with each move of his foot on the gas pedal and break. Her cheeks burned when she realized he was hard as a rock, and she recalled just how big he was. Embarrassed, she spun away to face the street. He chuckled. "How can a man not grow hard with you staring at him like that?" "I wasn't staring." "Did you enjoy the show tonight?" She gasped. So he had known she was there. She thought so. The confirmation made her feel even more like an idiot, like a voyeur. No doubt Alexei liked people watching him have sex, especially women, probably too confident with his prowess and his body. "I can please you as I did Diane if you like?" Brigit pressed against her door. "T-That's disgusting. You just had a woman. Wasn't that enough for one night?" He grinned. "No, actually. I usually go all night, but a sweet innocent showed up where she doesn't belong, and I had to handle that instead." "Meaning me." She found her lower lip trembling to her disgust, and tears on the edge of her lashes. "It's a sex club. What I don't get is why everyone belongs there and not me. I'm not bad to look at. I never thought so at least. Maybe five or ten pounds overweight, but isn't everyone?" He clucked with his tongue. "You're beautiful. Any man would kill to get between those luscious thighs of yours. It's not your sexy body that makes you unwelcome at my club. It's something else that I'm not willing to discuss at this moment." Brigit rolled her eyes and glanced out the window in time to realize that although they had slowed down to make a turn, they were not headed in the direction of her apartment. The driveway Alexei tooled his sports car along was longer and wider than her entire place, and the house at the end of it took her breath away. The stone and red brick exterior reminded her of a show she'd watched years ago called Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Alexei had money, and she was almost glad to delay him seeing the somewhat rough neighborhood that she and Jord lived in. "Why are we here? I thought you were taking me home." With a wink and no explanation, he slid out of the car and came around to her side. Brigit would have stayed put, but Alexei took her arm and shuffled her in a gentle but firm grip toward the front door. He ushered her inside and walked ahead of her toward a set of winding stairs. "Help yourself to the bar in the room on your right. Take a tour of the house if you wish. I'm going to shower and change." Brigit stood there just inside the front door with her arms crossing herself while she stared around. The house looked like one of those models builders showed off. Huge paintings of peaceful landscapes hung on the walls. Real wood furniture and decorative area rugs were stylishly laid out in the room where Alexei had directed her to get a drink. Stepping into the room, she noticed that a wet bar stretched along one wall. Odd place for it, she thought, but maybe the man loved his alcohol. Brigit didn't care for fancy drinks like wine. Give her even a cheap light beer, and she was fine. She searched the stash of liquid refreshment Alexei kept there and found a cold beer. After popping the top, she drank down a few swallows while looking over the rest of the first floor. When she had circled around, passing a kitchen straight out of a magazine, a breakfast room, a dining room, and an office, she was back to the stairs where Alexei had disappeared. From her vantage point, she picked up the sound of a shower, and she gulped. Curiosity and the fact that he had instructed her to tour the house made her move to the second floor. Even though the stairs were uncarpeted they didn't squeak. For that she was grateful. At her place, just walking from the kitchen to the living room caused a creaking uproar. She told herself not to go to Alexei's room where she heard him humming and instead to explore the other rooms she spotted, but she couldn't make herself obey. Her feet took her down the short hallway to his open door, and she stopped. A few moments later, he strolled out of the bathroom stark naked with droplets of water glistening on his hard body. Her grip on the beer bottle loosened, but she caught it before it fell. Alexei grinned. "You like what you see?" She tried for nonchalance. "I've seen hot men before. Jord isn't bad to look at." Instead of falling for her pretence, Alexei's eyes narrowed. "You love him still." She wanted to deny it, but she couldn't say a thing. "And he hasn't..." His gaze fell to her breasts and then moved on down her body, making her hot. The cold beer was at once not cold enough. "He hasn't satisfied your needs." "That's neither here nor there now because I broke it off tonight. Whatever his problem is isn't my problem." Had he heard her voice thicken? He held out a hand. "Come here. I will make you feel better." She took a step back. "That won't be necessary." He crossed the space between them, took the beer from her hand and drained the last of it in a long swallow. When he finished, he watched her while he ran his tongue around the rim and then stuck it into the mouth of the bottle. Brigit's legs gave, but Alexei caught her up close to his chest. His cock was caught between them, heating her blood to boiling. Alexei leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I will do what he cannot for now." Without a word, he guided her over to the high bed, so high that should she dip her knees just a few inches, she could see well under it. Instead of them climbing on the bed, Alexei sat the bottle down on the nightstand and directed her to a cushioned bench at the base of the bed. He stood her in front of the bench and began to tug her T-shirt out of her jeans. When he had lifted it above her head and tossed it away, she trembled. "I'm not sure about this." "I am. Take off your bra, and the rest of your clothes." She reached up behind her, a frown marring her face. "I don't understand. Who are you? Why would Jord obey your command like he did?" "Why would you?" She glanced down and realized she had been steadily undressing just as he had told her to. Now she stood stark bare before his assessing eyes, and a shiver ran over her skin, raising goose bumps. "I-Is it magic?" she whispered. He laughed. "No." A flick of his fingers over her nipple made her lean into his touch. "It's not magic. You want it. You need me to pleasure your body. I'm not going to force you, Brigit." "No," she whimpered, "you're just going to seduce me." "Do you want me to stop?" He kneaded her breast, tugged at the nipple between his thumb and forefinger before bending to take the taut bud into his mouth. For the second time, her legs gave out, and Alexei wrapped an arm around her waist to drag her up to his body. She threw her head back and gasped, straining to be consumed by him. "No, please. Please don't stop." |
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