All of her life, Agatha Preston never felt like she belonged. Her parents made her keep secrets about herself and what she was capable of. After their death, there's nothing for her in the city. She doesn't know what she's looking for until she finds it in a small town called Poison. The locals are awful and rude, but she loves the town and there's no way she's leaving.
There was a human in town and that always had the pack on edge. They had to keep every single part of their lives in check, which was exhausting.
Boyan tried to persuade the little human to leave town. There was only one problem—he knows there's something off about her. Agatha is not quite human, and she’s not quite wolf either. It’s in her scent, in her eyes, and certainly in her ability to heal fast.
The woman he starts falling in love with is not all wolf and she isn't all human. A year ago, they discovered a vet who found out about them, and he tried to turn innocent people into wolves. Several humans had been infected with wolf blood. None of them had survived. The vet had a lot of files in his practice—one of them titled Agatha Preston.
Panic unlike anything he’d ever felt consumes him. He finally finds his woman that was all his and now, there was a chance he wasn’t going to keep her. They have to find someone who worked with the doctor before it was too late. Every second she stays in Poison, the stronger her wolf is becoming.
Be Warned: anal sex
In the past year, she’d visited many towns and explored cities, and none of them had made her feel like this town did.
Boyan returned to the sitting room, carrying two pots in his hands.
“Here,” he said, holding one out to her.
She took the pot. He’d also brought her a fork and her stomach chose that moment to growl. Thanking him, she shoved the fork into the noodles, spun it around, and then lifted it up and took a bite, slurping them up as she did so. They tasted so good. Her mouth watered for a second bite. Noodles in a pot, there was no way anyone could go wrong.
“Both of your hands are healed?”
She wanted to tell him about that incident a year ago, but she didn’t want to freak him out. Putting the pot to her lips, she drank up some of the broth.
Within minutes they finished their food and Agatha turned to look at him. “Have you lived here all your life?” she asked.
“Long enough.” He reached out and smoothed a curl behind her ear.
Agatha stared into his eyes, wanting to ask him so many questions but knowing he didn’t trust her yet. They didn’t know enough about each other.
It was such an odd thought, but before she could stop herself, she started to straddle his waist. Her hands went to his shoulders and she stared into his eyes. He gripped her waist.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
Boyan smiled. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. I’ve got a beautiful woman straddling my dick. There’s no reason to be sorry about this.” He gripped her waist and pulled her down.
She felt the hardness of his cock as he rubbed against her. Tilting her head back, she couldn’t help but moan. He felt so good.
It was the soft voice again. She rarely heard it, but the moment she did, she felt safe, warm, and no longer alone. Cupping his face, she pressed her lips to his, kissing him hard. His hands didn’t stay at her waist, and she was thankful for that, because she needed his touch, craved it.
Boyan growled against her mouth, and she swallowed him down, feeling her nipples tighten and her pussy grow slick. Thrusting against his cock, she needed him inside her.
He let go of her neck and he caressed down toward her ass. She wore a pair of jeans, and she suddenly realized how inappropriate they were. They were getting in the way.
Boyan moved fast, pressing her to the sofa. He slid the button open, followed by the zipper, dragging it down. He pulled the jeans off and then she was wearing only her panties. Boyan was still in his jeans.
“Take them off,” she said, gripping the loop at the waistband, wanting them gone.
He chuckled. “All in good time.”
She wasn’t happy. She wanted to feel his cock inside her. The panties she wore suddenly felt too tight, and she needed them off.
Boyan tore them from her body and quickly replaced them by cupping her pussy. A single finger slid between her slit, and she cried out, moaning his name as he worked her clit. He stroked forward and backward, side to side, and the pleasure was instant, but it still wasn’t enough.
She tried to reach for his jeans, but he wasn’t having any of it. He lifted her hand up above her head.
“Keep it there, or I stop,” he said.