Mystic Wolves 1 & 2
Mystic Wolves Series
Accidentally Wolf…Zayn finds Cora suffering from mating fever. As he fights the urge to claim her, his wolf wants her for his mate. From the moment Cora lays eyes on Zayn she wanted to climb him like a tree. Niall, the alpha and his brother, tells him to keep his dick and fangs to himself, but within hours he finds it impossible. Cora goes from being human to an Accidental Wolf more than happily, she just hopes she can survive when danger strikes.
His Perfect Wolf…Niall had given up on finding love, he’d watched his brother Zayn fall for his mate, and decided he needed a mother for his son, and a mate for his own. When he finds Alaina, his wolf stood up and took notice. Alaina woke up with no memory, but the one thing they both knew was they wanted each other. As they explore their attraction, danger follows her to Mystic. Niall will have to battle a pack of shifters bent on taking what was his, and kill the man who claims to be his mate’s father.
He turned, electric blue eyes flashing. “Come? Sit? Little girl, I am not a dog you teach to do tricks.”
“Oh I don’t know. I think you know all kinds of cool tricks.” She winked.
He stalked towards her. “Now you want to talk all sexual? Baby, you are playing with fire.”
“If you answer my questions, I’ll reward you.”
“Fine,” he sighed.
He was so cute she leaned forward and kissed him, just a light brush of her lips over his. She blinked up at him when he just sat there. “I’m waiting.”
“I thought you were kissing me.” He tried to deepen the kiss.
Cora pulled back. “Let’s do this like a game. Do you like games?” She sucked his top lip into her mouth.
Dressed in a pair of borrowed sweats that had belonged to Niall’s mate and one of Zayn’s T-shirts, Cora smiled.
His eyes narrowed. “Why am I a little scared?”
“Is the big bad wolf scared of little ole me?” Cora leaned back into the soft cushions with one knee bent, the other with her foot planted on the floor. “For every answer you give me, I’ll take off a piece of clothing. Once I’m down to the skin, you can have your wicked way with me.”
For Cora it really was a win-win situation.
Zayn moved closer so their knees were touching. “Think of something, anything.”
Keeping the image of her imaginary wall firmly in place, she kept her naughtiest thoughts behind it. However, the things she pictured made her nipples hard and had a flush covering her pale skin.
“Damn it, that’s not fair. You’re thinking of sex. You can’t think of sex,” he growled.
She slapped his thigh. “You could read my thoughts still?”
“No, your body told on you. I couldn’t read or see a thing. Now off with something.” Zayn waggled his eyebrows.
Cora looked down at her bare feet, chewed on her bottom lip, and then decided to take the oversized top off. She still had her bra on, much to Zayn’s dismay. The borrowed T-shirt dropped between them soundlessly. She watched Zayn look at the white T, then her chest, and back again. He bared his teeth in a grimace, and then knocked it off their legs.
“No fair. Girls wear too many clothes.” His eyes however gleamed with appreciation.
She took a breath. “How will I know how to picture my wolf?” That was a question that really bothered her.
“While you were out, I texted my mom. She says for you to picture a smaller version of a dark brown wolf. Your wolf is inside you and will know what it needs to look like. However, she…ah…she said the first time for a turned werewolf isn’t the same as for us born.”
She waited, and when it didn’t seem like he was going to go on, she waved her hands. “And?”
Zayn raised an eyebrow. “I answered a question. I’m waiting for my reward.” He sat back and crossed his arms.
Oh, he was so going to pay. She reached behind her, pretended she couldn’t quite get the catch of her bra to come undone. “Can you help me?” As she turned to give him her back, she accidentally brushed the bulge straining the front of his sweats with her palm and pretended not to notice his swift intake of breath.
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Zayn loved the way his mate wanted to play with him. Wolves as a whole were a playful lot, unless their families were attacked. He shook off the fear and anger, not letting anything intrude upon the game Cora had begun. After he unhooked the bra, he helped her remove the article of clothing, tossing it behind him, accidentally brushing her nipples.
Cora rolled her eyes and shook her head like he was a petulant child. “So what did she say was the difference?”
“She said because you are already a full grown adult you shouldn’t trip over your paws. Our young tend to stumble just like toddlers do when they first learn to walk.”
He watched her mouth drop open, and then her small body launched forward, knocking him on his back. Zayn caught her arms to her side. Her laughing and calling him names amused him like nothing ever had.
Yes, he’d played with his brother and Jett when they were cubs, and he loved playing with the kids of the pack. But wrestling with a half-naked Cora was on a different level completely. He’d had lots of sex, more than he cared to admit. Not that he was ever callous or didn’t make the women feel important, but they hadn’t been his mate. The bond between him and Cora was like a living breathing thing he never wanted to do without.
“You cheated. Now you have to take something off.” Cora rested with her elbows on his chest, staring at him in earnest.
“Since you seem to be making up these rules, is there a certain item I need to take off or is it my choice.”
She tapped her finger on her chin. “I say a shirt for a shirt.”