Wolf Tales VII

Wolf Tales VII

by Kate Douglas

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They Come Together In A Haze Of Seduction. . .

Powerfully sensual and potently erotic, the Chanku are an exotic race of shapeshifters. Their intent is never to harm, only to delight in each other's sexual passion and pleasure. But someone or something is out to hurt them, and after attacks against all threepacks across the country, all targeted at women and children, Anton Cheval calls the Chanku home to find out who is orchestrating these assaults—and to stop them.

Where Passion Knows No Limits. . .

But as the Chanku come together to defend themselves, something even more unexpected happens. The combined sexual energy of so many libidinous shapeshifters creates an orgy of uncontrollable desire. Now Anton wonders if the Chanku's powers of seduction have merely increased in the presence of so many of their own kind, or whether they have discovered an important and unexpected legacy from their mystical and mysterious past. . .

"Hot and erotically charged! The author's grasp of how to keep a story going with multiple characters is unsurpassed." --Coffee Time Romance

"A spectacular feast for the senses. . .any new [Wolf Tales] book is an automatic buy for me."--Romance Junkies (5 blue ribbons)

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780758239525
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 01/01/2009
Series: Wolf Tales (Aphrodisia) Series , #7
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 584,298
File size: 692 KB

About the Author

A lifelong Californian, Kate Douglas has been lucky enough to call writing her career for most of her adult life, but it wasn’t until she discovered the world of the sexy paranormal that she really found her niche. She’s having such a terrific time creating more Wolf Tales for Kensington’s Aphrodisia line as the imprint’s lead author that she’s still waiting for someone to call and tell her it was all a big mistake. Now with her new DemonSlayers series taking off, she’s definitely having the time of her life. Married for almost 40 years to her very own hero, Kate is mother to two amazing adults and “Dabba” to five perfect grandchildren—and two granddogs. Kate gives credit for much of her success to the fantastic cadre of generous and talented authors who have helped her over the years. She is a firm believer in the philosophy of “paying it forward.”

Kate loves to hear from her readers. You can find her on Facebook at facebook.com/katedouglas.author or email her directly at katedouglas.com. There you can also join her newsletter for updates on bookstore visits, signings, and contests for a chance to win books.

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Wolf Tales VII

Copyright © 2009

Kate Douglas
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-2693-8

Chapter One Rocky Mountains, Montana

Night was all around him, and the darkness complete, but he sensed he wasn't alone. It was unbelievably dark, considering his terrific night vision. He wondered, for a moment only, if he might be in one of the many limestone caverns nearby, but that didn't feel right. He thought of turning around, to see if he could see who or what waited behind him, but he couldn't move.

He tried to scream. His lungs expanded and his vocal chords strained, but he made no sound.



The voice in his head sounded smug. His own voice. Well, of course. Anton Cheval knows everything.


Well, crap. Was it possible to curse oneself?

Okay ... so if I know it all, why the fuck are my arms trapped? Why is my heart pounding? Why can't I move. Why?

He fought whatever held him but fear exploded. Alive, a twisting, clutching thing, and it made its own horrible sound. His sounds. Heart pounding, blood rushing in his ears, the loud whoosh, whoosh, whoosh drowning everything.

Telling him nothing.

Keisha screamed.

My love! I can't move! His heart thundered, muscles strained. Nothing. Not a damned thing. I'm sorry ... so damned sorry. I can't help you....

Scalding tears filled his eyes. They slid down his face. Hot, wet trails of frustration.

Lily cried. The terrifying sound ripped through him. The heartrending cries of an infant, of his child! He fought harder, battled through the cloying darkness, struggled to reach out with arms like lead, tried to run with feet trapped in thick, grasping mud.

The screams grew louder, more frantic. He ran blindly, free now, but the very air surrounding him was impenetrable. Gelatinous, thick, clinging stuff. Someone had his family. Someone was stealing his mate, taking his child, taking everything that mattered.

Everyone he loved.

Gasping, Anton struggled harder, cried frantically for Keisha. Called out to Lily, but he couldn't run and he couldn't see and his world was ending.

It ... was ... all ... ending....

"Anton? Wake up! You're dreaming. You're having a nightmare."

He blinked, shocked into awareness, surprised out of cloying madness by the gentle glow of sunlight filtering through the window blinds. It seemed so much at odds with the frantic pounding of his heart. He took a deep breath, relieved yet unbelieving, to see the lovely face of his mate peering down at him.

He reached for her, ran trembling fingers along her silken cheek. "You're okay? Lily's okay?"

Keisha laughed. "We're fine. I was already awake or you would have scared me half to death, shouting like that. What were you dreaming?"

He shook his head. His body sagged back against the mattress as he realized his loved ones were safe. For now.

"It was nothing. I don't remember what it was."

But he did remember and he blocked his thoughts, hiding them away from Keisha. He remembered all too clearly the dream that had awakened him, and it was much too threatening.

It was the same dream he'd had, in one form or another, all this past week.

Someone wanted his mate and his child. Someone evil.

He was used to being a target. As the most powerful of the Chanku shapeshifters of the three known packs in existence, Anton was well aware of the risk of capture. There were those in the medical world who wanted his kind for study. Others in the government had hoped to create a secret army, breeding more Chanku to train and use for some unknown yet nefarious purpose. His race maintained secrecy as best they could, but enough humans knew the Chanku existed to make the threat of disclosure all too real.

It was one thing to worry about his own safety. Another altogether to worry about those he loved. He'd been entirely alone for so long. Then, in such a short span of time he, Stefan, and Alexandra had formed a pack. His life mate, Keisha Rialto, had joined them, and Keisha had given him the ultimate gift of love, their daughter Lily Milina. Just as Stefan and Xandi had produced little Alex.

Anton had never understood the strength of the family bond. Now he knew it all too well. Knew how powerful it was, how all consuming.

Finally, he understood the meaning of unconditional love. Even more, he understood the fear of losing what he'd not had before-that deep, immeasurable love of family. It weakened him, made him vulnerable. At the same time, the love of his packmates, of his child and his one true mate, made him more powerful than he'd ever been.

His abilities as a wizard had grown exponentially. He'd developed skills over the past couple of years beyond anything he'd dreamed of, among them a more powerful sense of foreknowledge, an ability to sense what was to come.

The problem was figuring out if he was merely projecting his own neurotic fears into what should have been restful sleep, or if he was having a valid premonition?

His premonitions had been frighteningly accurate, yet he'd had dreams just as frightening that were nothing more than dreams.

The secret lay in determining which was which.

His thoughts slipped back to the trip they'd all taken to Tia Mason and Lucien Stone's wedding in San Francisco, and the hijacking that had almost succeeded in ending their lives.

He'd worried about that flight for days. Had put his unease aside, assuming the graphic dreams were merely those of an overly concerned mate and Keisha's advanced pregnancy.

Then he'd come so close to losing her. So close to never knowing Lily, to never again holding his beloved Keisha in his arms.

Anton wrapped his fingers loosely around the back of Keisha's neck. He wondered if she felt his tremors. It took only a small amount of pressure to bring her close, to touch his lips to hers.

Lily slept on. The morning sun caressed Keisha's dark skin with golden fire as Anton slowly kissed her full lips, nuzzled the tender skin beneath her right ear. He twisted his fingers in the silken strands curling against her throat and drew her close.

She arched against him, her body supple and sleek in spite of the extra pounds she carried since giving birth. Her full breasts, heavy with milk for their daughter, drew Anton. He ran his tongue across one turgid nipple, tracing the taut edge of darkened areola.

Keisha moaned and lifted her hips, pressed her mound against his burgeoning erection. The sleek brush of her pubic hair tickled the underside of his penis where he was most sensitive and forced his shaft up against his belly.

He reared back and slipped his cock down between her slick folds, sliding over her clit with his entire length. Raising up again, he dragged himself slowly back and then surged forth at the same measured pace, sensing her growing arousal with the increased heat and friction.

Keisha moaned. She spread her thighs and arched against him. With his hips maintaining a slow but steady rhythm, Anton's tongue lightly circled the darker edge at the base of her nipple. He pressed his lips around the swollen tip and flicked the sensitive nub with his tongue.

"Ah," she breathed, laughing softly. "Be careful, my love. I'm really sensitive and my breasts are so full they ache. Lily's not fed for almost four hours. We could end up with a very big mess."

He chuckled and gently ran his tongue around the taut curve beneath her right breast, then the left, careful now to avoid her tender nipples. Keisha's fingers clutched at the tangled bedding beside her hips and he felt the rush of slick fluids between her legs. The knowledge that she was so ready for him sent a new surge of blood through his loins. His engorged cock, already aching and hard, grew even harder, stretched even longer.

Her desire was a potent aphrodisiac; the evidence that she needed him every bit as much as he needed her. Raising his buttocks, Anton carefully positioned the sensitive head of his cock between her slick folds. He held still for a moment, savoring the heat and moisture, the soft clasp that teased him. Then he thrust forward, slowly entering her tight passage.

Amazing, he thought, how this rippling channel that clasped him so warmly could be the same passage their daughter had taken when she entered their lives. The same passage his seed had traveled almost a year ago.

Keisha enclosed him within her heat and sheathed him like a warm, wet glove, holding him tightly, drawing him forward.

Anton sighed. Nothing in his world felt better than this. Nothing.

Keisha raised her hips, inviting him deeper. Tiny whimpers escaped her parted lips when the head of Anton's shaft touched the hard mouth of her cervix. He held himself there, immobile, relishing the enduring warmth of his beloved mate, the tiny sounds she made that told him she was lost in desire, caught completely in sensation.

He was caught as well, preternaturally aware of her halting breaths, her beating heart, her desperately needy cries.

Then she shuddered beneath him and her thoughts grabbed his, sharing the pressure of his cock deep inside, sharing the ache in her breasts and the urgent yearning of her body for the friction that would take her so quickly over the edge.

She wanted. She needed. She must have more of him. More of his heat, more of the fullness, the thick girth and filling length of his cock. She wanted the pain that so quickly leapt into pleasure when the flared crown of his glans pressed against her cervix. The pressure inside when he filled her, then slowly retreated, only to fill her once again.

Anton began to move, thrusting deep and slow, driving the solid length of his cock over her swollen clitoris with each deliberate penetration. Her growing arousal fed him, her need increased his own. He felt the rhythmic clenching of her powerful vaginal muscles as Keisha reached for her climax. She arched her back, pressing him even deeper and he drove into her harder, faster.

Keisha cried out. Her fingers clutched his sides and her nails scored his back while Anton raced her to the next orgasm.

She won, shuddering beneath him once more. Her long legs wrapped tightly around his hips. Her heels dug into the hard muscles at the backs of his thighs and she strained against his lean torso.

Clinging to him, Keisha met him thrust for thrust. Anton wrapped his arms around her and reared back, carrying her with him. When he sat on his heels and felt the tight clasp of her vaginal walls holding him close, pulling him deep, their minds and bodies linked. Their thoughts blended into a single tortured flash of fire and light, and still he held on, still his hips thrust hard and fast against his mate ... and his arousal grew, hot and demanding.

Anton groaned, caught on the precipice of climax. He buried his face in the silken curve of Keisha's throat. He was enveloped in her scent, her warmth, the salty dampness of her skin. He existed only in the firm clasp of her rippling sheath, the rhythmic plunge of his hips as he drove into her warmth.

Then Keisha nipped his shoulder. The stinging pain from her sharp teeth sent him flying over the edge.

A white-hot flash of pure, indefinable power rolled from spine to balls to rock-hard cock. Burning a trail of pleasure so closely linked to pain, it coiled and struck him like a bolt of lightning. His body surged forward. He felt the hot blast of his seed and the familiar touch of Keisha's mind to his.

Lungs bursting, lights flashing behind his tightly closed eyes, he cried out with his release. Still holding his mate in his arms, Anton's hips continued their steady thrusting into her welcoming body. His heart opened to her love. His mind, all his thoughts and fears, were now an open book.

He could never hold a secret from his mate. No matter how hard he tried, in this she would always have power over him. Taking his seed into her body, she took his fears and his love into her heart. They fell together, collapsing against the thick comforter and tumbled sheets, their bodies still linked, their thoughts as one.

Keisha brushed the sweat-tangled hair away from Anton's face and kissed him softly on the mouth. Her tongue circled his lips and tangled with his for a brief moment, easing him down from such a mind-blowing climax. Her taste was ambrosia to him, the food of the gods, and it was his alone this morning.

Just as his thoughts, his dreams and all his fears, were hers.

Keisha's lips moved once more against his mouth. She sighed, a soft sound of exasperation and love. "It was a dream, my love. When will you learn to share your worries? You have to learn to tell me your concerns, not hide them from me. We're mates. You're not meant to carry these unnecessary burdens alone. No one will ever take me from you. No one will take Lily. We are yours and you will always keep us safe." Her fingers combed through his long hair. Her beautiful amber eyes glistened with tears. "We will keep each other safe," she said, and kissed him once again.

That she would try to shoulder his fears made him feel small and vulnerable, but her thoughts laughed at his foolish notion. Keisha shook her head. Once again she kissed his mouth. Lily stirred in her crib. Keisha raised her head and smiled at their daughter. "I'm going to miss her being so close to us at night."

He'd heard this argument before. "I know, but it's time she moved to her own room."

"I know, but she's so tiny."

"She's Chanku. She has an old soul."

Keisha laughed, and he knew he'd won this battle, at least for now. Anton rolled to his back, carrying Keisha with him. She raised up with her forearms crossed on his chest and her heavy breasts warm and damp against him.

He felt her turgid nipples where they met his chest, the press of her large breasts, solid with the weight of milk for her daughter. She kissed the end of his nose, teasing.

"I feel you getting hard inside me again, but Lily is waking up and my breasts are about to burst. Worry about that, not about something that's merely a bad dream."

He kissed her lips and smiled. The mental link had quietly slipped away. He could worry in peace, now that Keisha was out of his head. "Yes, ma'am. Now take care of our daughter before I decide you've not been loved nearly enough this morning."

Laughing quietly, Keisha slipped her body free of his and headed to the bathroom to wash away the remnants of their lovemaking. He watched her walk, lost in the slow sway of her rounded hips and the deep indentation tracing the sensual curve of her spine. She was so perfect, so trusting. So unwilling to admit to danger, even though she had once endured the worst possible abuse.

He would never let anyone harm her again. Not ever.

She was his world. There was no life without her, and once again, he worried.

Days later, in the still darkness of the late summer night, Anton stood on the back deck, alone but for his sleeping daughter in his arms. He was naked. The warm night air brushed his skin with a soft caress. The darkness felt personal, almost sentient as it surrounded him, as if it purposefully hid a lover.

Which, of course, was exactly what it did. Anton sighed and wondered how far his mate had run in her quest for a moment of silent communion with her own soul.

She'd carried the weight of his worry with her for almost a week now. While he couldn't stop the nagging sense of something evil in their future, he could at least release his dictatorial grasp on Keisha so she could enjoy a few hours of time to herself.

He held tiny Lily Milina's warm little body against his bare chest. He loved the feel of her soft skin next to his, the rhythmic puffs of her warm breath touching his chest, right over his heart. She slept the pure sleep of innocence, her body warmed by his embrace and a fresh diaper, her rosy lips puckered in a sleepy kiss that swelled with each little snore.

Keisha was entirely devoted to their little one, giving one hundred percent of herself, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Somehow, tonight, Anton had managed to convince her to take time for herself. She'd fought him at first, but when he reminded Keisha that if she fell ill, there was no one as capable to care for Lily, she'd finally acquiesced.

Laughing at his persuasive turn of phrase, she'd allowed herself the luxury of a few precious moments alone. With only a small sigh of regret, Keisha'd managed to deposit their tiny daughter in Anton's arms and slip away, shifting into a beautiful dark brown bitch. Light shimmered across the tips of her fur in rich, russet patterns as she turned once toward Anton and her daughter, growling. Anton waved her off, ignoring her repeated instructions of how to take care of Lily.


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AmaraDevonte on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I didn't realize the Wolf Tales series had "sex while shifted". No thanks. Won't be trying any more of these. I was hoping I was going to like these.
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