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My hole was so wet as he fucked me,
watching his body tighten and tense as he pumped my pussy
ferociously, his teeth bared in a snarl. Anticipation for his seed
filled me, my womb wet and ready for him.

He came with a final hard thrust that
made my breasts bounce painfully hard, sinking his cock in me to the
root as jets of hot cum spurted out, claiming my womb as his own. I
gasped with him, his groans of pleasure satisfying all of my needs as
I felt his cum drip out of me, sliding down my thighs. I fucked
myself onto him slowly, milking him for every last drop.

We collapsed together, his burning body
covering mine, his hands lazily undoing my wrist straps. I ran my
freed hands over his chest, feeling it rise and fall rapidly with his
breath. His skin was so silky, the muscle underneath hard as rock.

Cade's amber eyes had darkened with
pleasure, his lips running over my cheekbone, down to my lips. I
snuggled against him as he cuddled me close, his hands running over
my curves.

“You're mine now, Violet,”
he whispered roughly. “I've claimed you, and no other will have
you.”

I was an independent woman, but there
was nothing in this world that would give me more pleasure than to be
owned by this passionate, muscular werewolf. I kissed his heavy jaw,
my nipples hardening as they pressed against his hard chest.

“You can claim me if you take me
again,” I said, gazing up at him as he smiled and ran his
fingers over my round ass.

“You'll be pregnant with pups
before the night is over,” he promised, pulling me close.

Lily waggled her eyebrows at me as I
tore the apron off, wiping my hands of flour. Cade's black coup was
idling in the parking lot, and the heat of anticipation was already
building in me.

Against my will, I had found all my
hopes and dreams here in Foggy Hollow, my belongings having already
been moved to Cade's house, where I shared his bed nightly and
willingly. I had even fallen asleep with my hands bound several
times, my body satiated and worn out by my virile Alpha.

Twilight was soon to fall, the full
moon rising with it. Cade had promised me a special treat tonight: he
wouldn't change back when we got started.

I poured into the car, grinning at the
man with the dark curls and amber eyes who immediately pulled me in
for a deep kiss, his tongue flicking against mine, sending spirals of
heat through me.

We only had eight more months to get it
out of our system, after all. He ran his hand over my belly as we
took off, satisfaction radiating from him. I ran my hand over his
thigh, finding his cock already hard and throbbing, ready for me.

“Why wait til we get home?”
I asked, grinning slyly at him. “Let's do it on the car.”

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INTERVIEW
WITH THE ALPHA
...


Phyllis,
I just can’t do it this weekend.” I held the phone
between my shoulder and ear, the way we all do when we’re not
really listening. I checked my latest article for spelling mistakes
while my boss sighed into my ear.


Find
a way, Cass.” Phyllis sighed again. I could just imagine her
rolling her eyes. To her, weekends weren’t really a thing. She
just worked through them and didn’t understand that some of her
employees didn’t want to churn out articles on Saturday nights.
“$2000 for the article, on top of your normal salary. Consider
it an early Christmas bonus.”


That’s
tempting, but it’s Friday afternoon, and I’m already
home,” I said, thinking about my date with season four of “The
Walking Dead” and a pint of mint chocolate chip. I sighed
myself, echoing Phyllis’s dismay. I wasn’t one to work on
weekends, even when it involved a ridiculous sum of money for a two
thousand word fluff piece on a local entrepreneur. “And I have
a date with Daryl Dixon, Phil.” She laughed.


I
hear that this guy is hot, Cassandra. And loaded. I’ve also
heard rumors that he’s a
shifter
.”
Phyllis giggled. Even though shifters were out since early 2010, I’d
never met one in person. Because of the laws put in place to protect
their identity, you usually didn’t know if you’d met a
shifter unless he or she actually shifted before your eyes.


Really?”
A sexy businessman … and a potential shifter. “What is
he? A bear? A lion?” I’d even heard talk of a tiger
shifter in the area, but nothing was verified.


I’m
heard that he’s a wolf. I’ve even heard that he’s a
very
important
wolf.
I think it would be pretty interesting if you got some tidbits on his
company, and maybe you’ll see something while you’re
there that tells you about his extracurricular activities.”


Well,
Phil, we couldn’t publish anything about that. That’s
really not fair to his privacy. You can’t send me looking for
that kind of thing …” Phyllis cut me off before I
started to get really ramped up on my tirade. Privacy issues were
huge in the shifter community because non-shifters wanted to know
about them so badly.


Stop,
Cass. That’s not what I’m asking. People
are
hungry
for shifter stories, but that’s not what this piece is.
Beauregard’s startup just went public and the people want to
hear more about
him
and
what he’s doing with social media apps. One of the apps is
shifter-related, so that’s probably where the rumors are from.”
Phyllis knew she had me on board. I couldn’t resist a good
story, and this was a legitimate way to get to know more about a very
private set of people.


Fine,
Phil. You owe me a vacation though. I’ll go see this guy on
Saturday and get the scoop on his company, and I’ll have the
piece to you by Wednesday next week, alright?”


Good,
good,” Phyllis said. “I hear he’s a little reticent
when you first meet him, probably because of the rumors.”


Sure,
whatever.” I shook off her comment on Curtis Beauregard. I had
heard about him before, even though I hadn’t heard about the
possibility of his being a shifter. I knew I could get some quotes to
make the article good enough, and I wouldn’t be prying into any
of his personal behaviors. After all, it wasn’t like I was
telling his life story. I was just getting a little bit of info on
his company, and a few cheery quotes about the rise of small tech
businesses. That kind of thing was good for the winter, stimulating
the economy, making people positive for the new year and all that. “I
got it, Phyllis. I’ll set something up with his secretary
before I leave today.”

I
hung up the phone and let out a groan. I’d been so looking
forward to staying home on Saturday and just keeping to myself. But
that wasn’t going to happen, and who was I kidding, it hadn’t
happened in quite a long time. At least I’d be spending part of
my weekend with a handsome man. That was something that I hadn’t
come close to in over a year. I bet there were cobwebs growing down
there — my womanhood had taken second place to my career in
journalism. Men sometimes looked, especially those who liked a
curvier woman with ample hips and a taste for ice cream, but I didn’t
have enough confidence to respond to them. And a lot of those guys
weren’t particularly winning in personality or in looks. So for
now, I was biding my time. It would happen sometime, on one of these
Saturdays when I didn’t have to work. I’d sign up for
Match and go on a few dates with some local hipsters, maybe even get
my curvy ass laid. For now though, I was stuck with Beauregard for
the day. I’d probably be holed up in some office with him while
he looked at me with mild contempt or simple blankness, and I’d
keep chatting with him inanely until he accidentally spewed out some
quotes good enough for the article. That would be Saturday. “Walking
Dead” could wait until Sunday, I supposed. I shot off an email
to his personal assistant, hoping for an appointment at a decent
time. I got up from my sofa, stretching and wondering why I’d
taken a job that never had any days off. I walked to my shower,
figuring I’d better have hair fixed for this billionaire guy.
Otherwise, I might not get any usable quotes at all. If he saw the
snarl of my curly auburn locks, he might be too distracted by my
appearance to say anything intelligible. I’d been working at
home for the past few days and had neglected showering —
sometimes that could be a bad situation for creating good first
impressions.

I
passed by my mirror and caught a glimpse of myself. I was a
rough-looking sight in my traditional work uniform — sweatpants
and an old college t-shirt, but I could see the promise of my curves
through the clothes. I had large breasts that seemed to always get in
my own way … but they always attracted glimpses from men. I
tried to hide them from people with my clothes, feeling too much, too
curvy, too out there. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t gotten a
date. I patted my round rump as I looked at myself. Now, my ass was
just fine. Maybe someday I’d learn to love all of me. For now
though, I was just going to shower and hope to hear from the
Beauregard’s secretary in time to figure out my plan for the
next day. I sighed and stripped down for the shower, something in me
a bit nervous about my impending interview with a supposedly very
handsome, very rich, very mysterious man who was possibly also a
wolf. I’d seen a picture of him the last time the local
newspaper ran a piece on his company. He’d looked handsome, for
sure — dark hair, tall and well built, but something about his
face seemed strange. Maybe that was the extra DNA that allowed him to
shift. Maybe I’d already seen it in his face. I was still
thinking about the prospect of meeting him when I stepped out of the
shower.

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sneak peek
of
DEAL
WITH THE ALPHA
...

I
pulled up to the diner and shut off the car. In the quiet of the
morning, I closed my eyes, finding a moment of peace in my
surroundings. I knew that today would be a hectic one, as it always
was. Minnie’s was an institution in the town of Woodward, and
it belonged to my family since the first pioneers had explored this
great land. It stood at the edge of the lakefront, with beautiful
panoramic views of the surrounding mountains. I knew that I was
blessed to be living in such a beautiful landscape.

With
one last deep breath, I got out of the car. I grabbed my apron from
the backseat. I was technically the morning manager at Minnie’s,
but in a place like this, everyone had to pitch in to keep all the
mouths fed. We were the town’s main haunt, a place for everyone
and anyone to sit and whittle away a Saturday morning.

Suddenly
I could hear the gravel crunching behind me. I frowned and turned
around. Townsfolk knew that Minnie’s wouldn’t be open for
at least another hour. But it wasn’t a local. The two shiny
black BMWs that pulled up beside me belonged to Maxwell Lalune, and
the sight of it stiffened my back. He was part of the nouveau riche
that had moved into Woodward, attracted by the ski slopes and natural
beauty to be found in the state. I couldn’t stand them to be
honest. They drove up the prices in the surrounding area, making life
difficult for us townsfolk.

He
was also a developer, and he had big plans for the land that Minnie
stood on. Before he had shown up six months ago, there was a hardware
store, a small corner shop, and an artisan woodworking store beside
us. Now they were closed and sold. We were the last lot standing in
the way of his multimillion yacht club.

Truth
be told, there was an awful lot of money being offered, but my
parents and I agreed that Minnie’s just couldn’t be given
up. It was all Woodward had left of itself, and we were a safe haven
for the townsfolk who couldn’t afford to eat out for fifty
bucks a plate in the fancy hotels and restaurants that had sprung up
to cater to the rich.


Good
morning Penny,” Max said, as his driver opened the door to let
him out. An assistant followed behind, as well as several more in the
other car. Did this guy ever go anywhere without his pack of
employees?


That’s
Ms. Archer to you,” I said curtly, crossing my arms. “And
we’re not open yet.”


Yes
I know that. It’s why we came this early. You’ve been
avoiding my assistants.”


I
can’t help that the diner is so busy.”

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