No one will ever face the Poison Wolves MC and live...
Amelia isn’t liked by her pack. As a vegan, animal lover, and completely against violence, she doesn’t fit in with her fellow wolves. They’ve been trying to get her removed from the pack, but the Poison Wolves MC won’t allow it.
Wolfe has wanted Amelia for some time. There’s just something about the sexy, curvy wolf that he can’t get out of his head. When hunters come close, it’s their job to protect. And after Amelia finds someone lurking near her home, the MC puts a protection detail on her.
It’s Wolfe’s opportunity to finally have her to himself. But she’s a virgin. He’s never been with a virgin, and now, he considers it his job to make it right, to show her every carnal desire.
As the days go by without sightings, Wolfe has to wonder if she lied about seeing something in the woods. Is her life in danger? Or did she just want the attention?
Amelia has never sought out the pack’s attention, and she didn’t lie about the threat. Danger awaits, but will it be too late for Wolfe to save her?
Wolfe smelled how desperate she was. The scent surrounded her like a second skin, and he had to admit how intoxicating it was.
Amelia was aroused. The shirt she wore did nothing to hide her erect nipples. The scent of coffee couldn’t mask the need coming from between her thighs.
She wanted him. He knew it.
Just as he wanted her. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as he stared at her. Those lips, that body, he wanted her.
Going to the Poison Bar wasn’t for the beer, or to see Val. No, it was for his chance to watch Amelia, closely. To see the sway of her luscious hips as she moved. He couldn’t believe one of the men hadn’t snatched her up. Sure, she had a few … problems. The main one being a social pariah to the pack, but for that body, any man could overlook her social life and just lose himself in all of her softness.
Soft curves.
Sexy thighs.
Every single part of her was sexy.
He accepted the coffee from her and took a large swallow, attempting to burn the beast that was threatening to come to the surface. Wolfe couldn’t remember the time he had a nice hard fuck, where he’d drowned himself in some nameless, faceless cunt to keep his needs in check.
Amelia’s apartment was small. The scents she was giving off weren’t helping him. His dick was already rock hard.
He wanted to be inside her. To feel her slick cunt wrapped around his cock. Would she make sweet sounds as he fucked her? Did she like it dirty? Hard? Was fucking her going to be as great as he imagined?
Maybe one taste. One touch. To see if it was worth it.
When it came to Amelia, she was an enigma. He wanted to know more. Maybe, just maybe, giving in to his needs this once would put to rest any other feelings he might have about her.
“Wolfe?” she asked.
Even her voice was pure fucking sex.
He took her coffee mug and placed it down on the counter, along with his.
Staring at her, her brown eyes wide, he debated for the shortest moment if he should even do this. Then she licked her lips. It wasn’t an overtly sensual move, but one that completely made him throw all caution out of the wind and just take.
With Amelia, he’d been a gentleman. Never crossing any personal boundaries or lines.
He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her toward him, slamming his lips down on hers. Her moan came out seconds before he swallowed it down as he kissed her. She moaned again, wrapping her arms around him, and he held her close to him, feeling those full tits and her soft body against his. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Pure, fucking sex. Everything he ever wanted. Wrapped up in a vegan package.
As he slid his fingers up into her hair, she opened her lips, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. With his other hand, he cupped her hip—perfection.
He hadn’t allowed himself the luxury to touch her, but right now, he could. Kissing her hard, he licked within her mouth, and a moan escaped her, which he swallowed down.
Amelia was nervous with her touches.
He wanted to touch her ass, so he slid his hand from her hip to her full ass, drawing her even closer. Now, they were touching, body to body, but not skin to skin. They had on way too many clothes.
Wolfe broke the kiss and stared into Amelia’s face.
Her eyes were closed. As he stopped kissing her, she slowly opened them. Her lips were plump, and she licked them again, tilting her head back to stare at him.
“Amelia, I want to fuck you. Tell me if that is what you want or if you want me to leave.”
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