Melissa has her eyes set on Luke and after one steamy night together, this strong, gorgeous man is laying by her side and almost purring at her touch. Luke has found his mate in sweet, human Melissa and is determind to claim her for his own. If his brute strength and power won’t win her ovver, the undeniable sexual chemistry between them surely will. Melissa has a choice to make – either one includes death and destruction for them both. All signs point to them not being together but for her,m Luke will forsake everything. Even if it means he kills himself in the process.
Age Rating: 18+ (Graphic sex and violence)
Warning: this book contains material that may be considered upsetting or disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.
Note: This story is the author’s original version and does not have sound.
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Melissa has her eyes set on Luke and after one steamy night together, this strong, gorgeous man is laying by her side and almost purring at her touch. Luke has found his mate in sweet, human Melissa and is determind to claim her for his own. If his brute strength and power won't win her ovver, the undeniable sexual chemistry between them surely will. Melissa has a choice to make – either one includes death and destruction for them both. All signs point to them not being together but for her, Luke will forsake everything. Even if it means he kills himself in the process.
Age Rating: 18+ (Graphic sex and violence)
Warning: this book contains material that may be considered upsetting or disturbing.
Reader discretion is advised.
Original Author: J.M. Johnson
The golden eyes appeared once more, keeping contact with my own, freezing me in place.
My blood began to burn with excitement at our unofficial routine – There was a reason I was here every night and the reason was him.
Let me see you, Melissa,the voice vibrated through my mind. Call me crazy but I knew it was him.
That somehow he had broken all the rules and logic of reality and was able to enter my thoughts as though we were one.
I gave him a seductive smile, slipping the dressing gown over my shoulders, slowly revealing my naked body to him. A growl echoed around me, sending shivers down my spine.
The golden eyes sparkled in the distance, growing larger with every step forward he took towards me, becoming clearer, showing me the desire that was held for me, only me!
I held my breath, waiting to finally see his face! This was the moment…
“Hello! Earth to Melissa…” I blinked a few times, coming back to reality to find Abigail staring at me, worry clearly marked on her face.
“Girl.. are you okay? I've been calling you for 5 minutes!”
Disappointment had my shoulders sagging as I took in my surroundings – just when it was getting interesting my daydream was snatched away from me!
“Sorry Abi. I didn't sleep great last night” wasn't that the understatement of the century! “What did you say?” Abi continued to stare at me.
I knew she was taking in how tired I looked, the bags under my eyes, the vacant look on my face. The dreams were becoming more frequent, more lifelike, more real.
Every time I dreamt of him I always awoke craving something but not knowing what.
I would walk over to my bedroom window and stare at the dense forest ahead, waiting to see the two flecks of gold staring back at me.
He hadn't been there in a while and as ridiculous as it was, I was worrying. I had to stop obsessing so much over this.
I didn't know what was behind the eyes, as Abi liked to remind me it could be a serial killer for all I knew, but in my heart, I knew it wasn't.
Something called to me beckoned me like nothing ever had before. A future I never dreamt could exist was mine for the taking, if only I had the courage to reach out and take it.
“You're still coming to the party tonight right? Jadine's friend is dying to meet you!” I sighed inwardly. I loved Abigail, we had been friends for as long as I can remember.
Our mum's met at baby yoga and they were inseparable, causing me and Abi to be just as close. Of course, this gave Abi what she called “free reign' over my love life.
I could see how happy she was with Jadine, their faces lit up when they saw each other.
They never had a huge “coming out” announcement, they were just Abi and Jadine, and we've all loved and accepted them ever since. One look at them and you knew that they were made for each other.
I wanted that as well, someone who lived entirely for me, but not at the expense of another blind date.
I had been on more of these than I cared to remember, none of which had been overly pleasant for me. The guys were fine, the problem was me.
“Abi…”
“Don't “Abi” me! You're not spending another night cooped up waiting for Golden Eyes to appear. You've never even seen his face Mel, you could be obsessing over a fucking rabbit for all you know”
“Oh? You've met many golden-eyed rabbits have you?” I shot back with a chuckle. “Besides it was a serial killer last time”
Abi flicked her straight black hair over her shoulder and looked me dead in the eye
“You're coming and that's that. Oh and yes, I've got a lovely golden rabbit at home, call it a birthday present from Jadine” she gave me a small wink.
“That was more information than I needed but fine you win, I'll come!”
“Attagirl. Besides, I've heard a little rumour that Derek may have a touch of the Golden balls himself”
I snorted – my most attractive habit. “Enough, no more gold!”
“Take your own advice, Melly. I've gotta go, my mum's waiting in the car. She says to give her a call later and…” whatever she said was cut off as she went running out the door.
I shook my head slightly and gave a small chuckle. Take my own advice? If only it was that easy.
I'm sure Derek would be a great guy, everyone Abi had in mind for me was sweet and kind, but something always held me back. It was official, I was insane.
I had put my entire life on pause, waiting for something and not even knowing what it was.
I grabbed my school bag and began shoving in my belongings. It was time to shake out of this. I was going to the party, I would flirt with Derek and I would stop looking for the eyes in the woods.
In fact, some new window blinds were the first thing I would buy.
I scuffed my feet along the pavement as I walked home, lazily swinging my bag from hand to hand.
I was a hopeless romantic, seeing the beauty everywhere, noticing things that many others would overlook.
Something had me reflecting upon my life recently – I didn't know if it was because I was at a crossroad, now finished with school and ready to take the next step in my life or something else, but I was beginning to realise a lot of things that I had taken for granted.
The children that always played in the park, their screams of joy and excitement. The elderly couple that always sat on their porch and had a drink together as they told each other about their day.
The young couples squeezing in some time together before they returned to their busy jobs or hectic families.
I was caught up in my thoughts, paying no attention to my surroundings. I heard a car picked up speed behind me, beeping the horn over and over to gain my attention.
Just as I turned round to acknowledge it, it drove straight through a puddle and covered me in muddy water!
A laugh crackled through the air As I stood still, frantically wiping at my eyes and choking on God knows what. My anger simmered when I heard a familiar voice, “Oh no! Looks like you're gonna need a bath in time for the party. Gotta look your best for Derek! Hurry home! See you at 7 Melly!”
“Abi you're a fucking prick!” I shouted back at her, hearing her dirty sounding laugh in response, giving middle finger out of the car window. She lived for things like this!
Taking perverse enjoyment from other people's discomfort. I gritted my teeth and crossed my arms over my chest to disguise my see-through top.
I ran down my garden path, kicking open the front door, immediately hearing the voices of my parents coming from the kitchen.
Any ordinary day I would go straight to them, bantering with my dad about the state of fashion these days, hugging my mum as she joined my side, reminding my dad of his handlebar moustache days.
Whenever my mother was home she would have a cup of tea waiting for me and we would catch up on everything that had happened since we had last seen each other.
Being a nurse in the Accident and Emergency department often meant we crossed paths, leaving as the other was arriving but we made time for each other whenever we could.
Today though, I wanted to be alone and so I called out:
“Hiya mum, hiya dad, fab day, gotta bathe, see you soon!” And ran upstairs before I heard my dad's lighthearted complaints of mud being traipsed in the house or the state of the carpet with my wet shoes.
Stood in my bedroom I threw my bag and phone on the bed and began undressing, looking in the full-length mirror.
I would never be skinny but I was fairly proud of my body and had a lot of confidence in it.
I'd never had the height of Abi, standing at a measly 5ft4 but I had high, firm breasts, a slightly rounded stomach, rounded hips and shapely legs.
I tried to work out but the chocolates and cake called to me, which was why I was a firm size 16-18 and 36EE tits. I shrugged and wandered into the en-suite to run a bath.
I'd love to be tall and slim like my dad, but this was the body I was given and I was making the best of it.
I had dabbled with a bit of modelling a few years ago, gaining confidence that had always escaped me.
As is the same for many teenagers, high school wasn't easy- there had always been one nasty girl to remind me that my thighs were huge, my stomach too rounded, my ass jiggled when I walked.
It would have been easy to remain in my baggy clothes to hide away from the relentless bullying but neither my mum nor Abi had allowed it.
They had signed me up for the Miss Voluptuous contest, cheering louder than anyone else there as I strutted down the catwalk.
Through the girls there I had learned how to accentuate my waist, to dress to flatter my figure. They showed me how to style my hair to frame my face, highlighting my cheekbones and eyes.
They taught me to apply make-up and hold myself with pride and confidence.
They assured me I didn't need the make-up to be pretty, complimented every feature I owned when I was bare-faced and natural, but they did teach me how to make my features stand out and be more prominent.
Fast forward back to now and I was happier than I had ever been and many times people would comment on my confidence as the happiness radiated from me.
Realising I'd left my phone in the bedroom, I quickly grabbed the towel to wrap around my body and ran back to the bedroom.
As soon as I entered the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and my head swung round to the window, eyes wide, knowing exactly what I'd see.
Two small flecks of gold, at the edge of the forest, watching me, waiting for me, wanting me. He was back.
My earlier thought of forgetting all about him was lost to me, all I could focus on was the gaze that held mine so intently. I was in deeper trouble than I thought
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I sucked in my breath as I saw the light pool into the room. There she was. As fucking beautiful as ever, the towel doing little to disguise her tanned body.
Fuck she was sexy and she didn't even have to try. As. Alpha, I was surrounded by many beautiful women but something about then woman in front of me appealed to me on a primal level.
She was special, important. I just didn't know how or why when she wasn't a werewolf. It was basically unheard of.
I needed to stay away from her, I had tried to stay away from her. I knew I would be leaving soon for Alpha Mating Season. I was 30 and without a mate.
Alphas the world over had been inviting me to visit, to inspect their “lands” to look over their “warriors”, when we all knew it was with the hopes that their daughter would be my mate, I would be inspecting the females, looking over the she-wolves.
An alliance with my pack was a huge deal to the smaller packs, it would offer my protection and deter others from attacking.
My pack is the Bridgewater Pack, feared and respected across Europe. Ever since my parents were ruthlessly murdered I had trained relentlessly. Every day I was either training or fighting.
I had heard the snickers about me, I was too young, too small, too weak to ever lead a strong pack. I took their lashings and their disrespect and proved them all wrong.
Every single fucking wolf who had doubted me were challenged and put in their place. The Alpha who had ordered my parents death was captured, tortured and killed.
His hide was hung on my wall, his skull speared onto the welcome gates at the front of the pack, a reminder to anyone who wanted to doubt me and my abilities.
To remind them who the fuck I was – Alpha Luke, the strongest, toughest Alpha in all of Europe. I destroyed anything in my path and took what I wanted. Lands, females, power.
It was mine with the click of a finger. I relished in the fear that swept through the crowds when my name was whispered.
It was a title I had worked hard to achieve and one I had no intention of giving up.
I knew the job came with responsibilities, one of them being to find my mate and produce the next heir, to keep my pack strong.
So why was I stood there, staring up into the second story bedroom, watching this slip of a human? Why couldn't I get her out of my head?
She wasn't my mate – no human had been mated to a werewolf in over a century, we all assumed the Moon Goddess had given up on her quest to have humans and werewolves live harmoniously.
Ever since the night she single-handedly slaughtered packs and ordered us to withdraw from human life. Yet I couldn't pull away from the blonde in front of me. Something about her called to my wolf.
I could feel him pushing to the surface, turning my eyes golden, lengthening my canines, demanding to be let out. Her body looked soft and inviting beneath that towel.
I was used to athletic she-wolves, with strong, hard bodies.
They were very sexy in their own way, their toned legs wrapped around my waist was an amazing feeling, but they never called to me as her curves did. I craved those curves.
I lay awake at night, fist clenched around my cock, pumping up and down as I imagined those curves in my hands, the roundness of those hips pressed into mine, her plump tits rubbing against my chest, my cock pushed between them.
My skin tingles with that familiar feeling I got whenever I was close to her, every nerve ending in tune with her and exactly what she was doing.
This was torture, I wanted her with a force that shook me. It was beyond dangerous and I needed to leave.
I was about to turn away, to run in the opposite direction before my wolf raced up there and took her, consequences be damned, when she snapped her head around and looked straight at me. Shit.
My breath caught in my throat as my eyes connected with his. The dying sunlight was illuminating his face for once and I finally saw him. Jesus! He looked as though he had been crafted from the Gods.
He stood shirtless, golden muscles gleaming, arms crossed over his chest. His jeans were unbuttoned and hung low on his hips, giving me full access to his upper body and boy did I look!
He was covered in tattoos, small flowers making their way down the inside of his biceps.
He was cleanly shaven apart from a small trail of hair that began at his belly button, thickening as it disappeared under the waistband of his jeans. I swallowed hard.
As he stood there, barefoot with his legs crossed, leaning against the tree I just knew, beyond any doubt, that he could see me as clear as I could see him.
Despite me having the advantage of being on the upper floor I could see his eyes rake down my body and I swore I heard a growl emerge from him, a smirk appearing on his gorgeous face.
My god that sound was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. I held the towel to my chest tightly and moved closer to the window, watching him watch me.
My breath caught in my throat when he uncrossed his legs and pushed himself off of the tree and I noticed the very big bulge at the front of his jeans.
I squeezed my thighs together, desperate to relieve some of the tension. I knew if I pushed a hand up my towel I would feel how wet my pussy was. What was happening to me?
Why did this man affect me so much?
I knew I had crossed a moment of no return. It had been a bit easier to pretend I could forget him when he was a faceless pair of eyes, but now he was here in all his glory and I was lost forever.
There would no forgetting the lust written on his face, the burning desire in his eyes, the way he couldn't tear his gaze from me, as though I held him as captivated as he held me.
Before I knew what I was doing, my hands moved seemingly of their own violation and pulled the folds of the towel apart, letting it drop to the floor beneath me.
My pussy clenched as I heard that growl again. I had no idea what to think, all I knew was I loved this small display of power I had over him.
To think that this insanely handsome man was held entranced by my body had my self-esteem soaring, relishing in his helplessness when it came to my naked body.
Not stopping to think in case I lost all confidence I ran my hands up my body, arching my back as I grabbed my tits and squeezed my nipples.
He took a step towards my house and I giggled as I heard him curse. I turned around and bent far down to retrieve my towel.
I wiggled my hips slightly, letting him have the complete show, making sure he saw everything, my rounded ass up in the air, the folds of my pussy glistening with my wetness.
Then just as soon as it started, it was over.
I straightened up, wrapped the towel around my body and with a confidence I had never felt before, I sashayed back into the bathroom, my hips swinging from side to side, closing the door firmly behind me.
I heard a roar coming from the woods and tried to look out of the frosted glass of the bathroom window, thinking I caught a flash of dark fur as it flew past but I didn't see my mysterious stranger.
I sank down on to the side of the bath and pressed a hand to my chest. What the fuck did you just do Melissa? !
I was 18, I had lost my virginity a few years ago, I wasn't new to the whole seduction game but never before had I used my body in such a way.
My heart beat wildly and my breath came thick and fast.
What must he think of me now? The next time he returned, surely he was going to want more? As much as I would love to have his naked body laying over mine, I wanted more. I wanted all of him!
I needed to connect with him emotionally, physically, sexually and that frightened me even more. Did soulmates exist? Because I couldn't imagine feeling this way about anyone else.
It made a mockery of everything else I had felt before and yet, this was only the beginning – I hoped.
I was going to go to the party and then I'd be waiting. Tonight I was going to find out what it was about him that screamed out to me.
With my resolve set, I sank down onto the bath, letting the bubbles ease the tension in my body as I began to fantasize about the evening ahead
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