Claimed and Bred By The Wolf 2: Pack Initiation (Shapeshifter Erotic Romance)

Claimed and Bred By The Wolf 2:

Pack Initiation

(Shapeshifter Erotic Romance)

by

Elixa Everett

Chapter 1

"Ian, Noooooo!" Adrianna pulled the blanket back and patted the empty spot of bed beside her, hoping to entice her wolf lover to come back to bed. "Come back to bed babe."

Ian tugged his work boot on and laced it up before he lifted his icy blue eyes to meet her emerald green ones. "Wish I could. I'm already late for work and I have that pack meeting tonight."

Adrianna groaned and caught her lower lip between her teeth, attempting to give him her sexiest look. His gaze shifted to her lips and his jaw clenched, hunger flaring up in his eyes. She knew if her eyes were to drop to his groin she'd see his erection straining against the faded denim covering it.

"This is your own fault you know."

He cocked a brow up at her and grinned. "What is my fault
now?
" He walked over to the bed and leaned over her, his lips brushing against the side of her neck and sending a delicious shiver through her.

"You know what," she moaned softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. The apex between her legs suddenly became moist as his soft, teasing string of kisses ignited her arousal.

Ian slid a hand under the blankets and cupped her naked mound in his hand. Fisting the front of his jean jacket, she attempted to pull him down to her, but the hand he had braced at the side of her head, kept him firmly rooted where he was. Parting her moist folds he darted two fingers into her heated core, stroked her briefly and then quickly removed his hand. He kissed her lightly on the lips and straightened up.

"That's what!" Adrianna growled playfully. She opened her eyes and watched as he licked her juices from his index and middle fingers. "Damn tease."

Chuckling softly, he shrugged as he turned walking towards the bedroom door. "Later babes." Seconds later, he disappeared and she could hear him jogging down the staircase to the bottom floor.

Scrambling out of the bed, Adrianna rushed to her bedroom window that overlooked

the gravel driveway of her modest country home and watched his broad, muscular frame as he walked to his Jeep.

With the Jeep door open he paused, sensing her eyes on him and turned back to catch her gaze. He gave her a smile that made her weak in the knees and a wink before

disappearing into the Jeep. Seconds later he was speeding down the gravel driveway, dust and dirt being kicked up by the Jeep's oversized back tires.

Once the Jeep disappeared completely out of sight Adrianna got dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, her usual daily attire. Once dressed, she began making her morning rounds on the small farm before getting her shower and heading to work. With her

mother's death, just a little over six months ago, nineteen year old Adrianna had to give up her dreams of going to college to take a full-time job as a cashier at the local grocery store to keep the bills afloat.

However, in addition to her mother's death, less than a month ago she found out that her deceased father was a wolf shifter, and that meant she had a dormant shifter gene. She doubted she'd be able to keep her mind focused on her studies anyhow. There was so much she had to learn about her roots, about Ian and the pack, and about who she may or may not become.

Ian's pack meeting was of particular importance to her, despite her not being allowed to attend. At tonight's meeting Ian would officially announce his imprinting on her to the pack and they would give their official approval of their union. While the approval was a formality, they both hoped that someone who knew her father would be willing to share what, if anything, they knew about her father and mother's relationship. Something her mother had never spoken about.

*****

It had been a long day, including several hours of unexpected overtime and Ian was

anxious to get home to Adrianna. His foot pressed down on the accelerator and the Jeep leapt forward as the speedometer quickly rose taking the Jeep above the speed limit. The Rolling Stones came onto the radio and he immediately cranked it up, losing himself in the darkened highway and the sound of Mick Jagger's voice as it filled the Jeep.

He slowed the Jeep as he reached the final mile before the pull off onto Adrianna's driveway. The radio began to crackle breaking his attention from the road and diverting it to the radio. He fiddled with the stations and out of the corner of his eye and to his left he noticed a movement, a flash of brown. Instinct took over and he slammed on the breaks.

Straightening back up in the seat he found himself staring into the yellow/green eyes of a cougar. The wolf within him fought to be unleashed, taking all of his energy to subdue it. He wanted to get home to Adrianna and battling a cougar was not on his list of priorities.

Something wasn't right about the extra large cat. Normally a cougar would rush back into the woods, but this one glared at him, its teeth bared, and body bristled, as if it was preparing to pounce onto the hood of the Jeep.

"What the fuck?" The wolf within him clawed its way to the surface. He'd been spending an obscene amount of time controlling his urges to turn, but in this instance he knew that he was going to lose the battle with himself if the cougar didn't leave - soon.

He slammed his palm onto the middle of the steering wheel and a loud horn blared from the vehicle. The sound seemed to break the cougar's fixation with him; it snarled a final time and then rushed back into the woods.

The wolf in him continued to snarl, but slowly retreated as he shifted the Jeep into gear and continued on, distancing himself from the cat. Several minutes later he felt himself again, the incident with the cougar forgotten as he pulled into Adrianna's driveway and parked the Jeep in front of the house alongside her beat up little car.

He glanced over at Adrianna's car as he walked past it. The fifteen year old vehicle was a deathtrap if he had ever seen one and he had been insisting on buying her a new car. She continued to refuse his offer of a new car, but that too, was a battle he was determined to win. He couldn't bear the thought of something happening to her as a result of her driving that death trap of a vehicle.

Walking into the house, he found it eerily quiet. Adrianna's car was in the driveway so she should be home. Frowning, he made his way into the kitchen and then finished

searching the lower floor, but no Adrianna.

"Adrianna?" he called out and rushed up the stairs to search the bedrooms. He had no idea why there was panic rising up within him, but it was there.

Hitting the top of the flight of stairs, he immediately caught her scent - sweet

strawberries - and his eyes turned towards the bathroom. Hearing him, Adrianna turned to face him, her brow furrowed, a towel wrapped around her, and a toothbrush in her mouth.

Turning to the sink, she spit, rinsed and wiped her mouth with a towel before turning back to him.

"What's going on baby? What's wrong?"

"Nothing Honey." Ian shook his head and smiled, feeling silly for his overreaction.

Now that the immediate sense of danger was over, his eyes took a moment to take in her curvy frame wrapped tightly in the white terry clothed towel. Her dark hair was wet, freshly brushed and cascading down her back, while droplets of water shimmered over her ivory skin.

Shrugging off his jacket, he tossed it onto the chair just inside the bedroom door and within three strides he was in the bathroom standing mere inches away from her. He grabbed the end of the towel she had tucked at her bosom and gave it a rough tug, releasing it and letting it puddle at her feet. Hoisting her up onto his hips, he claimed her lips with his as though he was a starving man and she was his only salvation.

*****

Adrianna became instantly concerned about Ian; the way he'd entered the house in a

panic and the worried look upon his face when he found her upstairs made her believe that something was seriously wrong. She knew Ian and he was not the type of man to blow things out of proportion. He was always calm, calculated and everything he did was well thought out and done with complete control. Something had him spooked and she needed to get to the bottom of it.

There was also the little matter of his pack meeting and what they had said about his relationship with her. But as his lips claimed hers and their tongues danced, the questions she had quickly evaporated and the needs of her body took over.

Adrianna both hated and loved how her body reacted to him. It was near impossible to fight the part of her that demanded him; the need was too raw and primal. Her intense urges towards him made her suspect the wolf part of her wasn't as dormant as either of them originally suspected.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he carried her

effortlessly from the bathroom and into the bedroom. Their kisses were frantic and demanding as Adrianna tore at his button down shirt. Several buttons went sailing through the air, but neither of them noticed or cared.

Their bodies collapsed onto the bed, Adrianna under him, as Ian planted a hand at the side of her head to ensure his two-hundred and forty pound muscular frame didn't crush hers. Adrianna's legs tightened around his waist, pulling his groin tighter to hers, anxious to feel his shaft against and in her, without the restriction of his layers of clothing. The rough jean rubbed against her pussy, teasing her clit and fuelling the fire between her legs.

"Fuck, I can't get enough of you," Ian growled as he tore his mouth from hers. His deep, strained voice sent a delicious chill down her spine.

Ian sat back onto his heels, grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulled it up over his head and tossed it to the floor. Sitting up, Arianna tugged at his belt and swiftly undid the button and fly on his jeans. Pushing his jeans down to his knees, along with his boxer briefs, she exposed his thick, erect cock, the head dripping with his pre-cum.

Grasping his shaft, Adrianna began to stroke him from base to tip. A low grumble of pleasure erupted from him. Adrianna's eyes lifted from his cock to meet his lust filled eyes. Flecks of silver danced in his eyes, as it normally did when his senses became heightened. She craved and relished seeing that look in his eyes.

Swiping the tip of his dick with her thumb, she brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked the cum off, keeping her eyes locked to his. His body tensed, and he slipped a hand in her hair, fisting the damp locks.

"Take me in."

A devilish gleam danced in her eyes as she kept her hand at the base of his cock, and her tongue lashed out lapping up the drop of cum. He inhaled sharply and his fingers tightening in her hair. The tension between her legs intensified and she spread them wider, attempting to relieve some of the tension.

Her tongue circled the head of his dick as she began to stroke the lower half of his cock. She circled it several times and then sucked the tip, her tongue probing his slit and tasting another dollop of his deliciously salty cum.

"You're going to drive me insane, Addy," he groaned, "Stroke yourself while sucking me."

Slipping her free hand between her legs, she parted her soft, moist folds seeking out her swollen clit. Applying slight pressure, she began to stroke her clit, sending delicious waves of pleasure throughout her.

Taking the head fully into her mouth, she moaned softly, sending vibrations through him and he echoed her moan. She released his dick and slowly ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft and back up again. At the second pass, she took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked lightly.

"Ahhhh, fuck yeah!"

Ian's hand replaced hers on his cock and he began to stroke himself, in fast, frantic motions, as her tongue and lips teased his balls. Her mouth released the first one and took in the second; her tongue teasing as her mouth engulfed it just the way she knew would drive him wild.

Adrianna slipped her fingers from her clit to her pussy, plunging two fingers deep inside, stroking her inner wall. She began to buck against her hand as she came closer to the brink.

"Almost there Honey."

"Oh God, me too!" Releasing his balls from her mouth, she glanced up and met his gaze. Her fingers alternated between plunging into her needy core and stroking her clit.

She could see the strain in his features and the tension in his body. He was seconds away.

She stroked herself harder, faster, at a frenzied pace, anxious to meet his orgasm with her own.

"Adrianna," Ian groaned.

Adrianna moaned softly as she looked up again, their eyes locking. Her body froze, teetering on the edge. Her pussy clenched, and as she thrust her index and middle finger into her core she found herself toppling over the edge. She closed her eyes, and her back arched, basking in the rush of her orgasm as Ian groaned a final time and a spray of his cum coated her chest and dripped down her breasts.

Adrianna's body trembled as Ian pushed her back onto the mattress. He slid from the bed to kneel on the floor at the edge. A series of shutters overtook her as she opened her eyes and watched Ian spreading her pussy lips and lowering his mouth to her drenched core.