“Okay…” Chance covered his face with a hand.
Too much information Breanne.
He’d totally forgotten she could read his mind, even from across world.
“Just giving you a heads up, Chance. You should try them, with or without Olivia. They aren’t genderless, being very male, but they have a tendency to treat both genders in the same way…needing to pleasure and be pleasured. It’s enjoyable ecstasy of the highest quality, and it feeds them like nothing else can for their focus ability. Remember that part.”
“Thanks, Breanne. I appreciate your candidness.”
“Take care, Chance. Again, I’ll say it…those bears would be an excellent addition to your pack of agents.”
He hung up the phone and decided to look in on what was happening in the room. As soon as the door cracked open the scent of arousal hit him like blow-back from an exploding bomb. Sounds of passion rode high from the group. The doors must be sound-proof for him not to have heard them.
Zander laid on the floor as Jasmine rode his rippling erection with fervor, Dir practically sat on Zander’s thighs while pumping into her backside, his fingers attached to her nipples. To Chance’s surprise, Damen straddled Zander’s face, getting blown slow and easy, Zander controlled it by holding Damen’s balls. All of them voiced their passion in pants, moans, grunts, and groans.
Chance needed his mate, bad. His cock pulsed in its fullness and he wanted her desperately. He quietly closed the door and ran for the outer buildings.
The full moon lit the snow like thousands of sparkling candles. Chance followed Olivia’s scent to a large outer building, he opened the door to find another orgy of wolves giving head to each other and a Kodiak he knew was Rynd. Olivia wasn’t among the group, but Chance realized in that moment how turned on he’d be if he saw her in the throes of passion. Then he quickly shoved the thought aside, blaming it on being overcome with both bears’ pheromones and witnessing two orgies.
He shifted and followed Olivia’s scent out the back door as wolf. The brilliant light of moon and stars called him like it had called to Olivia. He saw her long tracks in the snow made from an all-out run and he couldn’t wait to join her.
“Olivia, love, let me run with you. Wait for me.”
“I thought you’d never ask. I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever.”
Chance ran like a wind-storm until he saw her, lying in the snow. Her head lifted as he neared. He sniffed her arousal and his own burned for her. She fluffed her tail and raised her hind-end.
“I need you, Chance.”
Chance mounted her and immediately released inside her.
“Too much stimulation back at the resort.”
“So you saw Rynd with the wolves.”
“And Zander pleasuring half my pack in human-form.”
“And you didn’t join in?”
“Not when I have you, my love.”
Olivia wiggled beneath him, and his cock twitched inside her.
“You little she-wolf, you know just what it takes to wake me to your wiles.”
He nipped her ear.
“You’re in for the ride of your life, my love.”
“Show me you love me…”
Kay Dee Royal writes paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary erotic romance—maybe because it's also her favorite genres to read! She pens tales with wild, rugged heroes and strong, intelligent heroines. She'll give them both a few shadowy secrets, making her stories intriguing and fun. She resides in Southern Michigan with her family (her dogs, her cats, her caged husband...you get the idea).
You can reach her at http://www.kaydeeroyal.blogspot.com/ and find the latest on her titles from her publisher, MuseItUp Publishing.
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Series
LIIA–Lycan International Investigation Agency
Staring Into the Eyes of Chance
Paranormal Erotic Romance by Kay Dee Royal
Olivia endures a thirty-four year passionless marriage, discovering her dead husband’s philandering history at his funeral. She devotes her energy and life-long sensitivity with animals to her wildlife refuge and preserve.
Chance, a Lycan alpha and leader of the Lycan International Investigation Agency (LIIA) throws himself into his investigations. He chooses to neglect his duty of finding a primal-mate after watching his father become an empty shell over the loss of his.
A murderous rogue pack draws Chance onto Olivia’s wildlife preserve, sending Olivia’s animal sensitivities into overdrive. Chance and Olivia discover a sizzling force driving them together.
Will they succumb to its enticing tether, or fight to resume their loveless lives apart?
Chapter One
Olivia needed calm, not the stress of yet another five minute lecture from her sister, Lacey, who was hell-bent on finding her a man. She squeezed her eyes tight and started counting.
One…two…
Of course, it helped Olivia faced the opposite direction from her sister.
“Ray’s been gone for over two years. It’s time,” Lacey said. She sighed, sounding as exasperated as Olivia felt. “You’ll like this guy, trust me.”
Three…four…five…
Lacey refused acknowledging that Olivia lived a contented life. She incessantly set up ridiculous dates of handpicked men. Those chosen few, Lacey’s caliber of men, were deeply established in the corporate world and a little too much on the wild side. If Olivia ever climbed onto that branch of life again, she’d select less business-oriented men. At fifty-five years old, she found it a highly unlikely branch.
Ten…
count over. Olivia opened her eyes and saw the farthest floodlight kick on. Her whole back area of barns and sheds was illuminated, but when the back light facing the woods came on, it looked like a hit of pure sunshine. She stared out the three-season porch window, interested in what tripped the motion detector. Once in a while a rehabilitated deer wandered in for a visit from her wooded preserve.
“Olivia, are you still here?” Lacey’s sarcasm shot Olivia back into the room.
“How many different ways have I told you? No. More. Men. Period,” Olivia snapped. Thank God Lacey was leaving in the morning. She’d only stayed the weekend with Olivia for a forester seminar, but it seemed like a month.
“Okay, just this one. If you see this guy, I’ll never fix you up again.” Lacey shuffled back into the kitchen, most likely fixing herself a cup of coffee. No one drank more coffee than her sister.
“Like that’s going to happen.” A movement from the trees drew Olivia’s attention and she watched for whatever was there.
“I promise, just this once,” Lacey’s voice carried through the open door between the kitchen and three season room.
“Oh my God,” Olivia gasped. A huge black wolf pranced out of the tree line and sniffed the air. Its head snapped around, staring at her. Their gazes connected and something tingled inside her. She’d never connected with a wolf before. It crouched low. All of her porch windows were open and a steady breeze wafted through toward the wolf. She knew it should run in the opposite direction after smelling human, not come closer. It was tough figuring the exact size of the beast, being a good one hundred plus yards away, but she knew it stood larger than anything she’d seen, even in its crouched position.
How in the hell did it get over my eight-foot fence?
“H-e-l-l-o, am I talking to dead air? What do you mean by, ‘oh my God’…Olivia?”
“What?” Olivia focused on the wolf with its body slouched and moving in the direction of the barns.
Oh God, he’s after the animals there.
“Just meet this guy. His name is Chance.” Lacey started through the door into the porch. Olivia rushed over, stopping her.
“Okay, sure,” Olivia answered without caring what her sister just said. Olivia needed outside without panicking Lacey. “Go take that bath you talked about earlier while I check on my healing critters.”
Olivia stood trembling at the doorway. She watched the wolf move closer from her peripheral. Lacey would freak if she saw it.
“Okay, guess we got guy stuff covered. Jacuzzi here I come.” Lacey turned and walked through the kitchen toward the bathroom.
Olivia kept an eye on the wolf’s progress, grabbing her tranquilizer rifle on the way out of the porch. Once clear of the house, she lost sight of the wolf. It disappeared behind the barn. She bent low and ran until she reached the building. Olivia swallowed the knot of panic, followed the outer wall until she reached the corner, and peeked around it.
Where the hell is it?
Sharp prickles raced up her spine as the deepest, longest, eeriest wolf howl she ever heard echoed through the forest. Her body froze and her fingers clung white-knuckled around the tranq rifle. A longer ominous howl answered. It came from the backside of the barn. She took a deep breath, stood up with gun ready, rounded the corner, and ran the length of the barn. Olivia paused for another breath before dashing around to the backside of the structure.
Nothing.
She stepped away from the building, intent on walking her yard perimeter, head pivoting in all directions, scanning the short grass and fallen leaves. Movement to her right alerted her too late as she pivoted toward the motion.
“Oomph!” She took a hit, like a truck slammed into her front side. A flurry of black and silver fur, claws, and teeth. She fell flat on her back, her head bouncing off the ground. The rifle flew from her grasp. No footfalls, no heavy breathing, but a pungent scent of musty dog fur lingered in the air. Olivia lay there, afraid to move, afraid the wolf had just called in his pack.
She closed her eyes, calling up her animal sensitivity ability, while shoving down her own panic. After years of psychically working with animals, she knew they sensed panic and fear. Her breathing needed regulating.
Olivia relaxed as best she could and opened her mind. She sensed the wolf; masculine. He came across with an urgent need to protect, more like helping her feel safe. Another howl, with a deep and sinister timbre, shattered her concentration. A stab of electricity zipped through her, pumping adrenaline and tightening every muscle. This howl came from farther inside the forest than the first one. She sensed aggression in the wolves within the forest, ready for battle. Her heart drummed against her ribs in anticipation of an answering call, and she couldn’t stop the tremors running rampant in her belly.
Instead she saw the lights go out through her closed eyelids. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but blackness.
Nine o’clock on a September evening, what did she expect?
Damn power company! Hopefully Lacey sat in the Jacuzzi and wouldn’t come running out.
She lay listening for any sound. Her own breath, the loudest panting she’d ever heard, came in at a close second to her heart banging against the walls of her chest. Slowly, she sat up. The back of her head throbbed, her spine hurt, and the front of her body ached, especially her breasts. She bent her legs to stand and in that same moment a jet of hot mist coated her face.
Wolf breath.
Olivia froze, tamping down the run-for-your-life urge. Her mind reached toward the beast beside her, searching his energy markers, his emotions, urges. She read him as curious, stimulated. Maybe a misread of…sexually stimulated? She sat back on her haunches, figuring if she stretched at least four feet of her five-foot ten frame, maybe she’d appear larger. His breath assailed her from above, she remained squatted.
Damn, this thing is huge!
He sniffed the top of her head, down by her ear, licked the length of her neck and up the side of her face. Another howl close by, echoing near the tree line, got the wolf’s attention. He raised his head from her and shoved her body back with his own. She went down on her butt, folding her legs sideways. Fur from his backside pressed into the front of her, including her face. Olivia turned her head away and took a breath. A shiver began in her belly and inched through her arms, legs, and up her neck. She sensed his urgency, he must move and his need…again, to keep her safe and again something else, another misread?
He moved back, his head next to hers. A growl vibrated, harsh and deep, beside her ear. Olivia jumped when he yipped instead of howled. He circled her, stopping behind her. A sudden scratch of claws and pebbles from rain washout near the barn pelted her. Air swirled around her as the wolf leaped over her head in the direction of the woods.
Olivia’s breath whooshed out like a balloon being released. Tears welled and trickled down her face. The wolf’s size was about as abnormal as it got. She’d never heard of any wolf being that large. She’d done plenty of research on the species, brushing up for the wolf pup she rehabilitated and released back into the wild years ago when Ray and she first opened the refuge, before they owned the preserve property.
Olivia pushed herself up onto wobbly legs, her stomach lurched, and before she could blink, vomit spewed. She retched hard, falling onto her hands and knees, weak and crying, something she hadn’t done since Ray’s funeral. As if on cue, all the lights popped on, illuminating her shadow against the barn wall.
Oh, that’s lovely. Damn power company.