Authors:
Anne Conley,
Lily Marie,
Kim Fox,
Zoe Chant,
Ariana Hawkes,
Terra Wolf,
K.S. Haigwood,
Shelley Shifter,
Nora Eli,
Alyse Zaftig,
Mackenzie Black,
Roxie Noir
Tags:
Unknown,
Paranormal,
paranormal romance,
Werewolves,
shifters,
Shapeshifting,
wolves,
compilation,
Werebears,
bear shifters,
omnibus,
bundle,
PNR
contained bottles of water, lemonade, and champagne, plus carefully wrapped glasses, napkins, and silverware. It also had a loaf of crusty French bread and several types of cheese, sliced ham and roast beef and sandwich fixings, salmon salad, cold shrimp and cocktail sauce, fruit salad, a box of assorted macaroons, and another box of assorted cupcakes.
“I like everything,” Raina said. “Except for the bananas in the fruit salad.”
“I’ll have those,” Owen said.
Raina picked up a chunk and placed it between his lips. In return, he fed her a juicy strawberry.
“It’s so beautiful here,” Raina said as they ate. “I’m surprised we haven’t run into any other hikers.”
“Oh…” Owen looked slightly embarrassed. “We won’t. These are my woods. I own this land. It’s completely private.”
“Wow.” Raina shook her head, amazed. “I keep forgetting you’re a billionaire. You’re so down to earth.”
“I’ve only been a billionaire for five years,” Owen reminded her. “What did you expect a billionaire to be like?”
“A man who never goes hiking or does anything with his hands but count money,” Raina admitted. “Like that creepy guy you had to scare off me at the auction.”
“Austin Stroud.” Owen’s green eyes narrowed with anger, and for a moment, his handsome face went hard and frightening. “You never have to worry about being bothered by anyone like that again, Raina. I’ll scare off anyone who even looks at you in a way you don’t like.”
“Thanks. I know you will.” Moved that he would offer to protect her, Raina put her hand over his.
The touch of their hands was like an electric shock. She didn’t know which of them reached out first, but they were suddenly kissing passionately, overcome with desire. Owen’s tongue plundered her mouth, fierce and lustful. Her hands were under his shirt, hers under his.
With a sweep of his big hand, Owen shoved the remains of the picnic off the blanket. He laid Raina down and undressed her, his hands rough and urgent. Her shirt tore, but she barely noticed. Within seconds, he’d completely stripped her. She lay nude on the blanket, a gentle breeze caressing her body and Owen’s heated gaze warming her.
“I can’t wait to taste you, Raina!” Owen said.
His words turned her on even more. Maybe she could taste him, too. At the thought of sucking that huge cock, a trickle of liquid flowed from her pussy, making her squirm.
“I can smell you,” Owen said. “God, it’s so hot. I can smell how wet you are for me.”
“What’s it smell like?” Raina asked.
“Like musk and honey. I have to taste it.” Owen’s voice was roughened with passion. “And I will!”
Still fully dressed, he lowered himself down over her and began kissing and suckling at her breasts. Raina moaned as his hot tongue trailed over her nipples, making them harden in his mouth. He caressed and fondled her with his hands as he kissed and licked at her.
She ran her hands through his soft hair as he worked his way downward, kissing ever bit of the belly that everyone had always told her was fat and ugly. But Owen’s passion made it feel like a natural part of her, even a beautiful, desirable part.
His warm breath stirred the nest of curls between her legs, making her gasp. Then he pushed her legs apart, and bent to lick at her pussy. Raina’s fists clenched in the blanket with the exquisite shock of sensation.
Owen lapped at her as if he loved her taste. He drew back long enough to murmur, “You do taste like honey.”
Then he returned to making love to her with his tongue. He teased at her clit, sending rippling waves of nearly-unbearable pleasure through her body. Raina moaned and cried out, not caring what she sounded like, unable to do anything but writhe in the grip of the most incredible feeling she had ever known. Then a tremendous climax crashed over her, and she heard herself scream in impossible delight.
As the aftershocks faded,
Chris A. Jackson, Anne L. McMillen-Jackson