Her Werewolf Lover: Michael and Samantha (The Macconwood Pack Tales #15)

Chapter 17

F acing Michael’s crew, not to mention his aunt and daughter, after they’d fucked upstairs like bunnies was pretty damn embarrassing for Samantha.

But they treated it as normal, so she decided she could be mature and do that, too. Why not?

A Werewolf? He couldn’t be?

“Well? How do you feel about all of this?” Michael asked a few minutes after they came together for the second time.

He rubbed her back, and Samantha’s body warmed against his enormous hard one. He was so handsome and fit. Like a work of art.

She felt beautifully sated, well loved, and really, how could she not? Remembering the way his hungry gaze roamed over her before he’d claimed her so thoroughly had her swallowing hard.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

His ridiculous good looks. The way he growled all the time. The unnatural glow she sometimes saw in his eyes.

Her gaze flashed to his, and for a moment, her new mate looked worried. She inclined her head and nodded.

“I believe you.”

“I hope so after all that,” he said and grinned.

“And it doesn’t matter to me that you get furry and fangy under the full moon.”

“That’s a myth.”

“Or any moon,” she laughed and corrected herself.

“I just want to be with you. In fact, I am about ninety-eight percent sure I’m in love with you, Michael Duarte.”

“Ninety-eight, huh? Let me know when you get to a hundred. I hate to tell you this, but I beat you to it already,” he said, claiming her mouth.

Samantha moaned into the kiss. Michael was such an in-depth lover. He saw to all her needs, made her feel alive and wanted. Emotion bloomed inside of her like a rose after a long winter’s sleep, and she wondered if it was even possible to feel so much for one man.

Oh my God. He said he loves me.

“So, um, should I install a dog door?” she asked, in a bad attempt at lightening the mood.

“Oh, a funny girl,” Michael said and stopped rubbing her back so he could tickle her sides.

“No! Oh my God, stop before I pee!” Samantha laughed and kicked out at the sheets.

“No more dog jokes?”

“I don’t know. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you lick peanut butter off my finger.”

“Finger? That’s nice, but I know some other places that might be fun.”

Gulp. Good thing she liked peanut butter.

“Hmm, maybe later. I do have some questions,” she said, liking the way his eyes zeroed in on her.

He had an uncanny ability to make her feel like the only woman in the entire world. For an ex-supermodel who at one time had millions of eyes on her alone, that was something.

“Okay. How about we get dressed so we can rejoin Maya and Aunt Eileen, and I’ll answer your questions,” he murmured, and her whole body seemed to vibrate in response .

“Okay, but maybe we can,” she whispered, inching towards his enticing lips.

The man could kiss. Every time it was new, exciting, and so damn poignant. She was addicted to his kisses.

“Come here, Mate,” he growled, pulling her into full contact with his hard body.

Samantha had neither the will nor the strength to resist him. Why should she when in his arms was exactly where she wanted to be?

He lowered his head, crushing her mouth with his, yeah, she moved in closer, submitting to his natural dominance willingly. Michael took possession of her mouth, and she clung to him, loving his strength.

He kissed her like he hadn’t kissed her in months instead of minutes.

“Need you, mate,” he rumbled, and she understood completely.

Her body was on fire for him. She straddled his thighs, pressing her body on the curved muscles roping across his chest.

Oh, but he was sublime. A perfect specimen of a man.

“Fuck, Sam, feels so good,” he said, cupping her ass with his big hands .

He lifted her up, and she positioned his dick at her entrance. Then she wiggled, and he lowered her, filling her completely.

She felt wild with need, greedy, demanding, but more than that, Samantha felt sexy, wanted, needed, and it was just what the doctor ordered.

Michael lifted his hips as she lowered hers, fucking her so good on his hard, girthy length. She never knew a man to be so hungry for her before.

Three times a charm .

“Three times isn’t nearly enough. Need you, Mate. So fucking hot.”

“Oh God, yes, Michael, more,” she moaned.

He didn’t hesitate. Michael took her hard and fast, making sure she came at least twice before finishing with a deep, guttural roar.

Samantha’s brain was still trying to catch up with what her body already knew she felt, but she was simply stunned. Michael carried her to the bed and got in beside her, cradling her close.

“We’ll go down in a bit. Nap first.”

She smiled and snuggled into his side. Seemed like the big, growly Werewolf was something of a cuddler and she did not mind one bit.

“This is nice,” she whispered, afraid to break the spell .

“Nice? Love, we are just getting started.”

She guessed she needn’t have worried. Michael’s smile was warm and dazzling as he continued to hold and caress her from head to toe, dropping soft, stimulating kisses all over while he answered all her questions about what he was and what being mated to him meant.

“So, we’re like exclusive, right?” she asked, worrying her lower lip between her teeth.

“Oh yes. Being mates is a soul deep connection. My wolf will have no other. You are it for me, Mate,” he murmured, tracing a line from her eyebrow to her chin.

God, the way he stared at her, like she was the sun in his sky, melted whatever ice had formed around her heart after years of being in a loveless marriage.

Her ex was a cold-hearted weasel of a man, but Michael was his polar opposite.

Michael was honest, warm and inviting, uninhibited too when it came to showing affection.

“You have no idea how much I am going to spoil you, Sam,” he growled, kissing her roughly.

The man was a magician, she thought, smiling as she kissed him back. He’d conjured passion inside what she’d thought was a faulty heart to damn near overflowing.

She ached for him again, even though they’d only just made love. Especially between her legs.

“Is this normal? To want you so much,” she asked, wondering if there was something wrong with her.

“Baby, I want you just as much. Feel how hard I get for you. That’s only for you, Sam. I never felt this way about anyone else.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Not at all. You belong to me, and I belong to you. You have my heart, Samantha. I swear to you.”

And wonder of wonders, she believed him. They stayed in bed long enough for Michael to make her come half a dozen more times, and damn, but the man was cementing himself in her heart with all his delicious attentions.

Much later, she sat down to eat with Maya and Eileen and Michael, like a real family. The two females apparently went food shopping and had prepared a wonderful meal.

It was everything Samantha had ever wanted, and she could hardly believe it was happening. They’d yet to talk logistics, but she already thought of them as hers.

Michael stared at her while he lifted his glass to his lips, sipping the red wine she’d poured for him earlier. Samantha almost knocked down her own glass in response, but Michael righted it for her.

Oh, but the man was enough to make her clumsy, she mused with a grin. Funny how she didn’t mind it around him. She felt safe for the first time in her life. And with a Werewolf of all people!

“What are you thinking?” he asked after Eileen shooed them both out of her kitchen.

The wonderful woman loaded the dishwasher and packed away the leftovers before one of Michael’s crew drove her home.

Maya was sitting at the counter, watching a show on her laptop. Michael indulged her, but she wasn’t spoiled. And Samantha didn’t mind one bit.

Sam felt so right just being there with him and Maya. Like this was all part of her destiny.

“I am thinking I could get used to this,” she breathed the words.

“Yeah?”

“Mm hmm.”

“That’s my girl,” he growled.

If she thought his smile couldn’t get any bigger before, she was wrong. Michael lifted her up and spun her around, making her giggle like a girl as he whooped his excitement .

Then he cupped her cheeks and kissed her so tenderly it brought tears to her eyes.

“I think I could get used to this, too,” he rumbled against her mouth.

Samantha was about to say something else, but a terrible crash from outside brought both their heads up. Someone screamed, and she thought she recognized Della’s voice.

“Daddy?” Maya came running into the hall and she looked frightened.

“Stay inside. Both of you. Samantha, dial this number for Seff McAllister. He is our Pack Beta. Tell him who you are and what is going on here. Whatever you hear, do not come outside,” he instructed before heading out the front door.

Samantha’s heart pounded. She dialed the phone, but the sound of growling and violence made her tremble. Michael was out there fighting whatever that was! She had to do something.

“Maya, do you remember what your dad said?”

“Yes,” the little girl replied.

“Good. Here. Call that number and tell the Beta everything.”

“But where are you going?”

“To help, I hope.”