Savage Wolf: Paranormal Shifter Romance (Wolves Hollow Book 3) Read online

  “Carly told me. And Ari introduced her friends as her pack mates.”

  “Ari? You met Ariana Edge?”

  “Yeah. She came in with a group of girls. I chatted with them while I took their orders, and Ari introduced her pack mates to me. She told me they’re all from the Sentinels pack.”

  Talon exhaled slowly. “Ari is the younger sister of Grayson Edge, the Alpha of the Sentinels.”

  “Oh.” Bianca’s eyes widened. “Well, Ari’s really friendly and easy-going, no airs at all.”

  Bianca continued prattling as Talon drove her home. She felt so pumped up after her first day at work. It was a good start. She liked working at Sunset Diner, and she enjoyed meeting the residents of Wolves Hollow.

  There were shifters and witches in Wolves Hollow, but she had learned from experience that humans could be the most scheming and devious predators. Her ex didn’t need to shift into an animal to intimidate her. He toyed with her mind and emotions and reduced her to a quaking, insecure wreck.

  Bianca swore that she would never allow anyone to make her feel bad about herself again.

  “Ari also said that the Sentinels owned quite a few properties in Wolves Hollow, so she told me that if I needed a place to stay...” Bianca shrugged and glanced at Talon. He was staring straight ahead, not taking his eyes off the road. He seemed to be holding his breath.

  “I told her that I’m happy where I am,” Bianca said and she heard Talon exhale.

  It was the truth. She felt comfortable and safe with Talon, and she couldn’t imagine herself anywhere else.

  Home.

  His beautiful house in the middle of the woods was home.

  She had just met him and yet she had the strangest feeling that she had finally come home.

  Talon made her feel safe, happy and...cherished. Everything he did showed her that he cared for her well-being and her feelings. He made her comfortable in his home. He fed and clothed her, and even found her a job she loved.

  She had met many new people today, but at the end of the day, all she wanted to do was run home to Talon.

  He was her home, her safe harbor, her anchor.

  It was almost as if he had been waiting right here for her all this time. He had been waiting for her to come home.

  “Talon,” she said quietly. “Carly told me about the wolf packs and the witches in Wolves Hollow. You...you’re a shifter, right? The gray wolf I saw on my first night here. That was you, wasn’t it?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Bianca watched Talon closely. She saw his eyes flash silver for an instant, and she knew that she was right. Talon was that magnificent, courageous gray wolf who had saved her from that slavering pack of black wolves.

  “Talon...” she whispered. “I’ve met quite a few shifters today. Ari and her friends come across as lovely, good-hearted people. Shifters don’t scare me. I’m not scared of you, Talon. I...trust you.”

  Talon’s eyes glowed brighter as a muscle worked in his jaw. She could sense the controlled power of his wolf. Claws glinted at the tips of Talon’s fingers as his wolf rose to the surface.

  Bianca’s breathing quickened.

  Seeing his beast so close to the surface thrilled and excited her. She wasn’t afraid of his wolf at all. His wolf was a part of him, and she knew that Talon would never, ever hurt her.

  Talon let out a low growl and the sound sent delicious tremors through her body. Bianca bit down a whimper as molten heat unfurled low in her belly and pooled between her legs.

  A unique, alluring scent was filling the truck. Bianca inhaled the scent greedily and a moan fell from her lips. She recognized Talon’s masculine scent, and the scent seemed to ignite her lust and make her entire body hum and thrum with desire.

  Bianca squeezed her eyes shut as the ache between her thighs intensified. “Talon...” she panted.

  She stared at him, clenching her fists to resist the urge to tear all his clothes off him. She had never felt this maddening, tormenting hunger for any man before.

  She wanted Talon. She wanted and needed him so bad.

  Talon’s nostrils flared as he turned to stare at her. “Bianca,” he growled.

  The way he growled her name made her wetter still. Bianca panted and squirmed in her seat. She fingered the buttons on her blouse unconsciously. Her body felt so hot, so sensitive. She felt as though there was an inferno raging through her, setting all her nerve endings on fire.

  She didn’t understand what was happening to her. In fact, her mind had ceased all capacity for thought. She couldn’t think at all. She could only feel and want and crave.

  She craved Talon. She wanted him to take her, fill her and sate this tormenting hunger.

  “Talon...please,” she whimpered.

  She reached out a trembling hand to him.

  Tires screeched as Talon pulled the truck to a stop in front of the house. In a flash, he was out of the truck. Yanking the door open, he swept Bianca into his arms and carried her into the house.

  Kicking the door shut behind him, Talon put her down on her wobbly legs and spun her round. He pinned her against the door, and Bianca wantonly rubbed herself against his broad, hard body.

  She could feel his erection pushing against her, and she tugged desperately at his belt.

  “I want...you,” she panted.

  She gasped when Talon grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.

  Talon’s silver eyes were fully feral and his breathing was harsh and ragged. The possessive, predatory look in his eyes thrilled her, and Bianca lifted her lips willingly, pleadingly to him.

  Talon growled and crushed his mouth to hers.

  Bianca arched her back and moaned as Talon took her mouth in a bruising, punishing kiss. Her tongue tangled with his in a frenzied, desperate battle for dominance.

  There was a tearing sound and Bianca gasped when her blouse fluttered from her body in shreds. She saw only a brief glint of claws before her bra was ripped from her body.

  She was naked to the waist, but she didn’t feel shy or self-conscious at all. Talon looked at her like he wanted to devour her in the most delicious, decadent way.

  She felt sexy, beautiful and special. She was special.

  Bianca was the woman Talon wanted.

  Talon wanted her. Only her.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Talon licked and kissed his way down Bianca’s quivering body. The sweet scent of her desire was driving him out of his mind. It had taken all his willpower to keep the truck on the road when he scented her fierce arousal in the truck.

  His wolf had surged to the surface at his mate’s voice and scent. And the moment Bianca told him that she wasn’t afraid of his wolf, his lusty beast had sat up and clawed impatiently at his shields.

  She’s ready.

  Talon had tried to leash his horny, agitated wolf, but the beast refused to back down. His mate was here, and she was ready and willing. It was time to claim his female.

  Bianca had seen the primal hunger glowing in his eyes, but she hadn’t been afraid. Instead, her desire burned and spiraled out of control as her body responded to his hunger.

  His mating scent and heat had sparked his mate’s hunger. Bianca was his mate, and her body yearned and ached for his.

  Talon stared at Bianca’s beautiful body before grabbing her waist. He took one breast into his mouth and suckled her furiously. Bianca cried out as he pulled hard at her aching nipple.

  She raked her fingers through his hair and dug her nails into his shoulders. Talon kept teasing and tormenting her dark, erect nipples. He licked and bit her sensitive peaks until she screamed.

  Bianca was wet and ready. He could scent the dampness between her thighs.

  Talon growled, and tugged Bianca’s jeans and panties down her legs. He needed to taste his mate. He could wait no longer.

  Kneeling in front of her, Talon pressed his mouth to her pussy and lapped greedily at her juices. Bianca whimpered as he laved his tongue down her wet folds.
He kept kissing and sucking, swallowing every drop of her sweet, sticky juices.

  When he ran his tongue over her clit, Bianca squeezed her eyes shut at the intense pleasure. “Please...” she panted.

  She didn’t want him to stop.

  Bianca pressed her hand to the back of his head as she ground down on him. She groaned at the incredible sensation, her entire body quaking as her pleasure crested.

  Bianca came with a cry, and Talon felt her body spasm and shudder. Shivering, she fell into Talon’s arms as her legs gave out under her.

  Talon caught her and carried her to the bedroom. Placing her gently on the bed, he caged her in between his arms and kissed her deeply. Bianca moaned as she tasted herself on his lips.

  Talon smirked when Bianca began to claw at his clothes. His feisty, lusty mate wanted him naked. She wanted more.

  Talon shredded his clothes and covered his beautiful mate with his hard, powerful body. Having his mate in his bed, in his arms was a dream come true. It was the most amazing, incredible feeling.

  He had waited so long for this. For her.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Bianca looked into Talon’s eyes as he spread her legs wider apart and pushed the head of his cock into her slit. She wanted him, all of him. She wanted him all to herself. Forever.

  Bianca dug her nails into Talon’s powerful shoulders, gripping him tightly as he entered her.

  At her cry, Talon stilled completely.

  She panted and raised her hips to urge him deeper into her. The pain was melting into sweet, sizzling pleasure, and she wanted more. She wanted him fully inside her.

  Talon was breathing hard, his veins bulging as he wrestled for control.

  Holding her gaze, he inched his huge cock very slowly into her.

  “God, Bianca,” he gritted out. “You feel so incredible.”

  Talon buried himself inside her body and held himself still, savoring the sensation of their bodies becoming one.

  Mine.

  Bianca didn’t know where the word came from. But she could hear it echo in her mind. And it felt right.

  Talon was hers.

  Her mate.

  Bianca wrapped her arms around her mate as he made love to her. It was tender and beautiful. She sighed as Talon rocked into her, filling her body and heart so completely.

  They belonged together, to each other.

  Talon’s eyes glowed with love and pride as he stared down at her. He looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

  In that moment, she saw the truth in his eyes. She was indeed the only woman for him.

  Now and forever.

  As she gazed deep into Talon’s eyes, Bianca realized that she had indeed come home. She had finally found her forever.

  Bianca arched her back, offering all of herself up to Talon. She wanted him to take her harder, deeper, make her shatter completely beneath him. With a sigh, she surrendered her body, her pleasure and her heart to him. She trusted him to take care of her. She wasn’t afraid to fall because she knew that Talon would catch her and keep her safe.

  When his mouth covered her aching nipple, Bianca let out a small cry. Her body was trembling with the first flickers of her orgasm.

  The heat was spiraling through her body, hurtling all the way to her toes. Bianca gasped as pleasure exploded through her, and for a moment she saw nothing but a searing white light behind her eyelids.

  Panting hard, she blinked rapidly to clear her vision. Talon was holding her down, the predator in him fully engaged. But she wasn’t afraid. She knew what she had to do. And she wanted to do this.

  Instinctively, Bianca turned her head to bare her neck to him. She wanted to feel his teeth on her, feel the sweet pain of his bite.

  Talon’s silver eyes locked on her, his wolf pushing to the surface. With a roar, he sank his teeth into her shoulder.

  Bianca screamed as she orgasmed violently. She came again and again as Talon shot his hot seed into her body. Her pussy milked his cock greedily, taking in every precious drop of this amazing, magnificent male.

  “Mine,” Bianca whispered just as Talon growled the word.

  Mine.

  Talon was hers. And she was his.

  Her heart and body belonged to him. The night he saved her from those black wolves, she was already his.

  For a long time, they held each other, listening to their hearts beating together.

  Two hearts, one love. One future.

  “I’ve waited so long for you,” Talon said, kissing her hair, her forehead, her cheeks. “My mate. My beautiful, beautiful mate. I love you, Bianca. I promise I will make you happy for the rest of your life. You won’t ever be alone.”

  “I know.” Bianca smiled, blinking away her tears. “I have you.”

  “You’re my family, my forever,” they whispered together.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Bianca leaned over to give Talon a peck on the cheek. “Bye, I’ll see you later,” she said, opening the truck door.

  She was about to get out of the truck when Talon reached over and grabbed her. “You call that a kiss?” he growled. He crushed his mouth over hers and gave her a long, deep, lingering kiss.

  When he finally released her, Bianca blinked at Talon, dazed and breathless. He still had his huge hands possessively around her waist. “I’ll be late for work,” Bianca squealed when he tried to pull her towards him again.

  Laughing, she scooted out of the truck before her mate could get his hands and mouth on her again. She hurried into the diner and turned to wave at Talon through the window.

  I love you, she mouthed to him.

  Bianca watched Talon drive off with a dreamy smile on her face. She was incredibly, indescribably happy. Even Carly and Nelson had commented on her good mood. But she hadn’t told them that she and Talon were mated. And since her bosses were human, they couldn’t see the mate mark on her neck or smell Talon’s mating scent all over her.

  She had been mated for a week, yet she felt as though she had known Talon all her life. They understood each other’s feelings and moods perfectly, and they shared their past freely with each other. Bianca wasn’t ashamed to tell Talon everything about her past. Being with Talon strengthened her. She no longer felt ashamed, guilty and sad about her past. What she had gone through had only made her stronger and braver. She wasn’t damaged, broken or scarred. She was beautiful, strong and loved.

  Bianca turned and saw Carly coming out of the kitchen. “Good morning, Carly,” Bianca said cheerily.

  Carly grinned. “Good morning to you, too. You look like the cat that got the cream.” Carly canted her head at her. “In fact, you’ve been having that look the whole week.”

  Bianca blushed and mumbled, “What look?”

  Carly laughed delightedly. “Your blush says it all!” She came and gave Bianca a squeeze. “Talon’s a good guy. I’m happy for you.”

  Bianca looked up at her boss and friend. “Thanks,” she said, giving Carly a hug back. “I wanted to tell you but...” She took a deep breath and said, “Yeah, Talon and I are mated.”

  Carly squealed and clapped her hands. “I knew it! That’s what I told Nelson!” Carly hugged Bianca again and skipped towards the kitchen. “I’m going to tell Nelson the good news!”

  Bianca smiled as she tied her apron around her waist. The door chime sounded and Bianca turned to welcome the first customer of the day.

  A little old lady walked into the diner clutching a tall broomstick. Bianca stared as the silver-haired woman went to a corner booth and removed her pointed hat. She leaned her broomstick against the table and sat down.

  Bianca grabbed the menu and hurried over to the customer. “Morning,” she said, handing the woman the menu. “I’ll be back to take your order...”

  The elderly woman didn’t even glance at the menu. She smiled at Bianca and said, “I know what I want, so I’ll order now.”

  “Oh, of course. What can I get you?”

  “Fish and chips
for me, and a hamburger for Boris,” she answered.

  Bianca nodded. “Shall I serve the food now or should I wait until your friend arrives?”

  “Friend? What friend?” The little grandmother blinked at her.

  “Boris,” Bianca replied. “You ordered a hamburger for Boris.”

  The woman cackled. “Boris is right here!”

  “Where?” Bianca looked around, wondering if she was being pranked.

  “He’s just behind you.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  Bianca jumped when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Her eyes became round as saucers when she saw the broomstick leaning towards her and jiggling excitedly. An incoherent word left her lips when the broomstick raised its bristles to wave at her.

  “Y-you...you’re alive!” Bianca sputtered.

  The old woman tut-tutted. “Boris is a broomstick.”

  “But...he can move...”

  “Of course he can move. Boris is a flying broomstick,” the woman said. “Boris has his moods but by and large, he’s pretty well-behaved.”

  “I’m a witch,” the old lady added, as if that explained everything. “Everyone calls me Yaya.”

  Bianca smiled weakly. “Of course.” In Wolves Hollow, no one batted an eye when a witch and her broomstick walked into a diner for lunch.

  Bianca gathered up the menu and scurried back to the counter. “Oh, thank God,” she breathed, seeing Carly behind the counter.

  “What happened? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Carly remarked.

  “I just met Yaya and Boris,” Bianca whispered, her eyes darting towards their booth.

  Carly took a quick look and shrugged. “Yup, that’s them. They come in every now and then.”

  “Yaya ordered a burger for Boris,” Bianca said, her eyes round and wide. “I didn’t know broomsticks could eat burgers!”

  “Oh, Boris eats anything,” Carly said, laughing. “He’s not fussy.”

  But how does a broomstick eat? Bianca wanted to ask.