My Billionaire Werewolf (Part 3)

By Erica Storm

Raven wants what any woman wants, her freedom, and to control her own destiny. But Kingsley Anderson has mapped out her life for her, and she’s not having it. This strong black woman is determined to show that impossible, alluring, handsome love of her life, that she is no man’s B even if he’s a gorgeous billionaire werewolf.

Kingsley wants to protect Raven from the eager desires of a young werewolf who has his sharp eyes on her, and he suspects that the werewolf wants to do battle to gain control of his pack and Raven. If the young wolf succeeds in taking Raven, Kingsley knows that he will not be as amused as he is by her stubborn, arrogant behavior, and smart mouth. Can Kingsley convince Raven before it’s too late that it’s a dangerous world outside without him to protect her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Sep 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310758300

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

Book preview

Kingsley:

Maybe I’m too eager to make love to her but as soon as I claim her body, she tries to push me away. I glance at her and say, You never answered my question. Will you marry me?

I was doing this for her. I thought this was what she wanted.

If you think I will marry you with you trying to take me every hour on the hour, you are crazier than I thought, you wolf, she says to me. Finally she’s admitting that she thinks I’m a wolf. She’s beginning to see the light, I think, but there is more to learn about this female. I could be wrong but she’s saying one thing but her body is saying another.

Raven’s warm moist insides welcomed me by opening up to my hard rough love. 

Chapter 1: Raven

I’ve never been so insulted. I’ve just given that lunatic the best two days of my life and now I’m being subjected to his indifference. After he takes me, I must add, with my cooperation, not at all his fault, but I do hold him responsible to some extent because he is older, about twenty-five maybe, matured, and more worldly than I am. He should know that a woman doesn’t want to be taken and then left alone in bed to ponder why she made love to a man in the first place.

Where is the cuddling and kissing after some amazing love making? Where are all the candy and flowers?

I rub my stomach and it does appear to be a little pudgy. It must be all the food I’ve been eating for the last few days. I blame that on gas and a change of diet. I climb out of bed and I feel a little better. I’m not as sore as before. I try stretching. It’s like going to the gym the first day and trying to make up for lost time and the next day you wake up and your butt and the soles of your feet are on fire.

My butt is on fire. I hope he didn’t take that too while I slept. Now I remember it was the spanking. I roll my eyes.

I amble across the room to open the double doors to the deck. Taking a step outside, I’m breathing in the fresh mountain air. It’s beautiful out here. Under different circumstances I could get used to this if I didn’t have to spend my entire life here. I could take it for the summer, yes, summer would be nice, I murmur. The sun is rising but it’s still behind the snowcapped mountains. I survey the area, pine trees and lakes surround the house, but there is a clearing to the highway.

Suddenly I get a notion. Sometimes ideas are best left as ideas but I wanted to try