Wolf Tales 2.5: Chanku Dawn

By Kate Douglas

WILD PASSION

A restless, sensual spirit, held captive by one who binds her with both love and hate, Camille yearns for freedom beyond the earthly plane. Her only hope lies in the supernatural powers of an extraordinary shapeshifter, the unquenchable desire of her one true love, and a magical night of impossible passion. . .

Praise for Kate Douglas's erotic romance:

"Sexy, tense, and complex."—Romantic Times, 4 Stars on WOLF TALES 12

"Kate Douglas always has a way with the sensual world of erotic romance."—Coffee Time Romance

"Kate Douglas is definitely NOT for the timid reader."—Anne McCaffrey, New York Times bestselling author

Previously published in Wild Nights

25,000 Words

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kensington Books
• Release date: Feb 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9780758288721

Kate Douglas

A lifelong Californian, Kate Douglas has been lucky enough to call writing her career for most of her adult life, but it wasn’t until she discovered the world of the sexy paranormal that she really found her niche. She’s having such a terrific time creating more Wolf Tales for Kensington’s Aphrodisia line as the imprint’s lead author that she’s still waiting for someone to call and tell her it was all a big mistake. Now with her new DemonSlayers series taking off, she’s definitely having the time of her life. Married for almost 40 years to her very own hero, Kate is mother to two amazing adults and “Dabba” to five perfect grandchildren—and two granddogs. Kate gives credit for much of her success to the fantastic cadre of generous and talented authors who have helped her over the years. She is a firm believer in the philosophy of “paying it forward.” Kate loves to hear from her readers. You can find her on Facebook at facebook.com/katedouglas.author or email her directly at katedouglas.com. There you can also join her newsletter for updates on bookstore visits, signings, and contests for a chance to win books.

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Textures. Right now, at this point in time, it was all about the texture, the colors, the scents and sounds and amazing sensations. It just didn’t get much better than this.

Lucien Stone threaded his fingers through the tangled mass of his lady love’s hair and followed the slow up-and-down movement of Tia’s head as her exquisite mouth slowly but surely brought him closer to climax.

He remembered when her hair had been crinkly and coarse, the curls so tightly woven that combing it out could be a nightmare. Now, with Tia’s metamorphosis to Chanku complete, it had grown softer, smoother, more accepting of his fingers, an inviting tangle of silken ringlets. He felt her scalp beneath the thick mass, shoved his fingers slowly around the curve of her skull, and then gently touched the tip of her ear.

Luc ran his fingertip around the outer shell of her ear and tickled the sensitive canal. Tia’s lips slowly released his swollen cock with a soft little pop. She raised her head and smiled at Luc, her full lips shining and moist. Morning sunlight streaming through the window behind her cast a golden glow over her high cheekbones and turned her wild blond hair into a shimmering halo.

Luc’s fingers tangled more tightly in her curls. He tugged, drawing her back to the business at hand.

She dipped low once more. The strands of her hair drifted over his belly and then brushed lightly across Luc’s groin. The tip of her tongue stroked the hard underside of his aching erection and then dipped into the sensitive slit at the top. She opened her thoughts to him, sharing the flavors she tasted, the things she felt.

Caught in the sensations of Tia’s mental link, Luc tasted his own bead of pre-cum when she licked the drop with the tip of her tongue. He felt the large vein running the length of his cock as her tongue slowly traveled from base to crown.

Luc groaned, his lungs expanding and his fingers tightening in Tia’s hair until he had to consciously force himself to relax his hold. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt what she was doing . . . and doing so well.

Her skin felt like satin—its dark, golden color, the gift of her African American mother and Scandinavian father, a perfect counterpoint to his lighter hue. Luc was concentrating on the shade and silkiness of Tia’s skin, comparing it to the coarseness of his own, when her lips found his scrotum.

Once more, she shared the sensation. She suckled one tight nut into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue, slipping it back and forth between her lips. He felt the solid, round ball as it slipped over her tongue, the soft slide of scrotal skin between her lips, all from Tia’s point of view. At the same time, he experienced her tender ministrations firsthand, doubling the powerful sensations.

Her fingernails raked his perineum and tickled the underside of his sac. Luc moaned and grasped the covers with his free hand. She was definitely trying to kill him!

Tia hummed against his balls. The vibrations crawled through his gut all the way up his spine. Her lips tightened around one testicle, taking Luc just to the edge of pain. She held him there, licking and rolling the round gland beneath her tongue before she finally released his nut. Her slim fingers wrapped around the heavy length of his cock. Luc groaned as she slowly worked the broad head between her lips, ran her tongue beneath the taut crown, and then sucked him deep down her throat.

Blowing as if he’d run a mile, fighting for whatever remnants of control he could find, Luc felt the undulations of Tia’s hips and knew she must be nearing her own orgasm. Raising his head just a fraction, he watched as Tinker, their packmate, feasted on Tia’s slick pussy.

Dark as ebony and built like a linebacker, Martin Tinker McClintock had admitted his love for Tia from the very beginning. Luc not only trusted the big man with his life, he trusted him with his mate.

More textures. The odd word rolled around in Luc’s mind as he watched Tinker’s big hands spread Tia’s cheeks, watched him dip low to suckle gently at Tia’s clit. Then Luc’s attention snapped back to Tia, positioned on elbows and knees between his legs, her butt in the air for Tinker’s busy tongue.

Damn, what a gorgeous picture they made.

Luc’s breath lodged behind his heart as Tia’s fingernails raked over his ass and her cheeks hollowed with the force of each slow, measured pull on his cock. He planted his feet flat on the bed and raised his hips to meet her mouth, joining Tia’s rhythm.

He linked with his packmate, if only for a moment, so that Tia’s sweet taste lingered on Luc’s tongue as well as Tinker’s.

Tinker reared up from between Tia’s legs and grinned at Luc. His dark lips glistened with Tia’s juices, his broad, muscular chest expanding with each deep breath. He winked.

Then he began to dissolve, to shimmer and fade.

In less than a heartbeat, a huge wolf sat at the foot of the bed, tongue lolling, amber eyes glinting.

Then he dipped his long snout and longer tongue and disappeared between Tia’s parted thighs.

Tinker’s slick, wolven tongue snaked into Tia’s swollen sex and licked deep inside. She screamed and convulsed, her orgasm hitting so hard and fast, she almost bit the mouthful of Luc she was working on. His cock slipped out of her mouth just as her pussy clamped down on Tinker’s marauding tongue. The hard tip licked high against her spasming walls and Tia screamed again. Gasping for air, shuddering against Tinker’s continuing assault between her legs, Tia lifted off her elbows, swung her head around, and glared at her lupine packmate.

Dear God, Tinker! Warn me when you’re going to do that!

Tinker’s laughter rolled through her mind and his long, rough tongue found spots inside Tia that made her see stars. Lungs pounding, she tried to go back to Luc, but Tinker’s mobile tongue wasn’t about to turn her loose.

It’s okay . . . I’m enjoying the show. Besides, I’m with Tinker, and you taste marvelous.

She flashed Luc a wan smile. He shoved himself against the headboard, and Tia rolled over and lay back against his groin, spreading her legs wide. Tinker scooted down on his furry belly and, with sharp teeth and a tongue that should have been licensed, took Tia to the top and beyond once more.

She arched her hips as he went deep, clutched the blankets in her fists when he slowly dragged the rough side of his tongue from her ass to her clit. Once, twice . . .

Knowing Luc shared each taste, each clenching spasm of her pussy, took Tia even higher.

She bucked her hips, raised up on trembling legs. It was too much, too intense, but Luc held her in a viselike grip, his elbows clamped against her shoulders, his hands massaging both of Tia’s breasts. He kneaded them roughly, pinching her nipples, rolling the tips between thumb and forefinger. Her body tensed. His thighs pressed against her hips, holding her still for Tinker and his amazing Chanku tongue.

Eyes clenched tight, lungs burning as if she’d run too far, Tia crested and then raced headlong over the edge again, giving it all up in a long, low howl of pleasure.

The rough texture of Tinker’s wolven coat gave way to smooth, hot male skin. She felt him slide forward along her body, felt the meaty head of his cock press against her spasming sex, his warm, wet lips dragging at her now tender nipple.

Luc’s grip on her breasts released, his fingers ran along her hips, and then he rubbed something warm and slick—her own juices?—against Tia’s ass. She sighed with pleasure