Ergan: Winter Valley Wolves #5 by V. Vaughn, Mating Season Collection Page A

dark-roast coffee floats to my nose, and the pot clatters as he removes it from the machine. He pours a mug and hands it to me. “Cream?”
    I shake my head and sit at the table when he does. He reaches for a cookie, and I watch him take a bite as if his reaction will tell me everything I need to know. His mouth works slowly, and the suspense is killing me. I blurt out. “Thank you for last night.”
    Warren lifts his mug and takes a sip as he stares at me. When he swallows, he says, “You’re welcome. Was that your boyfriend?”
    “Ex.”
    “Pansy ass.”
    A snort of laughter comes out of me before I can stop it. I clear my throat and take a sip of coffee. It’s strong enough to be rocket fuel, and I fight the grimace. I’m not sure why I expected a watery diner version.
    “You’re not here just to thank me, are you?”
    “No. I’m here to tell you I want to be Ergan’s mate. Or whatever it is I need to say.”
    “You understand that means you’ll have to become one of us.” He takes another bite of his cookie.
    I nod, and it occurs to me that it’s probably a painful process. I take another sip of my drink and let the bitter flavor sink in like reality. “I do. But Ergan and I belong together, and I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
    “Do you make pie?”
    It’s an odd question to throw into a serious discussion, but I’m learning this is Warren’s way. “Yes. What’s your favorite?”
    “Blueberry, but don’t put that thickening stuff in it. I like the juice to run right out and be a soupy mess the next day.”
    “Got it. Are we done here?”
    “Yes. Go tell that boy to bite you.”
    I smile at Warren, and he grins back at me as he reaches for another cookie.
    When I get outside I want to skip but jog to my house instead. I begin to strip off my clothes once I get inside and am naked by the time I get to my bedroom. Ergan is awake and sitting against the headboard. His hands are behind his head, making the muscles in his arms bulge. I take in his amazing physique. “Guess what?”
    “You went to see Warren.”
    “Uh-huh.” I crawl on the bed and smile as his gaze falls to my breasts. I nuzzle his neck with my nose as he lowers his hands and places them on my waist. “And guess what he told me to do?”
    “I don’t know. What?”
    I straddle his lap, and just a sheet is in the way of what I want. I nip at his earlobe and whisper, “Bite me.”
    Ergan growls and flips me over so that he’s hovering above me. “This probably hurts.”
    “I know.”
    He nips at my neck with his lips, and I flinch. “This means you’ll still have to be with me when I wear Warren shorts for real.”
    “Yeah? You get stuck with me when I’m fat and wrinkly.”
    He leans down and grazes my neck with his teeth, and I inhale sharply. “You’ll still taste just as good.”
    Ergan opens his mouth, and wolf canines grow. He lets out a low growl and asks, “Now where should I do it?” He lowers his mouth to scrape his teeth against my breast, and I quiver in anticipation. “Naw, nobody would see it there.” He moves lower to my belly and tickles me when he flicks out his tongue.
    “Stop torturing me,” I say.
    When he moves between my legs I jerk back, and deep laughter comes from him. He lifts up to gaze at me, and his teeth are back to human form. “I’m told the best way to do this is when you’re about to come. You’ll rocket right to the moon.”
    “Really?”
    He nods and lowers his mouth to lick my folds. I grab hold of his hair and squeak out, “I like that idea.”
    When I’m on the edge of coming, Ergan rises up and thrusts into me. I arch my hips up as my climax builds. “I’m so close.”
    “Kayla.” I gaze up and watch his mouth open as he pumps fast. I begin to quake, and he latches on to my shoulder. The sharp puncture of his teeth makes me gasp, but I’m quickly overtaken by an orgasm that shakes me beyond belief. I scream and thrash as it continues.