Scent of a Wolf's Mate by Tory Richards Page A

in delicious
waves. For someone who was very recently a virgin, Serena’s mating
instincts were a pleasant, welcomed surprise.
    “I have questions.” She murmured soft words
against Connor’s ear.
    He couldn’t contain his grin. “I have
answers.” First thing’s first, though, he was still locked inside
her body.
    “What–”
    Connor cut off what she was about to say by
kissing her. She tasted of wild innocence and sweet surrender. “But
not right now.”
    “Then when?” Serena asked stubbornly when the
kiss ended.
    “When I can think more clearly.” He brushed
the words against her soft mouth.
    “And when will that be?”
    The woman had a one-track mind. He chuckled.
“When my cock isn’t buried deep inside you.” He pulled back
slightly to meet her eyes. “How about then?”
    Connor watched her lovely eyes flare with his
comment. Then she lowered her gaze, with shyness, no doubt. Once
the swelling of the knot diminished he pulled his cock out, wincing
slightly.
    “I suggest we dress and get something to eat.
We can talk out on the porch.” Serena nodded her agreement. Good.
Connor knew the bedroom wasn’t the place to have the talk they were
going to have. The conversation was bound to ignite emotions
neither of them could control.
    Kissing Serena’s nose, he reluctantly pulled
away.

Chapter 8
     
     
    Oh, God, it was all true! What she’d
overheard between Connor and Max about being wolves hadn’t been a
dream or the conversation between two deranged lunatics. It was the
truth, as frightening as it was. Serena had realized that when
Connor had returned home and their gazes had met. Something inside
her had recognized it as well. The wolf in her? God, I’m
losing it! How can any of this be real?
    Serena didn’t want to believe it because none
of it made sense. Werewolves weren’t supposed to exist. They were a
fantasy, a made-up myth like vampires and demons that walked the
earth, a subject that made good reading for paranormal fans, and
good TV, but not real life. Yet she couldn’t deny that having sex
with Connor had done something phenomenal to her, and she wanted to
know exactly what that was.
    She had so many questions. Connor had been
right in suggesting that they talk out on the porch. Serena was
intensely attracted to him, it seemed that every time they made
love her feelings grew, and something inside her was changing. The
man was virtually a stranger to her, yet she couldn’t ignore the
deep connection drawing them together.
    She glanced over at Connor. He was sitting
beside her in what was obviously a homemade lounge chair, staring
straight ahead. They’d just finished eating a light snack of cheese
and fruit in silence, and had set their plates on a small table
between them. Serena reached for her iced tea, the movement drawing
Connor’s attention.
    Their gazes met and held. “Okay, you said you
have questions, ask away.”
    She took a drink and set her glass back down.
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
    “About being wolves?” Serena nodded. “Yes.
Did you think that you’d encountered a community of mad men?”
    “I didn’t know. What you and Max were talking
about…” She hesitated. “It just didn’t seem feasible. Do you know
how frightening it is hearing two grown men talking about being
wolves?”
    “But you believe it now?”
    Serena hesitated before answering. Do I
believe it? She wasn’t quite ready to admit anything yet, so
she compromised. “I’m not sure how much I believe, but I know
something is going on. I know I’m changing.”
    She wondered what Connor was thinking behind
his dark, assessing gaze. His set expression didn’t tell Serena
anything either, but her intuition told her that he was thinking
things over. Her thoughts flashed back to their intense lovemaking,
the liberties she’d allowed him to take, and their unexplained
drive to consume each other. The heat crawling up her neck and into
her cheeks warned Serena that she was reacting to