Chrissie_Swift

{WARNING! MATURE CONTENT}
                   PROLOGUE:
 Alan yelled, his voice shuddering through his mate's heart, "You are mine and nobody else’s." 

“I am not yours! Are you insane?” Eleanor questioned while inspecting him. She was puzzled by the man's bizarre behavior in front of her. 

"I am aware that you enjoy dancing, but I make a distinction between the dance you teach and the one I just witnessed you perform.” Oh, so this was the reason for the yelling.

She nearly chuckled as she told him, "This little dance is nothing," but she bit her lip when she saw a severe scowl on his face.

“How many dicks do you think didn’t get hard from that little dance you did?” He was staring at her with glares that seemed to want to peer into her soul. He wasn't joking; he could smell every hot male in the room, desiring to have her.

"It is all in your head!” She equally shouted, her voice loud as she continued, "I won't stop dancing just because it makes you jealous.”

“Oh, you'd do that. And I'm not Jealous either!” Even though he shouted those words, the jealousy that was seething inside of him beckoned him to dispute his words. 

"I'm still not over the ruse you pulled on me when you misled me to think you purchased Hermosa. Trust me, if you try anything stupid, that's where I'll draw the line between us.” Both of their chests tightened at the mere prospect of being apart.

“Huh! Do you believe getting rid of me is so simple? It would require one of us to pass away because the connection between you and me is too strong- stronger than you think.”

“Then quit being a jerk, please!” Her comments caused him to painfully clamp his fingers into his palms. 

“You should also stop your sensual dances, I say! We would stop this argument if you agreed your dances seduce men.” Eleanor's face became hot with rage at that. The fact that Alan's jealousy grew every day was beyond her comprehension and she knew that this fight would not end anytime soon. 

Every time Alan watched her dancing, he felt the possessive trait that every werewolf experienced for his mate. 

What kind of dance would she be doing if he wasn't present, too?
 
Even without dancing attractively, she was enough to draw attention by simply standing there still. 

He should now begin remodeling all prisons and dungeons to his comfort because he was certain that he would kill someone one of these days.


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When a father offered his life to save another, fates were forever altered. One was a human, the other a werewolf:

She'll show you dance moves you've never seen before if you give her the beat! Eleanor has a carefree and friendly demeanor, and guests are always warmly greeted by her friendly demeanor. 
But beneath that lovely grin lurks a volcano waiting to erupt if prodded. 

Alan is a powerful Beta- adept at business, and everything he touches flourishes. His accompanying extras are fame and fortune. 

While Eleanor vows that she will never forgive Alan and his brothers for the humiliation and anguish she had endured at their hands, she found herself getting drawn to him the more.

Alan, on the other hand, was conflicted about Eleanor's work and got divided between changing who she is and what she values the most. 

Is there going to be a battle if the powerful meet the insane? Or will an unforeseen sequence of events bring harmony to a couple doomed from the start? 

Would this cause them to grow apart even though they are mated? 

Who, after all, is this evil she-wolf, also hunting for any chance to harm this human?



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The Beta And His Human Mate.

He kept smiling at her, and she hesitantly returned the smile, her body quivering beneath his touch. Alan let out a chuckle.

Eleanor had jolted him awake as though she knew exactly what she was doing.

She wasn't quite ready yet. He didn't believe she was. Good thing he was an expert.

He traced a path from her thigh to her belly button with his fingers.

"Sweetheart, spread your legs. Show me how wet you are." He gave the instruction, and she instantly obliged, spreading her legs further than she was already.

"Good girl, now I'm going to put my fingers inside you and please tell me when it's too much for you." She sucked her breath as she saw him count his fingers one after the other.

He was relieved she understood what he meant.

He inserted one of his fingers inside her, and she tensed her inner muscles around it.

Skin on Skin