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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Soft Pleasure Sneak Peek

  WOLVEN MOON SERIES

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Also by Dany Rae Miller

  Soft Shatter

  Soft Fate

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  (Coming in 2017)

  Accidental Lover

  A Wolven Moon Novel

  by Dany Rae Miller

  Book 3

  Copyright © 2016 Dany Rae Miller

  All rights reserved.

  Due to mature language and sexual content, Accidental Lover and all Wolven Moon Novels are intended for readers ages 17+.

  Grieve.

  So that you can be free to feel something else.

  ~Nayyirah Waheed

  chapter one

  PEACHES.

  I SMELL peaches.

  My wolf likes peaches.

  My wolf LOVES peaches.

  I dream that the mattress presses down as though someone is getting into the king sized bed with me.

  Maybe The Avalon really is charmed after all. I smile in my sleep.

  A breathless female voice whispers over my shoulder. “Will you make love to me tonight?”

  My sexy sounding dream girl is a witch. She smells fresh and clean and mine. But the scent of her arousal, of her peachy essence? That is much, much too light.

  I need to do better in this fantasy.

  Coming closer and leaning over me, her hair brushes my shoulder and waist. From the feel of them pressed against me, she has soft, generous tits. My cock responds to the stimulation like never before.

  I roll over to have a look at my dream lover. Damn hotel blackout curtains. I can’t see a fucking thing, but I can feel.

  In my dream, my hands roam over the nymph’s body finding creamy smooth skin, more than a handful of tits and a round ass just right to cup and fondle.

  I use a hand to find her face, my thumb strokes soft lips. I touch my mouth to hers lightly at first. When I’m fully connected, her tongue darts in and out of my mouth once, quickly, shyly.

  Lycan cells fill my balls to bursting.

  Groaning into her mouth, I none to gently, roll her onto her back, savagely burying a hand in long silky hair and pressing one of my legs between her two. She is completely naked. Not even panties.

  Hands roaming everywhere, I ravage her delicious mouth without remorse. My fantasy tastes like apple with a touch of mint.

  And my imagination generates the full-on scent of her pussy. Definitely peaches. Her essence has a sweet, juicy peach-like aroma.

  Mmmmm. Irresistible.

  Responding to the kiss, she lifts her pelvis, grinding on my thigh. Fuck. I need to remember whatever I ate so I can have this dream again.

  Cupping a tit, I tease the peak with a thumb.

  “Yes, please.” She arches her back, offering it to me.

  My beast growls at the invitation. I kiss down her throat, scrape tender skin with my teeth.

  “No biting,” she says. “I don't want to mate, this is just sex.”

  What kind of fucked up fantasy is this?

  She smells like my mate, tastes like my mate, hardens my cock like my mate. Shouldn't sinking my fangs into her be part of this dream?

  But the girl said no, and no means no even in a fantasy.

  Fucking her so well that she changes her mind? That sounds like a plan. A fun plan!

  I let my hand lead the way for my mouth. Replacing my thumb with my tongue on the nipple, I give it a light flick. Her sweet gurgles of pleasure echo in my groin.

  I take the dainty bead in my mouth, swirling, sucking, rolling it against my tongue while working the other breast with my hand. Her moan this time is deep and throaty. The dream nymph has ultra-sensitive nipples, like hot little on buttons. The harder I suck on the nub, the louder her groans, the faster her hips grind against me. The wetness from her pussy soaks my leg.

  The scent drives my beast to wild.

  Damn. This is hot. Please don’t let me wake up yet.

  Each nipple gets a turn and my full attention. Her verbal approval and eager whimpers, threaten to push me over the edge. There's titanium in my cock. I’m not going to last long. But, even in a fantasy, a wolf needs to assure his mate gets hers.

  I slide down her tight little body, licking, kissing and lightly nipping a flat tummy. I continue my journey until I’m between her legs, licking the softest inner thighs. I nuzzle her folds with my nose. Fuck. She smells so good.

  I start with one little flick of my tongue on her clit.

  “Oh my god.” Hands fisting the sheet, mi ninfa arches clear off the bed.

  The dream mate likes it. I grip her hips and feast on her. Pressing my tongue flat against the stiff little pearl, I lave quick circles. Adding my thumb to the mix, I firmly vibrate the engorged bud and tongue her hot channel. Yup. Salty peaches — she smells and tastes like salty peaches. Delicious.

  “Please, please.” She whispers. “Don’t stop.”

  No danger of that, sweetness.

  She bucks in such a frenzy that I have to physically restrain her with an arm across her hips. Finally, she stiffens and screams her ecstasy. I lap up every last tremor.

  Suppressing the urge to fuck my dream mate hard and fast, I slowly lick my way back up her lush curves, until I reach her soft lips. Coaxing her to open for me, I simultaneously, ease my tongue into her mouth and my cock into her heat at the same time.

  Christ, she’s tight. With every ounce of control I can conjure in this fantasy, I pause part way in and let her body adjust to my size.

  “That feels so good,” she moans and lifts her hips to meet me.

  She wants it hard and fast after all. That’s my dream girl!

  I withdraw almost all the way and thrust back in to the hilt, breaking right through a skin-like barrier. The heavenly body under me tenses and my dream girl cries out in pain. I freeze.

  She’s a virgin? I don’t fantasize about virgins. Hot liquid oozes over my cock.

  Shit!

  This isn’t a hallucination! I open my eyes. Unfortunately the blackout curtains are real. I still can’t see squat.

  My mind flips through the younger girls on staff at The Avalon.

  Fuck. If I’m inside one of my employees right now, I’m toast. I start to pull out.

  The girl whimpers, wraps her l
egs around me and digs her heels into my ass, urging me to stay in. “Please,” she begs. “Don’t stop now. I want it to be you.”

  Who are you, peaches? And why give it to me?

  She wiggles her hips and raises her pelvis to meet me.

  “It’s okay. The pain has subsided some.” Legs still wrapped around me, her incredible strong internal muscles squeeze my rod, the tiny movements sucking me in deeper, making me hard, again.

  Screw it. Like it or not, she’s deflowered. We are past the point of return.

  I kiss her tenderly and move slower, gentler, mindful that she’s not a figment of my imagination. She’s real and hurting.

  Fuck. It isn’t easy to hold back.

  The peachy scent of her is real, and so is her tight quivering velvet.

  “More,” she pleads.

  My cock twitches on her breathy request. I obey, slowly sinking back in until my balls touch her soft ass. Then we move together in a primal dance. Instead of sliding in and out, I rotate my pelvis against her pubic bone, stimulating her clit while letting her slick passage expand to comfortably fit me.

  I kiss her cheeks, jaw, neck. Then, I latch on to a nipple, detonating an explosive response. If virgins are supposed to be shy, this girl didn’t get the message. Demandingly, she rocks her hips. I answer with a faster and faster pace until I’m thoroughly hammering into her.

  She meets me thrust for thrust. Each soft whimper and deep moan from her throat swells my cock more. I feel her pleasure build, her climax elusively close.

  I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I slide a hand between us to rapidly massage her bud. The little jewel swells more under my touch. Faster I rub until my hand vibrates.

  Come for me, sweetness. Now!

  Finally, the orgasm ripples through her, her pussy convulsing around my cock with a satiny steel grip.

  My fangs drop just as I roar a release so fucking powerful, I swear my heart stops.

  “Mi ninfa,” I moan. I push once, twice, three times, as deep as I can, shooting stream after stream in climax.

  Drained and depleted, I collapse, gasping for oxygen. The breakneck beat of my heart roars in my ears.

  There's just the sound of us catching our breath for a minute or two.

  Her scent drives my beast to crazy. Carefully tucking my fangs behind my lips, I nuzzle her throat. I've never wanted to bite a female more.

  I raise my weight onto my arms. “I don’t know who you are, dream girl, but you’re amazing,” I mumble.

  The soft body beneath me tenses. She kicks and bucks for me to get off her. Still recuperating from the best orgasm of my life, I slowly roll off.

  The girl leaps out of bed. How can she even move after that kind of rapture? I hear a hand slide along the wall. Then, the overhead lights flick on, momentarily blinding me.

  “You aren’t Jesse!”

  “I am not Jesse, mi ninfa.” I breathlessly confirm her statement.

  I open my eyes a slit and lift my head to get my first peek at the dream nymph who just blew my mind.

  She’s gorgeous. I look into sparkling azure blue eyes, big and round with shock. Waves of blonde hair spill around her shoulders and halfway down her back, her skin is creamy porcelain.

  My hands were right. She’s petite, curvy and in shape. Lush, full breasts have a slight teardrop shape that tilts her delicate pale nipples up slightly, seductively. My cock tightens, incredibly wanting her again right now.

  Pouty lips are red and swollen from being kissed and sucked. Blood stains her crotch and inner thighs.

  Fuck. Responsibility slams my chest hard. Wake up, Victor. This is not a dream.

  I force my legs to move, to get out of bed. “Let me draw you a bath, sweetness.” I hurry to the bathroom, turn on the water in the suite’s spa tub.

  What the hell was I doing fucking a total stranger? An apparently very young stranger? If she’s an under-aged summer employee, I’m going to jail right after I get sued for everything I’m worth.

  She came to me, I remind myself. She crawled hot and naked into my bed in the middle of the night demanding to be fucked like a wet dream come true.

  And then there’s her scent — the peachy scent of my mate.

  There’s no wolf on Earth who could have resisted her. Will an Alliance judge buy that defense?

  I grab The Avalon toiletry basket on the edge of the tub. Hell. Does bubble bath soothe or sting a witch’s recently broken hymen?

  “Mi pequeña, do you want bubble bath?” I shout over the roar of the water.

  No reply. Basket in hand, I walk back to the bedroom.

  “Dream girl, I’m sorry I don’t know if” —

  The room’s empty. My sexy, ravishing ex-virgin is gone.

  chapter two

  THAT MAN-WOLF wasn’t Jesse.

  Barefoot and on tiptoes, I run down the corridor and around the corner to my low budget room. It’s as low budget as one can get at the exclusive Avalon.

  Hands shaking, I pull a keycard from my robe and slip it in the slot on the door. It doesn’t function. That’s the one for Jesse’s room –– only it wasn’t Jesse’s room. I’m going to kill Gabs. Strangle her with my bare hands right after I hex her, all old and wrinkly, into the next decade. She provided the wrong room number and card.

  What the hell did I just do?

  It’s not what I did. The question I should be mulling over is who I just did –– a complete and total stranger. I fumble in my pocket and pull out the other keycard. The mechanism clicks as it should, unlocking my door. I rush inside and straight to the bathroom.

  My robe drops to the floor. I turn on the hot water. It’s almost scalding, but that’s what I want right now.

  Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t believe that just happened.

  Most girls cry when they’re upset. Not me. No. I gag when severely distressed. And I’m gagging hard, almost throwing up.

  I get into the shower and scrub the blood from between my legs.

  Well, I set an audacious mission to lose my virginity this week, and being the overachiever that I am, I accomplished that goal within hours of checking in to the hotel.

  It takes ten minutes or so, but the hot water along with my homemade lavender scented shower bomb soothe my psyche and ease the convulsing in my throat. Taking a few deep breaths, I reassess the situation.

  I wanted to lose my virginity before my birthday. Check.

  I wanted it to be uncomplicated with no commitments of any kind. Check.

  I wanted it to be Jesse. Uncheck.

  Only I could plan a simple scheme to surprise Jesse, and royally screw it up. Speaking of screwing, I just did it for the first time with a complete stranger!

  The first burst of laughter out of my mouth shocks me. By the time I’m toweling off, I’m laughing hysterically. It’s a coping devise, sure, but even I have to concede that it’s a funny situation — movie plot worthy, even.

  Rigid little Cherie, who radiated a firm no all through high school and college, accidentally gave her virginity to a faceless stranger in a pitch-black five-star hotel room.

  Anyone would laugh their ass off — if they ever found out. But they won’t. Ever!

  When I turned on the lights and saw that he wasn’t Jesse, I was horrified. Still am.

  Now that I’ve had a chance to calm down a little, though, I reluctantly let my brain acknowledge that my accidental lover is hot — a hot Latino wolf who’s obviously skilled in the bedroom.

  I take a deep breath.

  Just thinking about his hands, on me everywhere. The way he kissed me, where he kissed me, makes my nipples pucker, wanting a round two. And the way he filled me, how hard he was –– hard all over. The thought makes muscles deep inside me clench tight and tingle. Yes, indeed, my body wants another go-round.

  Careful, girl. It’s a short ride from chastity to slutsville.

  The truth is that my first sexual experience was with a total stranger, but, grimacing, I admit that it was al
so astounding. Considering all the horror stories I’ve heard from my friends, I was expecting my first time to be painful and nothing special. But it was special. Oh, god, it was exceptional.

  Would Jesse have been that good? I feel guilty even thinking that, so I push it away.

  What did the stranger call me when he came? Mi Ninfa. My nymph in Spanish.

  He called me that and said afterward that it was amazing. He sounded sincere. It’s totally inappropriate to be proud of one’s performance the first time, isn’t it? Probably.

  The Spanish and the strong, deep voice of his wolf should have been a clue that I wasn’t with Jesse. The stranger was coming by the time I heard it, though, so, too late anyway.

  I pull on my pajama shorts and tank top, and pluck the chocolate off the pillow to save for later.

  One thing is for absolute certain, the man knew what he was doing and, set aside the mortification of seducing the wrong guy, I can honestly say that I thoroughly enjoyed that first sexual encounter. I’m certain it beats the backseat of a car with an inept teenage boy. Now I’m glad I said no to Ian on prom night.

  Sliding between the luxurious sheets, I forgive myself for being stupid just this once. I close my eyes and try to fall asleep reliving every touch, kiss and sensation of the night I lost my virginity.

  Only instead of relaxing me, the memory of that intimate kiss between my legs just keys me up more. How it felt when his mouth was on my nipples. And when I think about how amazing it felt to be so full with him, liquid heat builds between my thighs.

  Oh, Cherie, you’re in trouble. Straight from virgin to hussy.

  My thoughts war with themselves — happiness at having had great sex versus the shame of having had that great sex with a stranger.

  I can’t even lie still much less sleep. Frustrated, I fling off the duvet. I have to get out of this stifling room. I think it’s a closet that The Avalon converted to an actual room. Though, I’m sure it pays off during ski season.

  May as well explore the amenities of this five-star resort. Maybe I can learn something useful.