Book Obsessed Chicks: RELEASE DAY BLISS WITH ELLE BOON **XAN'S FEISTY MATE**

A FEMALE SHIFTER LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO LOVE. THE ALPHA WITH AN ATTITUDE. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SOMEONE THREATENS THE WOMAN HE DENIES IS HIS? FUR AND BLOOD WILL FLY.

Breezy has loved Xan Carmichael for years, but she’s tired of trying to get him to notice her. She’s suffered long enough and is ready to move on.

Xan didn’t want a mate, but when someone tries to harm the only woman who had called to him and his wolf, he’s ready to rip the world apart to keep her safe.

The past has a way of coming back and haunting your present, and Breezy has just become the focus of a deranged killer. Will Xan and the rest of the Iron Wolves be able to save her before whoever is out to end her life succeeds, or will the stubborn alpha claim her in time?

Breezy couldn’t believe her ears. Xan was saying everything she’d ever wanted to hear. Could she believe him? What if he changed his mind? Wolves mated for life she reassured herself, except in her parent’s case, she didn’t know of any other wolves who separated. She took a deep breath and nodded. “Say it,” he demanded. “You’re my mate, Xan.” He bent and kissed her, a sweet so unlike Xan kiss, she felt tears well again. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it?” His thumbs brushed away her tears. She smiled. “You really can be sweet.” His hands reached for her ribs and began tickling. “Take it back. I am a big, bad ass motherfucker.” His teasing was a surprise, endearing him to her even more. “You’re that, too. So, when does this debauchery begin?” Her words had him going stone still. “We don’t need to do it now. I can wait a day or two.” She threw her head back and laughed. “I’ve waited twenty-seven years. I think I’ve wanted you since I knew what it meant to want a man. There’s no reason to wait, unless you’re not up for the task.” She looked pointedly down at his lap. The large erection evident. Thankfully she was a nurse and knew he would fit, even though he looked like he’d stuffed a third arm down his sweats. “Woman, you truly are a bad girl. Damn, I’m a lucky bastard.” He lifted them both in one motion from their seated position in the recliner, her arms went around his neck making him realize she trusted him with her safety. “Hmm, I think I might be the lucky one.” She traced his lips with her tongue, making him stumble. A swat on her ass had her yelping. “That’s one. I owe you nineteen more.” The sting his slap caused didn’t hurt, but she tensed the entire walk to his room, until he kicked the door shut. “Xan, I’m not into spankings and stuff.” With her arms around his neck, her legs locked around his waist, she explained about her childhood, and the beatings she’d endured on a regular basis from her mother. By the time she finished, minutes had passed, and Xan maneuvered them onto the big bed. “Oh, honey, your mother needs to be strung up by her fingers and have her eyes plucked out one by one. That’s just for starters. I’d like to…” She stopped his tirade with a kiss. His vehemence on her behalf was endearing, but she didn’t want anyone else in their bedroom. “I only told you so you’d understand where I’m at. I don’t know if I can be what you want. If you want to stop before we start, I’ll understand.” It would kill her, especially if he chose, or when he chose another. She’d have to leave the pack, but that would be better than knowing she couldn’t be what he needed. “Your mother has no place here with you and me. We will do only what feels good for the both of us. However, I will spank your ass if you put yourself in danger.” He growled. She swallowed but nodded. “I’ll do the same to you.” He laughed. “Good luck with that.” He twisted their bodies so she lay under him. “Now, where were we?” As his head bent and his mouth covered hers, she forgot about everything except how much she wanted him. One big hand skimmed up her side, slipping beneath her borrowed T-shirt. Her stomach muscles jumped under his touch. Her nipples beaded, begging for his attention, which he quickly gave as his nimble fingers found one hardened tip, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. She pressed her pussy up against the thigh he’d inserted between her legs, and clutched at his back. “Don’t stop, oh god.” He moved his thigh a little faster, pinched his fingers and kissed her at the same time. She cried out, coming on a scream, but feeling empty. Breezy sucked in a deep breath, needing to feel him inside her. Her hands worked at the waistband of his sweats, but he stopped her. “Slow down.” “Fuck that. I want you in me.” He chuckled. “You’ll have me. I want you so damn much I hurt, but let’s make sure you’re ready.” Xan lifted up and she stared at his face, amazed at the control he had. He straddled her legs, keeping her from moving and frustration ate at her. “What the hell?” The diabolical man laughed. “Ssh. I’ll take care of you.” He whisked the shirt over her head, staring down at her breasts, then he bent and licked one then the other tip. “Fucking beautiful.” He pushed her breasts together and buried his face between them. “One day I’ll slide my dick between these, and fuck you here while you lick the tip till I come.” She moaned. “You’re going to make me a nympho.” “That’s my girl.” He continued to kiss and lick her in little nips, moving down her stomach. Breezy watched his blond hair pause by her belly button, his tongue swirl around the little indent as his hands tucked into the leggings. “Lift up.” She helped him shove her borrowed pants down and watched as they sailed over the side of the bed. His big hands lifted her legs, and spread her for his broad shoulders. Uncaring that the lights in the room were on and he could see every single imperfect ounce of her body, Breezy fell back on the bed, moaning at the first touch of his tongue on her. He hummed, his hands holding her open while his lips, teeth and tongue brought her to another climax within minutes. Breezy wasn’t sure if it was normal to come so quickly, but she squeezed her eyes shut, clutched the bedding below her and bit her lip instead of screaming out his name. “I want to hear you. Feel you when you come.” Xan grabbed her hand and put it in his hair. His eyes glowed up at her almost feral in their expression. He used the flat of his tongue, becoming more aggressive. She stroked her fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky texture, sure she couldn’t come again, when he pushed a finger inside her. She closed her eyes, the feel of the thick digit working in and out new, yet an added pleasure. Her thighs gripped him, and she pushed up against his face. Another finger entered her, his speed increased, and then he was licking and sucking her clit with more vigor. He wiggled his tongue, the raspy texture and rougher caress drove her mindlessly closer to a third climax. She panted, and cried out his name, one hand fisting in his hair, the other digging into his shoulder. “Oh, yes. Xan, right there. Harder.” Xan eased out from between her legs, licking his fingers. “You taste delicious. I think I will make a meal of you morning, noon and night.” “We will never get anything done, and we have jobs to do.” She reminded him. “Fine, then breakfast and dinner.” He kissed her stomach, then stood and tossed his pants to the side. He surprised her when he crawled on top of her, holding his weight off of her with his strength. “You realize once we do this you’re mine forever. Actually, you’re already mine, so there is no going back. I’m going to mark you and hope like fuck you plan to mark me.” Breezy looked up at him. “I’m going to mark you so big nobody will be able to miss it, Xander Fucking Carmichael.” He laughed. “Does that make you Breezy Fucking Carmichael?” “I’ll get that tattooed on my ass for you.”

Lyric's Accidental Mate (Iron Wolves MC Book 1)

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-America as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.