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Living Extinct
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WEREWOLVES OF MALTA:
LIVING EXTINCT
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Prologue
Renee stepped out of the warm water. Droplets trailed down her body, tickling
between her breasts. Bruno watched, looking as alert as he would if entering into
a fight. She loved the slight streak of gray in his black hair. A day’s worth of
stubble on his jaw looked almost silver and made her skin tingle. She imagined
its roughness against her body, in between her legs, torturing her inner thighs
and pussy.
“This will be our last day together like this.” His deep, sultry baritone still made
her hot even after twenty years.
Her heart constricted, suddenly too heavy in her chest. “Maybe it won’t be like
you say.”
He raised one eyebrow in that all-knowing look he usually saved for a
disobedient werewolf. “It will be like I say.”
She sighed, knowing he was right. Life as they’d known it would end soon. She
saw it too. Bruno accepted it, seemed almost excited for the next stage of their
existence, and she burned for a way to change it.
“You can’t change destiny, my sweet bitch,” he whispered. “All we can do is
plan for it.”
She nodded, walking into the thick towel he held out in front of him. Bruno
dried her with meticulous care, slowly caressing her shoulders, her arms, her
front and back and then lower, between her legs. The roughness of the material
scraped over her tender flesh, igniting need deep inside her. The pressure only
grew when he backed away, taking the towel with him. A chill settled over her
heated body.
“We must make sure Moira is safe—I need that assurance, Bruno.” She followed
him into their room and stood before him when he sat on the side of the bed.
“Our daughter won’t die. Her future won’t be an easy one at first, but she is no
longer a cub. She can handle Dante Aldo.” The strong smell of his confidence
mixed with his enticing, lustful scent.
“If she agrees to be his mate,” Renee said.
“They are perfect for each other.”
Renee nodded and looked down at his cock, which was hard and smooth,
stretching between his legs as if it tried on its own to reach up and touch her. She
knelt before him, brushing her finger down its length. Bruno hissed, sucking in a
breath while he tangled his thick fingers in her hair.
“How many packs seek to destroy us?” she asked, cocking her head and wetting
her lips while delicately stroking his cock.
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“I know of four. The gift scares them. That we’ve been so successful
experimenting with pack members, showing them how to use the gift, terrifies
them.”
“If only we’d known.” All she and her mate ever wanted was for their pack to
enjoy the special powers, the gift, that she and Bruno had. “Showing them how
to move things, how to mix with each other’s thoughts seemed so clever when
we first started.”
“Do you have regrets?” He stroked her hair as gently as she did his cock.
“Not one,” she told him honestly, looking up into his brooding expression. She
kept her gaze on his, tilting her head to do so, and ran her tongue over the tip of
his cock.
“Not every member of our pack picked up on the gift, but many have. And
Moira is a natural.”
“Our daughter will be fine,” he growled, sounding like he willed it to be so.
“And thanks to the gift, our pack will be safe.” She ran her fingernails down his
thighs. His muscles quivered under her touch, giving her a sense of power. “If
Bernard hadn’t moved into the mind of that werewolf from the Comino pack, we
might never have known they planned to attack.”
“They are here sniffing us out. But now we know they’ll attack during the night,
and we’ll be ready.” His worried expression unsettled her. Without going into
his mind, Renee knew her mate feared too many of the pack would die.
“We’re as prepared as we can be. Within the hour, all the dens will have been
notified. Then we can move to help them leave before it’s too late.” The thought
of leaving Malta tore at her heart. But for her mate, she’d be strong. Renee
stretched her mouth over his cock, tasting her mate’s saltiness. Her pussy
swelled, eager to be fucked. She would enjoy every moment of today. Their last
day. After so many years mated to her werewolf, helping him lead their pack, the
end stared them in the face.
She loved the sound of Bruno’s growl. Her nipples puckered painfully and she
purposely brushed them over his rough leg hair while sucking as much of him
into her mouth as possible.
“Damn. Come here.” He lifted her as he spoke, not waiting for her to obey his
command. “Tease me with your heat and you know I’ll just want more.”
Bruno picked her up as if she weighed nothing.
“That was the plan, wolf man,” she whispered and quickly nipped at his lip. His
skin was still hot and flushed from bathing and he hadn’t taken time to dry
himself as he had her. She pressed her fingers into his shoulders as he adjusted
her on his lap.
“Scheming little bitch,” he teased, and held her in place while thrusting upward
with his hips.
Quick and hard, his cock spread her open, impaling her fast enough to steal her
breath. She pushed him backward and he lay back on their bed willingly.
Pressing down on his shoulders, she took over, riding him slow and easy. He
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and she leaned into him slightly, shifting the angle. His cock hit a new spot and
sent spasms exploding deep inside her.
His gaze was on her breasts. She loved the way he looked at her, like he would
devour her, eat her up with an eagerness of a cub given his favorite dessert. His
usually hard expression now flushed with raw lust, with a need she loved
drawing out of him. Intent on how sexy he looked, on his cock moving in and
out of her, she fought not to drool as she ran her hands down his hairy chest.
Muscles twitched under her touch. His heartbeat was strong and steady,
determined and powerful just like her werewolf. Renee arched into him, again
altering the way he fucked her, taking him deeper yet.
“Oh God. I need it hard—fast.” She’d brought herself so close to the edge.
Bruno chuckled. “Through using me? Do you need me to satisfy you now, little
bitch?”
“Shut up.” She laughed, although she quivered inside at the roughness of his
tone. Her pussy trembled while his cock stroked it. She was so damned close to
getting off.
“Fuck me, wolf man. If you still got what it takes.”
He yanked her off him so quickly she yelped, and then tossed her onto the bed.
Just as quickly he pulled her legs up, positioning her ankles on his shoulders and
thrusting deep inside her. She slid forward on the bed and howled at the intense
pleasure he offered.
Bruno fucked her so hard and fast she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could
barely see his massive frame above her. When he swelled, filling her, every
muscle inside her threatened to explode as her own orgasm tore through her.
“You are so incredibly wonderful,” she cried out.
Her eardrums almost exploded with a loud boom.
Bruno crushed her, pressing his entire body on top of hers. It took her a moment
to realize the booming sound had nothing to do with their sex. Something
outside had exploded. Heat surrounded them so quickly, she couldn’t breathe.
She stared into the face of her mate, the only male she’d ever loved.
Come with me, he spoke in her mind, pulling her out of her body. Their spirits
fled the room as it burst into flames.
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Chapter One
Screams tore through the air.
“Fire!”
“Damn it! We’re on fire!”
Moira Tangaree coughed, covering her mouth against the dirt and smoke
clogging the air. Too many scents surrounded her, confusing the situation, and
she fought to get her bearings. She whirled around, attacked with bewilderment.
A car raced down the street, barely missing her, the whoosh on her back
indication that it had been way too close.
The entire city had gone mad.
“We’re all going to die!” Screams echoed off the buildings on either side of the
street.
None of this should have been happening. Everyone was insane. Her world
turned upside down as flames ignited everywhere. Confusion turned to anger,
biting at her. Tight pain stabbed at her gut and wormed its way deep inside her,
rising into her throat until she wanted to gag. Jealousy and ignorance had caused
this. Stupid werewolves terrified of what they didn’t understand. They should
have offered their bellies to her sire, not destroyed him.
He offered all of them the gift. The ability to move things, to reach into other’s
minds and have their spirits leave their bodies and travel across land. It worked
differently with each werewolf. Bruno Tangaree believed all werewolves had the
gift inside them. Moira barely understood what her sire offered. What she knew,
she’d learned by listening and watching.
And her mother was the kindest, most beautiful queen bitch any pack had ever
known. No matter the hour, she’d hurry out of their den to help any of the pack
in need. Her gift was strong and she’d helped Bruno long into the night, their
quiet voices often lulling Moira to sleep. Neither of her parents shared a lot of
what they did with the experiments with Moira—especially toward the end.
She’d smelled their nervousness, knew something was up, but also knew
