Mating the Beast (Project Loup Garou, #2)

Captured and mutated, his memories of his past wiped away, Subject Number One clings only to the scent of his fated mate, caught only in whiffs in the facility where he and his wolf brothers are held prisoner. If he could only reach her, touch her, he could complete the mating bond and escape. But who would mate with a monster?

Wracked with guilt, Dr. Michelle Dimaano swallows her loathing for her job and her employers and the terrible things they do in the facility where she works. She's free to leave, but at the cost of her memory. The only thing she lives for is the overwhelming curiosity she holds towards the magnetic wolfman, Subject Number One. However, when she gets a little too close to him, he hurts her. Can she overcome her fear and choose a life of danger and her fated werewolf mate, or will she go back to the world of men and leave her monstrous lover behind?

Mating the Beast is a 36,000 word stand-alone novella featuring a cool, collected beast, a trapped beauty, knotting, monster sex, and the defloration of a virgin! 18+ only please! It is the second in the Project Loup Garou series.

EXCERPT:

Huge muscled arms came around her as she inhaled deeply, letting the musk of his fur fill her lungs. The woody wildness of him made her pussy ache, made her mouth water. She had no idea what he had in store for her—she only knew that she wanted it, badly. Restless hands, blunted fingers, sharp claws relentlessly roamed her body, scratching through her clothes, catching on fabric, only this time there was no barrier between them, no bars keeping him from ripping through her clothes, which was exactly what he did.

First, however, he hauled her to her feet, drawing her away from the flimsy cot, and half-carried, half-dragged her to the pile of blankets at the back of the cell, probably left there by one of the interns taking pity on her. She was grateful for it as One laid her down and crouched over her, straddling her hips, his huge body blocking her from the cameras. A mercy.

Reaching up, she smoothed her hands over his chest, hard with muscle and soft with fur at the same time, and he rumbled at her, clearly pleased. Her eyes darted down to the spot between his legs where his erection thrust up proudly. She didn't get a good look, but just the glimpse she caught was enough to inflame her. With a lick of her lips she ran her fingers down One's stomach, feeling the muscles of his abdomen leap and clench at her touch. She'd always kept her fingernails short and blunt for work, and now she wished she hadn't. She wanted to scratch him, release the beastly fervor she was certain dwelt beneath his skin. Crooking her fingers, she ran her blunt fingernails over his flesh, and he moaned. “Mi-shell.”

She loved hearing her name in his chest. The way it rumbled like thunder, the way his inhuman voice forced it out, caressing it.

Then he bent his head to her hair, snuffled loudly, and began to tear her clothes off...