Page 58 of New Blood

“You’re laughing at your man? Baby, baby, be careful now…”

She reached for his shoulders and drew him down to her.

“Take me hard, please. I need to feel you, all of you. I need to feel your strength.”

He knew he couldn’t resist her demand. His next thrust was harder and faster and elicited a loud moan from Danielle. Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she gripped his hips. As he plunged in and out of her in a rhythm and tempo that would make him climax sooner than he wanted, he lowered his head to hers.

“I love you, Danielle,” he professed and kissed her.

Farther below, his hips moved relentlessly, his cock diving deep into her sweet cave to drive them both to the ultimate pleasure and the kind of intimacy only fated mates could achieve.

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Eve looked into the full-length mirror in her bedroom. After hearing that her father would be exiled to Canada, she’d made a decision to cut her losses. Her father had made too many mistakes, and she had no intention of paying for them. She had nothing to do with what he and Cameron had done. She’d lived her life separately from them, spending as much time as she could at the equestrian estate. With her father gone for good, never to return to the pack as alpha or otherwise, she had to take her life into her own hands, and that meant clawing herself to the highest position she could attain: the alpha female of the pack. All it took was to mate with Jude.

It wouldn’t be too much of a hardship. He was tall and handsome with a good body. If she was lucky, he was even good in bed. After all, a man like Jude would have plenty of sexual expertise, attracting women like a pot of honey attracted bees and flies. She wasn’t blind and was fully aware of Jude’s charms, even though they left her cold. But she wouldn’t be the first woman to fake love or attraction for a man simply because he could give her the power or status she craved.

She’d had plenty of one-night stands where she hadn’t even liked the guys she was sleeping with. She’d simply picked them because she wanted sex, and as long as the guy was good-looking enough and had a nice body, she didn’t care much if he had dirt for brains or a stutter or was a chauvinistic pig. She’d always been able to separate love and affection from sex, just like men could. If that made her seem cold and calculated, so be it. She wasn’t looking for anyone’s approval. Certainly not for her father’s. He’d screwed up her life enough. At least, this was the last time his actions would have a negative effect on her. From now on, she would do what she knew she had to.

She glanced at her image in the mirror once more. Her black negligee was short, her breasts perky beneath the lace, and her legs long and slender. She knew that she appealed to men. They looked at her and thought of sex. Well, tonight, that would turn into her advantage. Any man seeing her like this would lick his chops and toss her on the nearest flat surface and take what she was offering. Jude was certainly no different.

She’d smelled the arousal on him when she’d sat next to him during dinner. He was a virile werewolf, and like all males of their species, he had urges and needs. She wouldn’t make him wait any longer, even though he’d said he would give her time to grieve. She’d grieved long enough.

With a determined gait, she walked to the door of her bedroom and opened it. Her room was located on the same floor as Jude’s, only three doors down. She didn’t bother wearing a robe over her revealing attire. Nobody would see her. It was dark and quiet in the corridor. Walking barefoot, she made barely a sound. At Jude’s door, she noticed the faint sliver of light shining from beneath the door into the corridor. He was still awake.

She took a fortifying breath and knocked at the door. A low sound came from the room—almost like a growl. Surely, his attitude to this nightly interruption would change the moment he saw her. She was aware of her sex appeal and had never been turned down by any man she’d offered her body to. Tonight would be no different.

Eve turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. She made two steps into the room. What she saw robbed her of her breath for a long moment, making her unable to speak or even think. This wasn’t right. This couldn’t be happening!

She blinked once, twice, three times, but the scene taking place in Jude’s bed didn’t change.

Jude was naked, which would have been a welcome sight if only he’d been alone. But he wasn’t. His feet firmly planted at the foot of the bed, he was hunched over a woman, fucking her with such fervor that it was no surprise that he hadn’t heard her knock or open the door. He hadn’t grunted in response to her knock. No, he’d moaned, just like he moaned now.

Her feet carried her two steps closer until she could finally see the face of the woman in Jude’s bed.

Fury charged through her veins when she recognized her.

“You fucking little whore!” she yelled.

Danielle’s gaze shot to her, shock and embarrassment colliding in it, while Jude spun toward her, glaring at her, a growl ripping from his throat.

Eve glanced at him for a brief moment, noticing that his cock was rock-hard and glistening. That made her even more incensed. Outrage charged through her.

Anger ruling her, she glared back at Danielle.

“It wasn’t enough that you fucked my father? No, now you have to fuck my mate too.”

Her feet carried her closer to the bed, while Danielle gripped the torn shreds of her nightgown and held them together in the front as if she could hide what she had done. By the sights of it she’d probably played the vulnerable little lamb to his powerful wolf.

“That’s not true!” Danielle cried out.

Eve ate up the distance to the bed with a few more steps and swung a fist at her. But her punch was intercepted by Jude snatching her wrist and keeping it in a vise grip.

Fury blazed from his eyes. “If you hurt her, it’ll be the last thing you do.”

Stunned at his stern warning, one that, judging by the dangerous glint in his eyes, he was willing to make good on, she shook her head.

“Don’t you see what she’s doing? She did this with my father, too. She destroyed my parents’ marriage by having an affair with him. It’s her fault that my mother killed herself!”