The Beta's Spitfire (Utopia 2) by Gale Stanley
Levi and I have always been best friends. Now he’s the pack Alpha and I’m his beta, a.k.a. the man who cleans up after his shit storms. This one is a doozy. He dumped his intended bride, and now it’s my job to take care of her while he goes off to find his soulmate. Delilah is beautiful, a real spitfire, and completely off limits. But she ignites a fire that makes my wolf sit up and howl.
I was meant to be the mate of an Alpha, so l accepted an arranged marriage with Levi. But the arrogant jerk dumped me right before the wedding. I’m no damsel in distress, so I took off for New York to live a life of independence. Along the way, I was kidnapped and my situation became desperate. When Samson came to my rescue, I never expected him to claim me for himself.
“I don’t want to be your babysitter.” I took my eyes off the road to look at Delilah. We made eye contact at exactly the same time and the connection was so powerful, I forgot where I was. I thought of all the dirty things I wanted to do to her.
Delilah grabbed the wheel and steered us back to our lane. I’d narrowly missed a head-on with an eighteen-wheeler. I took in a deep breath and steadied myself. “S-s-s-sorry.”
“No harm done. So, you don’t want to be my babysitter. What do you want?”
I want to be your lover, your mate, your partner. “I want to be your friend.”
“You are my friend, Samson. You’re the only one I trust to get me home. Milo just wants to fuck me.”
I felt my face grow hot. I’d just been thinking the same thing. She was just so damn gorgeous, so tempting. But unlike Milo, I would never hit on her. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me.”
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Too bad. “Yes, you’re a perfect gentleman.”
Despite my independence, I’d had little experience with men. She-wolves were supposed to wait for marriage and I’d been promised to an Alpha. In the past, I’d been tempted to have sex just to spite my father, but I’d never met anyone I deemed worthy of taking my virginity. Until now.
Why did it have to be a beta who woke butterflies in my stomach? He stared at me as if he wanted to eat me alive, and it was hot as hell. His scent, all male and oh so seductive, made me drool. Amazing. I only drooled when I smelled the scent of a fresh kill. I love deer meat. It really surprised me that I’d succumbed so easily to Samson’s powerful sexuality. I don’t think he realized how delicious he was. He had the kind of body that any woman would appreciate. That thought gave me pause. I didn’t want to think of him with someone else. I wanted him all to myself. I wanted my first time to be
with him. Images of our naked bodies grinding together in passion flitted through my mind.
Author Bio and Links
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
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