Trapped With the Alpha (Balfour Shifters Book 1) by Emily Minton, Julia Keith

something off in me, and I lose control. Fucking her harder, my thrusts inch her forward with each stroke. An urge hits me, an urge I haven’t felt for eight-hundred years. Finally, I allow my wolf to come forward just a bit.
    My eyes flicker, making everything around me seem sharper. The shadows no longer hinder my sight. My claws lengthen, pinching into her sensitive skin. Throwing my head back, I let out a loud howl. My canines are now extended fully, the razor sharp points eager to sink into our mate’s neck and reclaim what is rightfully ours.  
    Knowing she’s wanting the same thing, I give in to the beast and pull her torso up to rest against me while I wrap the other hand around her slender neck and tilt her head to the side, giving me easier access. 
    Striking quick, my chest is on her back and my teeth are buried in her neck as deep as I can possibly get without causing her beautiful throat too much damage. She screams out in pleasure as her muscles convulse around me. Her pussy finally clamps down on my cock, strangling my dick to the point of pain, and begins to pull forth my own orgasm. I slam into her once more, throwing my head back to howl at the moon as I release my cum deep inside of her, claiming her for eternity once more.
     

Izzy
     
    COLLAPSING ONTO my back and wrapping his arms around me, Brody releases a sigh of contentment before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on my temple. Releasing my own sigh of happiness, I soak up the feeling of his skin upon my own. I know we have a lot to talk about, but after eight hundred years of solitary, I’m allowing myself this reprieve, no matter how temporary.
    Sliding off to the side, he curls me into his body in a protective gesture, a move I have loved since the beginning. “I know we have a lot to discuss, Pixie, but I just need to hold you for a while. Can you give that to me, love?”
    “Yeah, I need it too, Brody. Don’t let go. Please, don’t let go,” I whimper as tears start to blur my vision. 
    As much as I want to tear into him for taking advantage of my need for him, I do need this fiercely. It’s hard to put into words what it’s been like to walk around for decades, feeling as if my very soul was missing. I think the best way to explain it would be like how amputee patients experience ghost pains. Long after the limb is removed, the pain never seems to recede. You just never feel complete. No matter how hard you try to focus on the remaining parts, the missing piece is the only one you seem to be able to think about.
    Laying there in the thick of the forest, we just let each other be for what seems like hours. Neither of us is willing to let go of the other and get back to the nitty gritty of the situation. We have to talk about everything that has happened, and I have to figure out how to do that without losing my temper. Knowing the fight will start again soon, a nearly silent sigh slips from my lips.
    As the wind stirs the branches on the trees, I decide that I need to take advantage of the calmness enveloping us both. Rolling over on my opposite side so that we are face to face, I slowly raise my hand to his handsome jaw, tracing the planes and dips of his bone structure, soaking up the feeling of his skin, his scruff, and all that is Brody.
    I run my fingertips gently over his full lips and say, “It’s getting late, Brody. As much as we want to stay in our happy little bubble, I think we need to talk about some of this before we head back.”
    Kissing my fingers before grabbing hold of my hand and bringing it to his chest, he releases a groan before saying, “I know, baby. There is no escaping this shit.”
    Rubbing small circles over his heart, I reply, “No, there’s no escaping it.”
    “Even though I really just want to continue holding you and forget any of this ever happened, we have to deal with it.” Leaning forward, he places a kiss on my lips. “Okay, love, you can start. Tell me what you know, even if it