Xan’s Feisty Mate
Iron Wolves Book 2
FEMALE SHIFTER LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO LOVE.
THE ALPHA WITH AN ATTITUDE. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN
SOMEONE THREATENS THE WOMAN HE DENIES IS HIS?
FUR AND BLOOD WILL FLY.
Breezy has loved Xan Carmichael for years, but she’s tired of trying to get him to notice her.
She’s suffered long enough and is ready to move on.
Xan didn’t want a mate, but when someone tries to harm the only woman who had called to him
and his wolf, he’s ready to rip the world apart to keep her safe. The past has a way of coming back and haunting your present, and Breezy has just become the
focus of a deranged killer. Will Xan and the rest of the Iron Wolves be able to save her before whoever is out to end her life succeeds, or will the stubborn
alpha claim her in time?
Breezy couldn’t believe her ears. Xan was saying everything she’d ever wanted to hear.
Could she believe him? What if he changed his mind? Wolves mated for life she reassured
herself, except in her parent’s case, she didn’t know of any other wolves who separated. She took
a deep breath and nodded.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“You’re my mate, Xan.”
He bent and kissed her, a sweet so unlike Xan kiss, she felt tears well again. “See, that
wasn’t so hard. Was it?” His thumbs brushed away her tears.
She smiled. “You really can be sweet.”
His hands reached for her ribs and began tickling. “Take it back. I am a big, bad ass
His teasing was a surprise, endearing him to her even more. “You’re that, too. So, when
does this debauchery begin?”
Her words had him going stone still. “We don’t need to do it now. I can wait a day or two.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “I’ve waited twenty-seven years. I think I’ve wanted
you since I knew what it meant to want a man. There’s no reason to wait, unless you’re not up
for the task.” She looked pointedly down at his lap. The large erection evident. Thankfully she
was a nurse and knew he would fit, even though he looked like he’d stuffed a third arm down his
“Woman, you truly are a bad girl. Damn, I’m a lucky bastard.” He lifted them both in one
motion from their seated position in the recliner, her arms went around his neck making him
realize she trusted him with her safety.
“Hmm, I think I might be the lucky one.” She traced his lips with her tongue, making him
A swat on her ass had her yelping. “That’s one. I owe you nineteen more.”
The sting his slap caused didn’t hurt, but she tensed the entire walk to his room, until he
kicked the door shut. “Xan, I’m not into spankings and stuff.” With her arms around his neck,
her legs locked around his waist, she explained about her childhood, and the beatings she’d
endured on a regular basis from her mother. By the time she finished, minutes had passed, and
Xan maneuvered them onto the big bed.
“Oh, honey, your mother needs to be strung up by her fingers and have her eyes plucked out
one by one. That’s just for starters. I’d like to…” She stopped his tirade with a kiss. His
vehemence on her behalf was endearing, but she didn’t want anyone else in their bedroom.
“I only told you so you’d understand where I’m at. I don’t know if I can be what you want.
If you want to stop before we start, I’ll understand.” It would kill her, especially if he chose, or
when he chose another. She’d have to leave the pack, but that would be better than knowing she
couldn’t be what he needed.
“Your mother has no place here with you and me. We will do only what feels good for the
both of us. However, I will spank your ass if you put yourself in danger.” He growled.
She swallowed but nodded. “I’ll do the same to you.”
He laughed. “Good luck with that.”
He twisted their bodies so she lay under him. “Now, where were we?” As his head bent and
his mouth covered hers, she forgot about everything except how much she wanted him.
One big hand skimmed up her side, slipping beneath her borrowed T-shirt. Her stomach
muscles jumped under his touch. Her nipples beaded, begging for his attention, which he quickly
gave as his nimble fingers found one hardened tip, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
She pressed her pussy up against the thigh he’d inserted between her legs, and clutched at
his back. “Don’t stop, oh god.”
He moved his thigh a little faster, pinched his fingers and kissed her at the same time. She
cried out, coming on a scream, but feeling empty.
Breezy sucked in a deep breath, needing to feel him inside her. Her hands worked at the
waistband of his sweats, but he stopped her. “Slow down.”
“Fuck that. I want you in me.”
He chuckled. “You’ll have me. I want you so damn much I hurt, but let’s make sure you’re
Xan lifted up and she stared at his face, amazed at the control he had. He straddled her legs,
keeping her from moving and frustration ate at her. “What the hell?”
The diabolical man laughed. “Ssh. I’ll take care of you.” He whisked the shirt over her head,
staring down at her breasts, then he bent and licked one then the other tip. “Fucking beautiful.”
He pushed her breasts together and buried his face between them. “One day I’ll slide my dick
between these, and fuck you here while you lick the tip till I come.”
She moaned. “You’re going to make me a nympho.”
“That’s my girl.” He continued to kiss and lick her in little nips, moving down her stomach.
Breezy watched his blond hair pause by her belly button, his tongue swirl around the little
indent as his hands tucked into the leggings. “Lift up.”
She helped him shove her borrowed pants down and watched as they sailed over the side of
the bed. His big hands lifted her legs, and spread her for his broad shoulders. Uncaring that the
lights in the room were on and he could see every single imperfect ounce of her body, Breezy
fell back on the bed, moaning at the first touch of his tongue on her.
He hummed, his hands holding her open while his lips, teeth and tongue brought her to
another climax within minutes. Breezy wasn’t sure if it was normal to come so quickly, but she
squeezed her eyes shut, clutched the bedding below her and bit her lip instead of screaming out
“I want to hear you. Feel you when you come.” Xan grabbed her hand and put it in his hair.
His eyes glowed up at her almost feral in their expression.
He used the flat of his tongue, becoming more aggressive. She stroked her fingers through
his hair, enjoying the silky texture, sure she couldn’t come again, when he pushed a finger inside
She closed her eyes, the feel of the thick digit working in and out new, yet an added
pleasure. Her thighs gripped him, and she pushed up against his face. Another finger entered her,
his speed increased, and then he was licking and sucking her clit with more vigor. He wiggled
his tongue, the raspy texture and rougher caress drove her mindlessly closer to a third climax.
She panted, and cried out his name, one hand fisting in his hair, the other digging into his
“Oh, yes. Xan, right there. Harder.”
Xan eased out from between her legs, licking his fingers. “You taste delicious. I think I will
make a meal of you morning, noon and night.”
“We will never get anything done, and we have jobs to do.” She reminded him.
“Fine, then breakfast and dinner.” He kissed her stomach, then stood and tossed his pants to
He surprised her when he crawled on top of her, holding his weight off of her with his
strength. “You realize once we do this you’re mine forever. Actually, you’re already mine, so
there is no going back. I’m going to mark you and hope like fuck you plan to mark me.”
Breezy looked up at him. “I’m going to mark you so big nobody will be able to miss it,
Xander Fucking Carmichael.”
He laughed. “Does that make you Breezy Fucking Carmichael?”
“I’ll get that tattooed on my ass for you.”
About Elle Boon
Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is
more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved
with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots
of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.
She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic or paranormal, as long as
there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall
in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just
waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with
Connect with Elle online, she loves to hear from you:
Other Books by Elle Boon
Ravens of War
Two For Tamara
Akra’s Demons, Coming Soon
His Perfect Wolf
Jett’s Wild Wolf
A SmokeJumpers Christmas
Mind Bender, Coming Soon
MC Shifters Erotic
Iron Wolves MC
Lyric’s Accidental Mate
Xan’s Feisty, February 9, 2016
Miami Blaze, Coming Summer 2016
Delta Salvation, Coming March/April
Jett’s Wild Wolf
Mystic Wolves, Book 3
A WILD WOLF, A SEXY AS SIN SHIFTER, AND A BOND THEY
COULDN’T DENY. Will Jett and Taryn be able to get their happily
ever after, or will it be destroyed by their enemy?
A WILD WOLF…Taryn yearned for the freedom to find a place where she belonged. A
place where she was loved and could love without fear. The first time she saw Jett, her heart and
mind knew he was the one for her.
A SEXY AS SIN SHIFTER…Jett nearly lost his place in the Mystic Wolves because
of one wild wolf. Now, she’s saved his life, and his wolf wants her for their own. Can he trust
her not to betray them all?
A BOND THEY COULDN’T DENY…Taryn and Jett fight the attraction they’ve
felt simmering between them, until danger almost takes what is most precious away… an
unyielding love they’d never thought they deserved to have.
Q and A with Elle Boon
Welcome Elle and thanks for being here today. Let’s get started.
Please tell us a bit about your current book…
My latest book is Jett’s Wild Wolf, Mystic Wolves 3. This book is not for the faint of heart. It starts off with a bang. The heroine is the daughter of the bad guy, and he is evil incarnate. Taryn has lusted after Jett for a long time, but knew he’d never want her because of who and what she was. But, circumstances throws them together, and it’s only because of her that he is attacked, and then because she has the ability to heal him, they form a bond.
Jett doesn’t trust Taryn, but he wants her more than he’s ever wanted anyone in his life. He plans to work her out of his system, and then find out what he can to destroy her father, even if it means destroying her.
Will these two be able to work through their trust issues, or will the evil from both their pasts rip them apart before they can find their happily ever after?
Who was your favorite character to write and why?
I love my character Zeus from my Ravens of War. He is such an alpha, yet he’s funny, charming, and loves his mate. I truly love him. I also love Nolan from my Mystic Wolves. He’s a little boy and will steal your heart
What’s your favorite genre to write?
Hands down paranormal. I think it’s because I like making shit up.
If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?
I really want to go to Italy. I love Italian food, so I know I won’t starve. It’s beautiful and I would love to soak in all things Italian… yes, the men are pretty awesome, too.
Taryn made her way through the throng of people. Bike week in full swing at Sturgis made
it easy for her to blend into the crowd at the largest biker’s bar in town. She loved the anonymity
that came with the thousands of people who flooded the small town each year.
The music throbbed a sexy beat, reminding her of the last time she’d been in Chaps, surely a
stupid move, but a girl was allowed to be stupid every once in a while. As she got closer to the
stage where the band was playing, women were more than half naked, screaming like a bunch of
banshees. Taryn looked over her shoulder at the ladies she’d come with, making sure they were
keeping up with her.
“We are so not taking our tops off, Taryn,” Darian yelled in her ear.
A snort escaped Taryn. She’d met Darian and her motley group of friends a few weeks back
at the library studying for exams. When they’d noticed Taryn sitting alone on a nightly basis, the
women had decided she needed rescuing. Now, she led them to the front, knowing if they needed
rescuing she’d be the one to save their asses.
She looked at the outfits each woman had on, then at her own daring ensemble. Yeah, none
of them had much to take off, yet they all had on more than the women at the front of the stage.
“Get your asses up here ladies, and don’t puss out on me,” Taryn yelled, dragging Jenna and
Kylie along. The band ended one song, only to start another.
Unable to get to the front, she and her friends moved to the side where a dance floor
afforded them a view, but also allowed them the chance to get their groove on as Kylie loved to
say. When she saw the way the girl started bopping to the music without a care, she joined her. A
raucous round of giggling ensued, and then all four were dancing.
Taryn didn’t notice they were drawing attention as they danced to song after song, letting
the beat carry her away. She loved music, could lose herself in the rhythm for hours. Looking up
toward the stage, her eyes met the dark orbs of the one man sure to set her body aflame. He
stared at her while he twirled the drumsticks in both hands, never missing a beat. His lips moved,
singing along to the song, every now and again she could see the piercing on his extremely long
She licked her lips, his eyes seemed to follow the movement, narrowing as a guy bumped
into her back. His black eyes flared, the eyes of his wolf apparent.
Panic made her stumble into Darian. “Excuse me ladies. I need a drink. Be right back.”
She didn’t wait around for them to say anything. Her fight or flight instinct kicking in like
prey caught in a predator’s sight. Not that she thought Jett of the Mystic Pack even knew who
she was. With all the people crowding the bar, there was no way her scent could reach him, she
assured herself. Standing in line to get a drink she got her nerves under control.
After ordering four bottles of beer she made her way back to the dance floor. A DJ had
started playing, giving the band a short break. Taryn handed each lady their drink, accepting their
thanks with a smile. Not seeing the band, or the wolf, she decided she would not think of by
name, Taryn sat her empty bottle of beer on the closest table.
“Oh, who knows how to do this line dance?” she asked. The song playing was an old one
that was sure to get everyone up and dancing. Jenna jumped up and down, grabbing her hand as
they shoved their way to the middle of the sawdust dance floor right in front of the stage.
They whooped and hollered along with the crowd, shaking their asses in miniscule denim
skirts and cowgirl boots. Where Jenna was a little more covered with her boyish figure, Taryn
drew more stares with her voluptuous curves, purple hair and tattoos. She color coordinated her
black and purple tank to match her hair and topped it off with her favorite black boots with
purple snakeskins. She didn’t have a lot of money, but she knew how to buy things on sale.
Shimmying to the beat, they took it down low, slapping the floor with the palm of her hand,
she laughed at the look on Darian’s face as she made sure her knees were held together. No way
in hell was she going to flash her panties to the crowd of onlookers.
“Why didn’t you beotchs join us?” Jenna asked.
Kylie began doing what was known as the peepee dance. “Who’s going to the bathroom
Taryn didn’t like the thought of being left alone, and just the mention of the bathroom had
her bladder waking up. “Let’s go. You know what they say though. Once you break the seal.”
They laughed as they weaved their way toward the ladies room.
About the Author:
I’m a wife and mother who is a retired stay at home mom of 2. I say retired because my youngest
is 14 and my oldest is 20. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then the same
year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading saved my sanity. When I
recovered and realized how quickly life could change, I made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live.
Check. On top of that list was to become a published author. Check. Eight years later I have accomplished
that goal and several others.
I live in the Midwest, but I”m a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite frequently, and am
known to say “Bless Your Heart” A LOT. If you know what that means, you do not want to be the one I say
that to, lol. I cuss worse than if a trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class.
I write what I love to read, erotic romance. My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the
imagination in or out of the bedroom. My hope is that after readers have read one of my stories, they fall in love with the
characters as much as I have. The best part of my new journey is that I get to create new worlds, and have all kinds of stories in my head just waiting to be written. I truly love to hear from readers. You can find me on Twitter, Facebook or my webside, but I’m on Facebook ALL the
time, so find me. I’d love to hear from you!!!