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Bond to a female shifter or lose his crown. What an ultimatum…especially for a king who’d rather remain single.
But when Noeh’s demanding goddess sets down the law, he must choose. Faced with an enemy out to destroy him versus a forbidden female that tempts him beyond measure, what’s a king to do?
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“You escaped. Perhaps I should put you in the dungeon.” Noeh’s voice was low and threatening.
The resulting shiver that skated across her arms wasn’t from fear. “I’ll just pick my way out of there, too.”
“Don’t bet on it.”
She stilled as he approached, and without thought, squeezed the wet rag in her hand. Water dripped onto the exam table. The stone was slightly concave, and the moisture ran into a small groove down the center.
He placed his palms on the surface of the table and leaned in. Up close and personal, he invaded her space as if he had every right.
“I don’t usually have trouble with disobedience, but you…” His eyes glowed, gold flecks mixing with the blue.
She met his gaze and didn’t flinch. “I think you like the challenge.”
The skin around his eyes creased as a smile broke across his face. “You might be right about that.”
His actions were contradictory to who he was. As king, he needed to find himself a queen, a Stiyaha queen. Yet, here he was, alone with her.
He walked around the exam table and approached her from behind, closing the distance between them. “Nice, very nice.”
As she continued to scrub the table, his warm breath tickled her nape, sending shivers of desire down her spine. He placed his palm over the back of her hand. His large hand dwarfed hers, but his touch was gentle. Her skin lit up at the contact, and she gasped.
He chuckled. The sound reverberated through his chest and flowed deep into her heart. He moved their hands together over the surface, and they polished the table together.
“Like this?” he asked as he leaned over her back. The brush of their bodies burned like fire.
“Yes,” she whispered.
As he wrapped his other arm around her waist, his skin brushed against the material of her dress, grazing her nipples. The sensitive buds peaked as he pulled her close. She moaned and leaned into him. His hard-on pressed against her lower back.
“Do you know what you do to me, little kitten?”
He flipped her around to face him, the strong, quick movement sending a thrill of excitement to her core. Breathing hard, he traced her back with his hands, down over the curve of her hips, and grabbed her bottom, giving her soft flesh a quick squeeze.
A rush of delight ran through her, and the warm spot between her legs moistened. Her fangs elongated, and she opened her mouth. A soft breath escaped her lips. He placed her hands on his massive biceps, and she traced her fingers over his shoulders. She massaged his muscles in the very place she’d bitten him before.
“Feed from me,” he said, his voice low and quiet.
He held her tight, and his erection pulsed through the fabric of his black pants and against her belly. Overwhelmed with desire, she couldn’t begin to deny his request. He picked her up so she could reach him easily, her bottom resting against his forearm.
She grabbed his shirt collar and ripped the material down to the shoulder seam. The sound of the tearing fabric fueled her desire. She traced his skin with her fingers until she found the perfect spot, the one at the juncture between his neck and shoulder blade. His amber eyes glimmered with desire. He seemed to want this as much as she did.
Bending her head to his shoulder, she breathed his unique scent deep into her lungs. She licked his skin, preparing the delicate tissue for her bite, numbing the spot with her saliva. While one hand continued to cradle her derriere, he placed his other hand behind her head. He rubbed the base of her scalp with strong fingers.
She relaxed at his touch, and fully extending her fangs, bit him. The essence of pine and sage rolled across her tongue and down her throat as his blood coursed through her body. She swayed, and a sense of giddiness and peace enveloped her. He shook as he held her to him, his massive body quaking under her assault. She continued to pull his blood into her mouth, drinking him in, savoring the rush as it overpowered all her senses.
Not wanting this to end, but knowing she’d had enough, she pulled out her fangs. Her swollen, sensitive lips pulsed as she licked his skin to seal the wound. His eyes darkened, and he stared at her mouth. She closed her eyes, knowing what was coming, unwilling to stop him.
The resulting shiver that skated across her arms wasn’t from fear. “I’ll just pick my way out of there, too.”
“Don’t bet on it.”
She stilled as he approached, and without thought, squeezed the wet rag in her hand. Water dripped onto the exam table. The stone was slightly concave, and the moisture ran into a small groove down the center.
He placed his palms on the surface of the table and leaned in. Up close and personal, he invaded her space as if he had every right.
“I don’t usually have trouble with disobedience, but you…” His eyes glowed, gold flecks mixing with the blue.
She met his gaze and didn’t flinch. “I think you like the challenge.”
The skin around his eyes creased as a smile broke across his face. “You might be right about that.”
His actions were contradictory to who he was. As king, he needed to find himself a queen, a Stiyaha queen. Yet, here he was, alone with her.
He walked around the exam table and approached her from behind, closing the distance between them. “Nice, very nice.”
As she continued to scrub the table, his warm breath tickled her nape, sending shivers of desire down her spine. He placed his palm over the back of her hand. His large hand dwarfed hers, but his touch was gentle. Her skin lit up at the contact, and she gasped.
He chuckled. The sound reverberated through his chest and flowed deep into her heart. He moved their hands together over the surface, and they polished the table together.
“Like this?” he asked as he leaned over her back. The brush of their bodies burned like fire.
“Yes,” she whispered.
As he wrapped his other arm around her waist, his skin brushed against the material of her dress, grazing her nipples. The sensitive buds peaked as he pulled her close. She moaned and leaned into him. His hard-on pressed against her lower back.
“Do you know what you do to me, little kitten?”
He flipped her around to face him, the strong, quick movement sending a thrill of excitement to her core. Breathing hard, he traced her back with his hands, down over the curve of her hips, and grabbed her bottom, giving her soft flesh a quick squeeze.
A rush of delight ran through her, and the warm spot between her legs moistened. Her fangs elongated, and she opened her mouth. A soft breath escaped her lips. He placed her hands on his massive biceps, and she traced her fingers over his shoulders. She massaged his muscles in the very place she’d bitten him before.
“Feed from me,” he said, his voice low and quiet.
He held her tight, and his erection pulsed through the fabric of his black pants and against her belly. Overwhelmed with desire, she couldn’t begin to deny his request. He picked her up so she could reach him easily, her bottom resting against his forearm.
She grabbed his shirt collar and ripped the material down to the shoulder seam. The sound of the tearing fabric fueled her desire. She traced his skin with her fingers until she found the perfect spot, the one at the juncture between his neck and shoulder blade. His amber eyes glimmered with desire. He seemed to want this as much as she did.
Bending her head to his shoulder, she breathed his unique scent deep into her lungs. She licked his skin, preparing the delicate tissue for her bite, numbing the spot with her saliva. While one hand continued to cradle her derriere, he placed his other hand behind her head. He rubbed the base of her scalp with strong fingers.
She relaxed at his touch, and fully extending her fangs, bit him. The essence of pine and sage rolled across her tongue and down her throat as his blood coursed through her body. She swayed, and a sense of giddiness and peace enveloped her. He shook as he held her to him, his massive body quaking under her assault. She continued to pull his blood into her mouth, drinking him in, savoring the rush as it overpowered all her senses.
Not wanting this to end, but knowing she’d had enough, she pulled out her fangs. Her swollen, sensitive lips pulsed as she licked his skin to seal the wound. His eyes darkened, and he stared at her mouth. She closed her eyes, knowing what was coming, unwilling to stop him.