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He’d burn down the world to have her.
To save his clan, the bad boy alpha of the Baltimore Fada sacrificed everything—even his honor. But will he be forced to give up the only woman he's ever wanted?
The explosive conclusion to the Darktime Trilogy…
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I’ll be her first. Adric’s chest squeezed.
No other male had touched her. The primitive part of him reveled in that. He wanted to take her, long and hard. Imprint himself on her so that she’d always remember him.
But he also wanted to take care of her. Show her how special she was.
Caress her.
Love her.
He was a hard man. Some would say a cold-blooded killer. But he’d done what he had to, survived when a softer man wouldn’t have—and saved his clan besides. For Rosana, though, he’d dredge up whatever tenderness he could.
The wind had picked up. It whistled through the dunes, whipped her long black curls across her face. She captured her hair in one hand and beamed at him, her irises a deep sapphire in the fading light.
“Race you back to the B&B.” She took off down the street, surprisingly agile in the high-heeled boots.
He blinked, and with a predatory grin, loped after her. His cougar loved a chase.
He stayed behind her until they were almost to the B&B, because hey, watching that ass of hers wasn’t a hardship. Then he lunged, grabbing her waist and swinging her into the air. She shrieked with laughter and grabbed his shoulders. Those long legs wrapped around his waist.
He closed his teeth gently on her full lower lip and kept walking toward the B&B. “Beat you.”
“Mm.”
“What do I win?” He hitched her higher and nibbled his way down her neck.
“Not fair.” She angled her head so he could taste the tender underside of her jaw. “We didn’t agree to anything for the winner.”
He reached around her to open the door to the B&B. The stairwell was silent, his animal-enhanced senses telling him they were alone in the building. He headed up to the second floor with Rosana wrapped around him like a sexy vine.
He let his cat into his smile. “Where the fuck did you get the idea I play fair?”
No other male had touched her. The primitive part of him reveled in that. He wanted to take her, long and hard. Imprint himself on her so that she’d always remember him.
But he also wanted to take care of her. Show her how special she was.
Caress her.
Love her.
He was a hard man. Some would say a cold-blooded killer. But he’d done what he had to, survived when a softer man wouldn’t have—and saved his clan besides. For Rosana, though, he’d dredge up whatever tenderness he could.
The wind had picked up. It whistled through the dunes, whipped her long black curls across her face. She captured her hair in one hand and beamed at him, her irises a deep sapphire in the fading light.
“Race you back to the B&B.” She took off down the street, surprisingly agile in the high-heeled boots.
He blinked, and with a predatory grin, loped after her. His cougar loved a chase.
He stayed behind her until they were almost to the B&B, because hey, watching that ass of hers wasn’t a hardship. Then he lunged, grabbing her waist and swinging her into the air. She shrieked with laughter and grabbed his shoulders. Those long legs wrapped around his waist.
He closed his teeth gently on her full lower lip and kept walking toward the B&B. “Beat you.”
“Mm.”
“What do I win?” He hitched her higher and nibbled his way down her neck.
“Not fair.” She angled her head so he could taste the tender underside of her jaw. “We didn’t agree to anything for the winner.”
He reached around her to open the door to the B&B. The stairwell was silent, his animal-enhanced senses telling him they were alone in the building. He headed up to the second floor with Rosana wrapped around him like a sexy vine.
He let his cat into his smile. “Where the fuck did you get the idea I play fair?”