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A wolf trying to mend her heart from a devastating loss…
Cat
Frasier is a wolf missing her mate. She was supposed to have a fairy tale
ending when she married the big, bad wolf of her dreams, but fate had other
plans. Now the fortress around her heart might be too high for any man to
climb. When a chance encounter puts her in the path of a possible romantic
interest, does she dare let the flicker of heat inside her erupt into something
more?
A tormented demon on the hunt for peace…
Dante
is an incubus with an incurable lust for books. When he finds himself falling
for Cat Frasier, the woman he has marked as the final soul to end his contract,
he faces a heart wrenching decision. Will Dante take what he needs to feed his
hunger, or sacrifice himself for the woman who has lit his own demonic soul on
fire?
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Excerpt:
Dante came back to himself as Cat’s
energy flooded into him. He’d tried to leave her before he could leave any
incriminating evidence, but she would have none of that. The bite on his
shoulder stung, but even more was the knowledge that she had claimed him before
he could do the same.
She’d marked him.
Fuck.
In all the history of the world, he’d
never heard of an incubus bonding with a prospective soul.
It was ludicrous.
Gods, if Morgan knew, she’d be laughing
her ass off. And so would Luc. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise him if the bastard
had something to do with it.
Cat was different.
And not just because she was a shifter.
Cock hard and aching, he groaned at the
taste of her nectar still lingering on his tongue. Hell, he wanted to fuck her
senseless.
Again.
Twice would never be enough.
And since when did he lose control
during a dream session?
She rolled him.
God, she really did.
He blinked, stunned.
Fuck.
He skimmed the bite mark along his
shoulder, and winced.
What the fuck had just happened?
She fit against him perfectly, her
movements his. He got up from the bed and stormed into the bathroom, letting
the cold, harsh light bring him back to reality.
He flipped on the water to the shower
and waited, hardly daring to look at himself in the mirror. These days, it was
a dangerous thing to do. Dante plunged his hand into the stream and walked into
the spray, hardly minding it was nearly scalding hot. Maybe he could scrub his
soul clean while he was at it.
But it was far too late for that.
Hot water boiling against his skin, he
took his cock in hand. If he didn’t come again soon, he was going to go insane.
The erection he sported just thinking about her was becoming nearly comical.
Like one of those commercials that
warned of having a hard-on longer than four hours.
He chuckled darkly to himself and let
his imagination wander. Four hours to tie Cat up and show her some of the
sensual tricks in his arsenal.
How he would dearly love to make her
howl again.
Dante ran his palm along the length of
his cock and began to pump himself hard. A bead of precum appeared, and he felt
the explosion building with every long stroke. He growled and thrust harder
into his hand, remembering her hot, tight heat. Beads of water cascaded down
his face, and he saw the passion in her eyes as she lay beneath him. Her legs
wrapping around him, urging him on, with a body built for sin and a soul that
he knew in his heart would never be his to take.
That just made him all the more
determined. Everyone had sin they were trying to hide. Hell, she had all but
admitted liking bondage books. But at the same time, when he tasted her, all he
could find was the sweet essence of innocence.
“I will have you, Red. I’ll fuck you
‘till you scream, and this time, I’ll mark you.” Even as he said the words, he
knew them for the lie they were. There was something about this woman that made
his heart swell just as much as his dick. Damned inconvenient was what it was.
Dante roared as his release ripped
through him and his seed coated the glass wall of the shower before joining the
scorching spray to spiral down the drain. Finishing up in the shower, he dried
himself and padded back toward the bed where the stack of romances she’d
recommended beckoned to him. As he climbed into bed and reached for the first
one, the haunting gaze of the green-eyed vixen stuck behind his eyes, the
memory of her softness clinging to him like a dream.