[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, werewolves, shape-shifters, HEA]
When Grace Commander first sees tall, gorgeous vulfen warrior Matsij Gabrov step out of the shadows, her heart flutters with the knowledge that her life will never be the same even as her confidence is shattered. Why would a member of the vulfen elite look twice at a part-blood fox who can’t even shift?
Matsij Gabrov, born the vulfen Shadow of his generation, lives a life of service to his people, asking nothing for himself. When the sweet scent of a human awakens his ancient instinct, his shock cannot keep him from ensuring her protection from the repeated attempts to kidnap her. The urge to defend and possess the petite dark-haired beauty leads Matsij to follow his fated mate into the dangerous world of the human hunting society.
He was born and bred to battle the hunting society, but can he fight the more insidious battle against the prejudice he faces from his own community to claim his beautiful mate?
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Liz W
- bonita nelson
She felt the irresistible pull from the shadows and stood. She came down the steps slowly and looked toward the low hedge. She could feel the predator out there even though she couldn’t see him clearly. He was gifted beyond anything she had imagined.
The shadows rippled and a large white wolf emerged. He was magnificent, his white fur tipped in a translucent silver that glinted in the low light. Mother Nature had been good to him. Gracie could have gladly admired him all night.
He approached her with caution. He stopped a few feet away and the tip of his bushy tail wagged the tiniest bit.
“I know you,” Gracie said slowly and his ears pricked forward. “I saw you at Angel’s place. You captured the doctor. I felt you watching me.”
The wolf sat and gazed at her.
Gracie clutched the blanket tighter.
“Why are you here?” she whispered, although she had a feeling she might know why.
In a shimmer of darkness, a man was standing before her. Just looking at him, her stomach muscles jumped, but it wasn’t fear that made her react. His strong features had emotion welling up inside her and her pulse was pounding out of control, but she didn’t feel even a hint of fear.
Her night vision was excellent. He was wearing black jeans and a tight black t-shirt over slabs of sculpted muscle. His white hair streamed down to his wide shoulders, shining in the darkness. He was built strong with a wide chest and heavy roped muscles, so magnificently male that she couldn’t look away.
“You are still in danger,” he said, and his deep voice sent a thrill through her that she couldn’t hide. “You should not be out here alone.”
“I guess you followed us from Angel’s house. Is that the only reason you came, just because I might be in danger?”
She tried to fight down her strange disappointment and listen to his response.
“Members of the hunting society are still at large. No one knows at this time what the doctor may have told them. Your name may be familiar to them by now. Your brother should never have left you alone tonight of all nights.”
Gracie stuck her chin out. “You leave my brother out of this. I had to argue and argue to get him to leave just so that I could have some peace.”
His eyes gleamed in the reflected light from the window.
“And did you find that peace?”
She sniffed. “No. I was wasting my time wondering about you.”
She turned and marched to the house and up the porch steps.
“Well, are you coming in?” she asked.
His lips quirked. “Thank you for the gracious invitation. I would be honored to come into your home.”
They stood, with Gracie on the top step and the white wolf man on the walkway and watched each other.
“Please come in,” she said.
A slow smile brightened his face and her heart thumped. He was so hot when he smiled. Not like a perfect male model on a screen, but like a real man, handsome and so strong he wouldn’t back away from her sharp tongue.
The sight of her mouth opening as her eyes fluttered shut was too much. His swollen cock throbbed like a toothache and sweat broke out on his forehead, but he kept his focus by sheer force of will.
He unfastened each tiny button slowly, kissing the smooth skin he exposed. Her blouse and lacy bra were pushed aside and removed so he could taste her and run his tongue in patterns over her gorgeous caramel skin.
He explored each rib and when he reached her little belly button, he nipped gently in a series of tiny stinging bites. Her body undulated beneath him and it was all he could do not to mount her immediately. He slid one hand up her thigh and tested the heat of her welcome for him. She was moist and yielding, and her legs fell apart at his first touch to expose her soft vulnerable core. The lust rose in him like a tidal wave and damn near blew off the top of his head.
He was breathing hard and sweat dripped into his eyes and he wasn’t even inside her yet. He grabbed for his faltering control. If he didn’t find a way to slow down, Grace’s first experience with her mate would be fierce and lightning fast. It wasn’t what he wanted for her, for them, but he was balanced on the razor’s edge.
He slid downward, licking and nibbling her soft skin until he found the treasure he sought. The undiluted scent of her rose to welcome him and he buried his face against her, opening her folds with one long swipe of his tongue. She made a tiny sound of shock and moved as if to close her legs against him, but his growl froze her in place. Her glistening pink flesh drew him like a magnet. With the way open to him, he dove in and feasted.
His control was hanging by a fine thread and finesse was far beyond him. He slurped and sucked at her velvet flesh, juicy and ripe as the finest peach. Her body rewarded his attention with a rain of sweet moisture and his tongue swirled to catch the sultry drops.
The taste of her completed him in ways that he could never have imagined. He couldn’t help the sounds he made any more than she could. Her soft gasps and moans drove him to even greater efforts, until she was gripping his hair fiercely and both of them were shaking with need.
“I dreamed of this,” he said and his voice was so deep it sounded inhuman. “I dreamed of your taste in my mouth and woke up hard and aching for my mate. I thought the dream felt so real, but I could not have imagined the strength of my feelings for you, my Grace.”
He took another long swirling lick while Grace twisted and gasped and rubbed against his face.
“You make me drunk with lust.”
His body had never been so rock-hard and ready for sex.
He rose on trembling arms and looked down at her body while she writhed. Her dazed eyes were on his. He loved that he had put that look on her face. He licked his wet lips and her hips tilted in an unconscious gesture of welcome.
He moved up a little, lowered his head and kissed her sweet mouth, putting every drop of his savage need into the kiss. He wanted to spend his life in her arms exploring all her sweet secret places. No woman had ever inspired such a deep hunger in him. He might not act on it right away, but he wanted his mate to recognize the wicked sexual need that had him strung out and shaking.