4 STARS: "This was a fast paced, lively read with interesting characters, a well-crafted plot, and an emotional connection. When Glenna Harrison stumbled across the farm of shape-shifters, she had a hard time believing what they told her. In spite of her doubts, she is attracted to the two alphas of the group, Leland Moran and Joe Diablo. The attraction is mutual, but the past has taught the two that a relationship with a human woman threatens the entire pack. Glenna realizes her relationship is going nowhere and leaves, no one knowing she was pregnant. When Leland and Joe discover the truth about their past, they go after their mate. But can they overcome her distrust of them, and even more, keep her safe from the threats that loom around her? This was a thoroughly enjoyable read for anyone willing to suspend reality for a time and revel in a well-written book." -- Shadow, Guilty Pleasure Book Reviews
Their grim expressions sent a chill down her spine and a surge of panic racing through her—one that had her turning and her feet moving before she even made the conscious decision to run.
“What the hell?”
The shocked outrage in the deep voice didn’t disguise the angry growl layered beneath it, one that had her feet moving even faster.
However, she’d worn the wrong shoes for running.
“No!” She tried to put on a burst of speed, but didn’t take more than two steps before what felt like a band of steel came around her waist, yanking her from her feet, out of her shoes, and against a hard chest.
“No! Let go of me.” Scared that she couldn’t budge his arm at all, and that her kicks didn’t seem to make the least bit of difference, Glenna struggled harder, terror gripping her by the throat. She didn’t even know why she feared them, but instinct had her fighting in a desperate attempt to get away.
“Calm down, you wildcat! If I put you down, you’re going to burn your feet.”
Startled by his harsh tone, and struck by his size and strength, Glenna sucked in another breath, her gaze flying to the other man who stepped in front of her, blocking her escape.
He removed his sunglasses, revealing dark, chocolaty eyes filled with concern. “Calm down, honey. We’re not going to hurt you. We saw what happened and want to help.”
Sucking in another breath, she fought the impact of his sharp gaze.
Stiffening, she pushed at the arm around her waist again, struggling to keep the terror from her voice. “No, thank you. I can fix it. Just go. Please. Put me down.” She didn’t dare look over her shoulder, not wanting to have her face so close to the man holding her.
“You’re not wearing shoes. I’ll carry you back to the truck and Joe can check you over while I change the tire.” The deep voice of the man holding her carried the unmistakable power and authority of a man used to being obeyed.
Startled when the man referred to as Joe reached out a hand toward her, she struggled again, leaning back as far as she could to avoid his touch, inadvertently pressing her head back against a massive shoulder. “I don’t need to be checked over. I’m not hurt. No. Don’t touch me!”
“Calm down.” Frowning, Joe ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Your lip’s bleeding, honey. You must have bitten it when you hit that hole. Jolted pretty good, weren’t you?”
Wiping his thumb on his jeans, he frowned down at her, the concern and male interest in his dark eyes surprisingly calming. “Are you sure you’re not hurt anywhere else?”
“No.” She drew a shaky breath, trembling at the presence of such masculinity. “I mean, yes. I’m sure.” The tingling sensation left behind had her touching her tongue to her bottom lip to relieve it.
His dark, glittering eyes narrowed, following the movement. “Take her to the truck while I get the first aid kit.”
Without a word, the man holding her turned and headed back toward their truck, his long strides eating up the ground. Without a break in his stride, he adjusted his hold on her, shifting her against him, and with a strong arm at her back and one beneath her legs, lifted her in his arms and held her securely against his wide chest.
Startled by his sudden move, she grabbed at him, wrapping an arm around his neck with a cry.
Scowling down at her, he made a sound deep in his throat, one that sounded suspiciously like a growl. “I won’t drop you for God’s sake. Hell, you don’t weigh anything.”
He looked even more intimidating up close, his shoulder-length hair and grim expression giving him a feral look that just screamed danger.
His rugged, masculine features appeared to have been carved in stone, hard and uncompromising, but his hands were gentle as he opened the truck door and settled her inside. Whipping off his sunglasses, he tossed them into the passenger seat, revealing eyes so dark they appeared black. “Stay put.”
The glitter in his eyes promised retribution if she defied him, a retribution she didn’t even want to think about. He held out his hand, his expression becoming even colder when she jolted. “Give me your keys.”
Feeling a little foolish, she held them out, inwardly cursing that her hand trembled. Swallowing heavily, she attempted a smile as she dropped them into his large, outstretched hand, careful to avoid touching him. “Thank you. I’m not sure if the jack’s going to hold on the soft ground.”
He replied with a dark look and a grunt, turning and walking away without a backward glance.
Joe approached from her left, carrying a first aid kit. “Let me get a good look at you. Like my friend said, my name is Joe. Joe Diablo.”
Glenna blinked. “Joe Devil?” It fit him like a glove. Gorgeous. Charming. Dangerous.
Grinning, he winked. “I’ve been called a devil once or twice.” He gestured toward her car, where the other man worked at getting her spare from the trunk. “That’s Leland. Leland Moran.”
Glenna swallowed heavily, keeping one eye on the other man as Joe opened the kit. “Your friend seems a little intense.”
“That he is, but you have no need to fear him.” Smiling again, he reached into the box of supplies. “I promise. He wouldn’t hurt you.” He produced a package of cotton swabs, and drawing two out, he started to clean her bottom lip. “Be still.”
Wincing at the slight sting, she found her gaze drawn to his chest, covered by only a cotton T-shirt, marveling at the play of muscle from each graceful movement. “I’m really sorry about the way I acted before. I usually don’t run when someone stops to help me, but you have to admit, you’re both a little intimidating.”
Leland groaned again, tightening his grip on her wrists as he rolled her to her belly. “Get me the fucking lube.”
Glenna’s breath caught, the excitement unbearable. “Oh, God. Leland.” Her pussy and bottom clenched in reaction, the warm tingling at both openings sending her into another world—a world of pleasure that she’d first visited the night before.
“Hold on to her while I get undressed.” The animalistic growl in his voice vibrated over her skin with a decadence that made her shiver.
Joe’s grip on her wrists replaced Leland’s, his lips at her neck while he slid a hand down her back. “My pleasure.” Breathing in deeply, he groaned. “Delicious.”
His hand paused on her bottom, his fingers moving lightly over it. “Do you know what seeing you this way is doing to me? Naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Aroused. My wildest fantasy come to life.”
Leland pushed her thighs apart, making a place for himself between them. Reaching above her, he took one of the pillows, and with a strength that never failed to excite her, he lifted her hips and pushed it under them.
With her ass raised in the air, Glenna turned toward Joe, eager to touch him. “Oh, God.” Expecting him to plunge a finger into her, she braced herself, sucking in a breath at the feel of Leland’s warm lips moving over her ass.
Fisting a hand in her hair, Joe leaned close. “So fucking beautiful.”
Glenna’s toes curled as Leland’s hands closed on her hips, holding her steady as she writhed beneath him. “No. Oh, God. Leland, what are you doing?”
He parted her thighs wider, the feel of his tongue running up and down the crack of her ass making her toes curl.
Joe groaned, caressing the outer curve of her breast. “So fucking passionate. Look how she’s lifting that ass up for more.”
Lifting his head slightly, Leland scraped his teeth over her bottom cheek, the erotic threat sending another rush of heat through her. “Yes. Very nice.” Parting her ass cheeks wider, he teased her bottom hole with his hot tongue.
Shivers of shocked delight went through her, every slide of his tongue awakening nerve endings and creating a shocking hunger there.
She wanted more, and moaning at the indescribable pleasure, she lifted into his touch. “Leland. Oh, God. I can’t believe how that feels. I can’t believe you’re d–doing that.”
Releasing her hands, Joe braced himself on his elbow, keeping his hand fisted in her hair, while sliding the other slowly up and down her back. “She’s blushing.” His eyes sparkled with indulgence and desire as he divided his attention between watching her face and what Leland did to her. “There’s no reason to be shy, baby. We’re your lovers. I know this is all new to you, but playing and exploring is part of that.”
Lowering his head, he smiled, a smile part warmth and part evil intent. “And Leland and I are getting a great deal of pleasure out of exploring you.”
Scraping his teeth over her other bottom cheek, Leland ran his thumb down the crease of her ass, pausing at her puckered opening. “A great deal of pleasure.” Lifting his head, he positioned her higher, sliding his powerful thighs under hers. “I’m barely touching her and she’s already aroused.”
Crying out at the feel of his fingers between her thighs, she tried to close her legs, a moan escaping when he chuckled.
“Her thighs are already slick, and she’s trying to close her legs.” Running a hand down her back and to her bottom again, he parted her cheeks and moved his thumb back and forth over her bottom hole. “You don’t really think I’m going to let you do that, do you? Do you really want me to stop?”
Glenna bucked her hips as he applied pressure, the awareness and hunger he’d created there driving her insane. “No. Please, no. Do it! Oh, God. It tingles there.” She wanted him to push harder. She needed to feel his finger inside her. She’d never known that she could feel such a dark hunger.
Fisting her hands beneath the pillow, she threw her head back with a gasp as a cold finger touched her puckered opening. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” The tingling grew hotter, a stark contrast to the cold lube.
Joe’s hand firmed on her back. “Easy, baby.” Bending, he touched his lips to her shoulders while sliding a hand under her to caress her breast. “You’re gonna love this. Leland’s going to go nice and slow. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
The apprehension at having her bottom breached didn’t stand a chance against the burning hunger to be filled there. Her inner walls tingled with the need for friction. Her clit felt so swollen that it ached, and her pussy and ass kept clenching, the nerve endings in both openings quivering for attention.
Crying out again when Leland pressed harder, she kicked her legs, throwing her head back farther to give Joe better access to her nipples. “Please. Do something. I can’t stand it. Oh, God. Yes. Oh, God.”
The tight ring of muscle gave way under the firm pressure of Leland’s finger, allowing him to enter her most private opening.
Chills raced up and down her spine at the erotic and very foreign sensation of having her bottom impaled. Shaking uncontrollably, she let out a wild moan, her toes curling with the effort it took to remain still.
“It’s in there. Oh, God. It feels so intimate. So wicked. Oh, God.”
Leland pressed his finger deeper. “Yes, it is, and it’s about to get a whole lot more intimate.”