[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters]
Matt Brady has come to town to rescue his sister from a crazy billionaire. Instead, he finds the woman he’s been looking for all his life: his mate, a spoiled shape-shifter who’s attacked his sister twice. But he soon learns she’s not at all what he thought.
All Leigh Kincaid-Thorne wants is a mate of her own. Her desperation has turned her into a vengeful witch. When her mate steps in after the pack’s new queen bee puts her down, she knows she’s in trouble. Not only is Matt the enforcer for his own pack, he is a Dominant male and determined to break her of her of her spoiled princess ways.
After recognizing him, all Leigh can say is, “Yes, Sir.”
A Siren Erotic Romance
Leigh watched him strip and was stunned by what his clothes hid. He was gorgeous. Long-limbed with thick, well-defined muscles, he was more than she had ever expected for her mate. She did not deserve such a man who seemed good and decent and honest. She sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Fates for presenting her with such a fine man. She looked up and down his body quickly then again more slowly. She was half afraid the wine she’d drunk earlier had distorted her vision. No one could be this well built outside of magazines, and even there the images were airbrushed. But here he stood, naked, hard, and hers for the taking. He was her very own sex god.
“Oh my,” she whispered.
Stepping closer, she lifted her hands to touch him. She had to make sure he was real and not just a figment of her sometimes overactive imagination. She traced across his broad shoulders then down thick, muscular arms. When she reached his wrists, she lifted her hands then brought them up to caress his broad chest.
The muscles and bones there were covered with an inverted triangle of soft, blond hair that went from nipple to nipple then narrowed to a point just above his navel. Dropping her hand lower, she traced the line of hair that started again below the indentation to trail down where it thickened around the base of his erect cock.
They both sucked in a breath when she traced a line up the top of his shaft from base to tip using the pad of just one finger. Matt was big all over, and his cock was in proportion with the rest of him. It was also bigger than any she’d ever seen before in real life.
“I want it,” she breathed. Wrapping one hand around the base of his thickness, she found her fingers barely met on the other side. Slowly she stroked up his long, thick length, smiling when the shaft twitched in response.
Lifting her gaze to his, she read the fire of stark hunger in his glowing blue eyes. It matched the inferno burning low in her pelvis. Though she had many questions about him, their relationship, and their future together, they all slid away until she could think of nothing but him and her and the sliver of a moon overhead.
“It’s all yours for the rest of our lives,” he responded softly, laying his hands on her shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her.
In seconds, they were kneeling on the grass next to his shirt. Their arms wrapped tight around one another’s back as their bodies came into full contact. The kiss went on and on until Leigh felt dizzy from lack of air and the overwhelming intensity of arousal.
Pulling her head back to break the kiss, she licked at his lips before saying, “I need to lie down.”
He nodded and they lay down together, his shirt protecting them from the grass. They remained wrapped together as the kissing and touching went on until they were rubbing their bodies together. Their hips arched together, the length of his shaft rubbing in the furrow of her pussy lips, brushing back and forth against her hard, knotted clit. His touch sent her closer and closer to the edge of insanity.
“Please, now,” she whimpered against his lips as she lifted her top leg and wrapped it around his hip. “I need you right now.”
He pulled back to look at her. His expression was nearly as wild as she felt. “Are you sure, little one? Once I claim you, there’s no going back. You’re mine forever.”