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by S. K. Yule
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: Melony is astonished when she learns that she is a destined mate to a lycan. But once the mind blowing news wears off, she finds the opportunity to have a family once again appealing. Lorent, a newly reformed rogue, has learned about ancient lycan laws, and hopes to help save his dying race. Yet haunting memories from his monumental past are making it difficult for him to forgive himself. Once Lorent meets Melony, he is torn between claiming the mesmerizing woman as his mate and denying the inevitable to save her from being tied to him forever. Warning: Intense, dominant lycan male + compelling, extraordinary beauty make for an earth shaking and awe-inspiring ride. Buckle up before jumping on this sensational roller coaster read.
eBook Publisher: Amira Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
8 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [254 KB]
Reading time: 168-235 min.
Lorent sniffed the air, clenched his fists, and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. Melony took a couple steps closer to him, and he backed away from her until the back of his knees hit the table behind him. Her eyes widened. Oh my God. Can he read my thoughts? Heat flooded her cheeks, and she knew she was blushing like a schoolgirl who'd just gotten caught smoking in the bathroom.
Part of her wanted to turn and run away in embarrassment, but the bold part of her, the most dominant part, wanted to see just how much he was sensing about her. She smiled at him before nonchalantly plopping into a chair right in front of him.
"Something wrong?" She cocked one brow up in question and watched him intently. If he could somehow read her thoughts, why should she be embarrassed? He shouldn't be traipsing around in her thoughts anyway.
"Um, no." Lorent's words were quiet.
All or nothing. "Can you tell what I'm thinking?" She widened her smile.
"Wh-What do you mean?" He sank down on the tabletop.
"Hmm. I don't know. Just seems from the expression on your face that you were somehow privy to my thoughts. Did you know what I was thinking just now?" She stood and stepped closer to him.
His breathing grew faster, similar to panting, and she was sure beyond a reasonable doubt that at that very moment, he was as drawn to her as she'd ever been to him. The knowledge excited her, made her want to push him further, even though a part of her chastised herself for teasing the both of them, for possibly leading them to something that might cause them pain. But oh, wouldn't the pleasure they could give one another be worth a bit of pain?
She danced her fingers up his chest, and his eyes glowed. "I guess you're feeling some strong emotions, huh?"
"Your eyes are glowing."
When he went to stand up, she placed her palm flat against his chest and gently shoved him back down on the table. He gasped in surprise, and his eyes glowed brighter. It was a breathtaking view, one that would probably scare the bejesus out of most people. Her? It only made her burn hotter for his mouth, for the predator that looked ready to pounce on her.
"Melony." He groaned when she leaned closer to him.
"You can tell how I'm feeling, can't you? Tell me. I need to know." Her breathing was nearly as erratic as his now.
"Yes! Yes, I can tell you are, um, excited."
"I can smell you."
Then it hit her in one huge, embarrassing wave. Holy hell. He could smell her excitement? She thought maybe he was picking up on her thoughts somehow, but smelling her was a whole other ball game. She tried to pull away from him, but his hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, effectively tumbling her against his chest and holding her prisoner at the same time. He was scorching hot. The heat of his skin burned through their clothes and soaked into her. It was a similar feeling to lying out in the hot sun, but not uncomfortable, not a hotness that demanded a spray bottle of water for intermittent cooldowns.
No. His hotness bled out of him and surrounded her, comforted her, made her feel safe, made her body achy and needy for more of his touch.
"Don't be embarrassed, Melony. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but you did ask." His breath danced across her cheek with each word.
"I just didn't realize that, that . . ." She chewed her bottom lip and looked down at the floor.
He lifted his other hand, slid two fingers under her chin, and gave a gentle nudge until she looked back up at him.
"Don't ever be embarrassed with me. Your feelings are honest. They never lie, and there is no need to be ashamed of them."
"But it is embarrassing when you know how I'm feeling, but I have no idea how you are feeling."
"You really can't tell how I'm feeling?" He smiled and leaned a bit closer.
She glimpsed down and realized he had an erection. Yep. I guess that explains a bit about how he's feeling.
"Um, well, I don't--"
Before she could finish the sentence, his lips brushed against hers. She closed her eyes and prayed he'd kiss her properly, craved a taste of him, and he didn't disappoint her. A low growl rumbled from his chest before his mouth slanted over hers and his tongue slid out to dance along her bottom lip.