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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: For five years Renaud Brunet has worked for his uncle as a deputy in Xavier Parish, far away from the ballet world of New York, London, Moscow, Australia--all of it. He's also avoided feminine entanglements, in spite of a very lusty female werewolf on his tail. All his good intentions go out the window, though, when he comes home to find a woman he can't run from waiting on his porch. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to have any trouble avoiding him. Rating: Carnal. Previously published.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: September 2008

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [145 KB]
Words: 31234
Reading time: 89-124 min.

Prologue

Disgusted, twenty-six year old, Renaud Brunet looked at the woman clinging to his waist. "He promised me!" she whined and begged, looking from Renaud to Ziggy and back again. "He said I had to fuck him first or you wouldn't!"

"Is this true, Zig?" Renaud barked, furious.

Ziggy had the grace to look ashamed. "Yeah, Fido, I did. I was drunk and--Hell, I was horny. I'm sorry, man."

Renaud's lip curled. He snarled bestially at his friend and turned to the begging woman. "Take your panties off and get up there on that table!" he spat. "Spread your legs wide."

"You aren't going to touch me, Mr. Brunet?" she wheedled.

"Hell no, I ain't gonna touch you. You're a stranger and a slut. I don't touch sluts. I fuck 'em. I'm gonna fuck you and you're gonna leave. You got that?" he growled.

The woman nodded eagerly, removing her panties and laying back on the table Renaud had indicated. She spread her legs wide the way she was told to.

"Scoot to the edge, grab it, and brace your feet. I am not going to touch you," Renaud instructed.

When the woman assumed the position that Renaud had ordered, he lowered his pants and released his engorged staff. Quickly, he rolled on the condom that Ziggy handed him. Positioning the head of his cock against her entrance, he moved it up and down to see if she was ready. She was.

Bracing his hands on either side of her legs, he plunged into her. She groaned loudly. "Keep it down!" Renaud barked.

Angrily, he plunged in and out of the unknown woman while he talked to his friend, Ziggy. "This is the last time, Zig, the very last. It's time to go home, damn it!"

"Whaddaya mean, Fido?" Ziggy kept his eyes trained on the woman's face. She was moaning and squealing in ecstasy.

"I've been here five years now and I've had enough. I'm ready to go home and work for my Oncle. I'll dance there. You coming or not?" he gritted, pumping into the woman one last time in release. She'd passed out.

Ziggy nodded and handed Renaud a towel and some hand sanitizer. While his friend cleaned himself, Ziggy pulled the woman's legs down and adjusted her skirt.

As Renaud turned to storm out of the practice studio, he caught sight of a teenage girl backing away. In two strides he had her by the arm. It was his sister's protégé.

"I need to get out of here before this sweet little thing asks me for that!" he growled into her face, still talking to Ziggy.

The girl's dark brown eyes filled with tears. He could barely hear her at first as she responded. The scent of her fear settled over him like a blanket.

"I have had a big crush on you for years, Mr. Brunet, that's true." She took a deep breath, obviously trying to calm herself so she could answer him. "But I could never be intimate with a man I don't respect. I couldn't respect a man who treats any woman like that and I wouldn't want what you just did from anyone. Ever."

Renaud took her by both shoulders and looked hard into her eyes. She smelled so beautiful. He couldn't contain the groan that rumbled from his chest. He jerked her tightly against his body, fitting her soft curves to his hard, muscular frame. His mouth covered hers hungrily. Possessive and demanding, he restlessly tasted her lips as if he was searching for something.

He traced her lips with his tongue, sucking on the corners, nibbling on her lower lip, seeking entrance. Involuntarily, it seemed, she parted her lips, moaning softly as his tongue stroked into her mouth.

Keeping his movements slow and sensuous, his tongue surged forward to caress and explore the velvet recesses of her moist cavern. Once again, she moaned softly as his tongue raked against hers, entwined with it, stroked it caressingly.

"No!" he heard. Suddenly, the girl wrenched herself from him, stumbling backwards. "No!" She shook her head, still moving backward until she found the door. Flinging it open, she turned and ran.

"You're gonna want me some day, Chére! I promise you that!" he called after her. "You're gonna run back to me one day!"

Watching her run away, Renaud hoped desperately that she'd forget what she'd seen him do. He had to leave. He had to. In time, he would return and claim his mate.