Rhye felt a stirring deep inside him. He’d never encountered a woman with such incredible enthusiasm. "I’m a werewolf, an alpha. There isn’t a tunnel I can’t sense." Her eyes faded. "Then why did you allow Stephen to come with us?" "Because he can sent a message to my warrior anytime." She flickered, caught off guard by his blunt and stupid confession. "Oh, yeah? Ever heard of a cell phone? Or email?" "Are you mocking my old ways, witch?" "Surely big bad alpha Rhye is not afraid of being bugged or being spied on, yeah?" "That is not my job; I am not a techie person, Leon is…I still love the old way," he said dryly, his gaze lowering to the lush temptation of her mouth. "Besides, there are a few hunters that love to bug my pack and my warrior. The old way is way better and safer." "You sound as if you have personal experience. Did some hacker babe break your heart?" she mocked. With one fluid motion, Rhye was on his feet, his features cold and unreadable. Lily couldn’t know his
“Scared, witch?” Rhye implored. “Um-” “You can get up close and emotional with anything you want, little one,” he muttered, his lips teasing at her skin. The nerve! “How dare you. Damn you!” Yanking free of his grip, Lily seethed into the dark inside of the shop, heading toward the back racks that held the luxurious designer jeans and T-shirts. What was wrong with her? Rhye was nothing more than a giant, over-smug, obnoxiously elegant pain in her ass. So why did she keep letting him get under her skin? Because she was a fool. Gritting her teeth, Lily compelled herself to resist his enormous form leaning against the doorjamb watching her every move with that too sharp watch. Hell, this was her first, and probably only, chance to certainly enjoy what most women took for granted. She’d be damned if the warden from Hades was going to wreck the moment. Flicking the hangers around the circular stand, Lily occasionally paused to pull out whatever happened to catch her eye. Any of the
Seriously? Her jaw lowered. "You’ve got to be kidding here." They strode toward the last door. "This one’s empty." Placing his hand against the door, Rhye waited until he heard the click of the bolt and pressed it open. Standing aside, he waited for Lily to tramp past him, her head high and great, her spine stiff. Closing the door, he held the paper bags toward the doubtful witch. "Don’t turn on the light until you’ve locked the privy door. We don’t want to scare the staff." She crept forward, completely skeptical of his intentions in bringing her to the motel room. "So, um-what are you going to be doing?" "Keeping defence, of course. Why? Do you have something in mind that involves me fucking you hard in the empty door?" Her jaw dropped again. His short pursuit vanished as her horrible stink went away and the strawberry vanilla scent of her wrapped around him, arousing the longing that smouldered deep inside him. The sheer idea of her stripped naked in the shower, with just a
Abruptly lifting his head, he met her stunned gaze. "Are you seriously out of your mind?" Lily glared at Rhye. "Nope!" "Then why the hell do you keep doing that?" she muttered, her cheeks flushed with a heat she couldn’t hide. Rhye growled deep in his throat. "If I knew, I would no doubt be falling on the nearest stake." The sweet devil's eyes flashed. The nerve, she thought to herself. "That can be arranged, alpha I can do-" "Kids, kids! There you are." Stomping from the cave, Stephen regarded them with a jaundiced frown, his silly wings twitching in aggravation. "I thought you’d abandoned me. Again." Rhye swallowed a snarl, resisting the urge to toss the little demon into the river below. His body might howl at the interruption, but the pea-sized part of his brain that was still functioning realized that he was allowing himself to be perilously distracted by his strange fascination with Lily. Christ, he was going to get them both killed. "Demon… Stephen, I need your help," h
RussiaThe elegant bedroom in a luxurious hotel was a decadent feast for the senses. The dark and yellow-veined marble walls reflected the glow of the priceless antique chandelier; the lacquered furniture was designed to accommodate the most adventurous sexual fantasies; even the high ceiling was painted with naughty naked women.Lying in the middle of the grand-sized bed drenched in luxurious satin and black velvet, Joseph Gosling was jerked from his fleeting pleasure by the persistent buzz of his private cell phone.His hand reached for the phone even as the young man straddled his naked body prepared to impale himself on his stiff erection."Don’t answer it," the beautiful human with short brown hair and pale brown eyes moaned, his lips trailing over his chest. "Please, my love.""Get off, human," he growled, his blue eyes glowing as the wolf inside him stirred with anger."Call them back later.""Get the hell off."With a sweep of his arm, Joseph knocked the man aside, rising from
One moment she was standing near the entrance of the cave, and the next she was flying through the air to tackle the six-foot-four, gigantic, growling werewolf. When they tumbled to the hard ground, Lily wasn’t certain who was more astonished, her or Rhye. "Witch!" Rhye grumbled as he shifted back to his human form. "Mind your words next time or you are dead…" "Um-" shocked. She gawked at him, but not without widening her eyes at their position. She did know who recovered first. She’d barely managed a smirk at the realization she’d landed on top when Rhye shifted and gave a low growl, and with one smooth motion had rolled her beneath him, his body pinning her to the hard dirt. Lily felt her breath being squeezed from her lungs. Of course, who wouldn’t suffocate with a massive man squashing them? It didn’t have anything to do with the thick hair that had loosened from its braid to tumble about them like a curtain of gold satin. Or the scent of raw power flooding her senses. Nope. N
Fifty miles away from the cavern, the high cliff overlooking the south of Canvey Island, was perfectly suited to hide a pack of renegade demons. The abandoned wooden cottage was miles from its nearest neighbour, and the thick tangle of trees deterred all but the most determined hikers. But it was not only the isolation that had lured Jasmine and her friends, feral werewolves and witches, to the remote peak. No, it was the echoing magic that lingered in the rich black earth and the power of the churning waters below. Not that she wouldn’t have preferred an elegant house, complete with acres of marble and priceless works of art. She loves anything that screams of power and riches, and being an ordinary werewolf warrior was nothing but boring. She was not, after all, like her sister, who loves to kiss the council’s ass from time to time. Jasmine was different. She had the ambition to rule the land, and if being a queen of demons was the way, who was she to pass up the opportunity? She w
"Get over yourself, dear," Francisco drawled. "You might be a demon’s wet dream, but you’re way out of your league when it comes to the new Luna of your ex-pack. I heard she was human. Every werewolf knows they accept nothing less than perfection, but Alpha Rhye mated her. Why is that?" Jasmine barely smiled. Her years as a whore had taught her that any man could be controlled. It was all a matter of uncovering the right buttons to push. "I could have the alpha on his knees if I wanted," she purred, "but men have more shortcomings beyond just an incapability to think of anything besides their cock." "And those would be?" "Overblown egos and a ravenous need to flex their testosterone." Jasmine wiggled her curls. "I set the trap, and he walks in. Bringing the sweet little luna with him." "You’re in over your head, my sweet." "Unlike you, my lord, I have a spine." "Until Rhye rips it out." Jasmine’s smile dwindled, a ferocious chill of unease inching down her still-attached spin