The Hidden Hybrid’s Redemption
His dark, heavy scent of cedar, copper, and raw sexual dominance flared so intensely it completely drowned out the rotten-egg stench of the sulfur tides.
"They are hitting the Sinking Shelf, Lyra," Killian growled, his deep, chest-vibrating voice cutting through the howling wind.
He didn't look at me, but his massive hand slid violently around my waist, his thick fingers digging deep into the wet leather of my trousers to drag my hips flush against his iron flank, pinning me to his heavy frame with a brutal, possessive force that stole the air from my lungs. His hot breath scorched my wet neck, his fangs grazing the raw purple mark on my throat. "The deep-sea hybrids are trying to reach the