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You tried this before, Sorin. Such things are not for you.
Fool.
Idiot.
Weak.
His accusing thoughts infuriated. Reaching for her bound arms, he took hold of the ropes. Not even his condescending inner voice could stop his actions. Sorin held her gaze steady, stating so she couldn’t mistake his claim, “You are mine.”
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Dance of Souls (A Ghost Cats Story) by Mandy M. Roth
Some dances are downright deadly.
Mason Blackwolf doesn’t want much out of life. He’s easy going. He’s alpha of his pack of werewolves, best friends with a shape shifting cougar and the great-grandson of a powerful Native American Shaman. A normal day for him consists of dealing with inter-pack politics, seducing beautiful women and then, if he’s lucky, relaxing and not thinking about much beyond that. When it becomes clear his grandfather has sent him on a wild goose chase, Mason stops at a roadside bar for a beer. He gets more than he’s bargained for when a tall, sexy blonde enters the establishment. She catches not only his eye but the wolf’s attention as well. She’s also off limits. In a big way. To Mason, it’s simply another layer that adds to her appeal. She’s a temptation he doesn’t want to resist and if he has his way, she’ll be thoroughly claimed before the night is out.
Dance of Souls Excerpt
Mason stared at Chandra, still unable to believe that he’d not only helped her grandfather get her home but had volunteered to take care of her. He didn’t even trust himself to be alone with her, how the old man had was a mystery to him. Now, as he soaked in the sight of her standing before him, one pink nipple showing from behind the slipping garment in her arms and her tiny panties hiding what he’d already seen, a mound with a thin strip of hair on it, he knew he should have run as fast as he could.
She was a temptress to the tenth degree and as much as he swore to himself that he wouldn’t touch her, wouldn’t risk becoming attached, he found himself reaching out for her. When he’d first heard her enter the bathroom he wasn’t sure what to do. Any other woman, he’d have instantly tried to work his ‘get laid’ magik on them. This one was different. Something about Chandra made his pickup lines, smooth moves and whatever else Lily, his best friend’s wife used to describe as his repertoire, seem pointless. Almost embarrassing.
The moment Chandra expressed concern for him, fearing he might have fallen victim to the prejudiced acting head of the pard, Ferran, his heart had melted. He was left no choice but to touch her. The need was even greater now that he’d seen the hungry way she’d looked at him.
“I thought they....Oh, gods, you’re okay.” Chandra cupped her mouth, leaving the t-shirt that had been at least partially covering her breasts, slipping more.
Mason took hold of her hand and put his against his chest. Heat flared between them instantly as their powers recognized one another. Never before had he dared to dream he’d meet a woman who would understand the call of the dead. It was something that had been passed down through the generations and even though his mother had not been Native American or a shifter, he’d managed to get the gene and the gifts from his father.
To have someone to share them with, to discuss things and who wouldn’t think he was crazy when the spirits came to talk with him was a dream come true. To find out that person was also his mate was something Mason had never expected.
My mate?
He’d spent the entire night guarding Chandra, worried that the dark spirits or the pard would come calling again. Thoughts of her being his mate had plagued him. He wasn’t looking for a wife. He wasn’t looking for anything beyond a one-night stand, a quick ‘pickle tickle’ and a good time. Chandra wasn’t someone he planned on but he now understood the pull to come to the bar. It had been her. She’d unknowingly summoned him, no doubt with the dance she had half-heartedly done. Running Elk, his great-grandfather and Shaman for his pack, was always teaching it to the females. It looked as though some other man had done the same thing for Chandra.
Running Elk would love knowing the dance had worked. He’d most likely never let Mason live it down.
The old ways are sacred and shrouded in mystery for a reason. His great-grandfather’s voice echoed in his head.
Mason smiled. Yeah, the ways were a mystery for the sole purpose of confusing the hell out of his senses and leaving him wanting to not only bed the beauty before him but to pledge his life to her—for her.
Chandra ran her hand down his chest, causing his breathing to grow shallow. He needed her. His cock ached to be in her and his body burned to be allowed to simply sample her skin. But, she’d been through a horrible ordeal and his intent, for the first time in his long life, was to do the right thing. See to it she was safe. Mason had already done that. Chandra was safe now. He knew he should leave.
Just walk away and make it easy on all parties involved.
Put one foot in front of the other.
Do it.
Take a step.
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