by Beck, Paloma
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LUSTFUL CRAVINGS
The Seven Sin Sisters 1
Paloma Beck
Erotic Romance
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LUSTFUL CRAVINGS
The Seven Sin Sisters 1
Paloma Beck
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
“Open the damn door.” Madden’s deep voice vibrated through the thin door of the Sinster sisters’ home. He pounded and it seemed as if his large fists were going to knock down Layla’s door. He probably could if he wanted to. Clearly, he was holding himself back. And if this was his restraining himself, she was in trouble.
Crap. When she and her sisters headed home from that damn bar, her sisters had sworn he hadn’t followed them, and now their neighbors were going to hear all the noise if she didn’t let him in. They were always complaining that her family was too loud for the neighborhood, but darn if it was all her fault, with her sisters running in and out at all hours.
Their house was a gift from their parents. When the sisters were all grown, their parents left to travel back to their native land and gave them this home to stay together until each went their separate way, finding a mate of their own. Though they drove each other crazy, none could imagine living apart. Layla, in particular, wasn’t looking forward to the very thing that was at her doorstep even now. She and her sisters were part of Magdalena Circle and this man at her door, this breed, was most certainly her mate.
Layla knew she should’ve stayed home like she’d planned but when Gracie had begged her to come along for a girls’ night out, she couldn’t resist her sister. Layla preferred her quiet writing time when her sisters were out, choosing to pen her manuscripts during the night. Night seemed much more appropriate for the paranormal romances she wrote.
She was pulled from her thoughts back into reality by more banging.
“Damn it, Layla. I saw your eyes,” Madden continued pounding on the door as he shouted, “I know who you are to me.” He had the good grace to lower his voice at the final words, but she felt their profound truth. He needn’t say anymore. At those words, her hands became clammy, her heartbeat accelerated and a warm sensation grew in her stomach.
She knew this feeling simply because she’d experienced nothing like it in her life – that warmth in her lower stomach, that dull ache between her legs. It was one she had managed to avoid for years but still knew instinctively. Lust. It was her soul sin. She was destined to feel lust for only one being in her lifetime and until then, she would rem
ain chaste. But when she did feel it –when she saw Madden tonight– she ran. Layla was all too aware that, as legend told it, lust that came on a night brightened by a full moon was for her mate. As a woman born into the Magdalena Circle, she was destined to mate within the Valendite breed and Layla knew beyond reasonable doubt the man outside her door was her mate.
She absolutely couldn’t believe this. Layla, the careful one, is the first to be taken. She knew –all her sisters knew– that this would happen to each of them. Their mother and aunts had explained it all, but she did not want to be the first. Damn. Out of all her sisters, she was the one who was least certain about mating. Her sisters would definitely torment her as only sisters could, teasing her that she had fallen first.
“Layla, you get two more minutes before I push this damn door in instead of acting the very gentleman I am.” Madden’s control must be stretched. There was a clear warning in his tone, and she would meet it head on. After all, it wasn’t like he was wrong. He was hot and she was horny. Lust had shown itself tonight and Layla couldn’t deny it. She wanted him. She lusted for him. Before the night was over, sure as destiny spoke, Layla would belong to Madden. But why not make it a little fun?
Layla squared her shoulders, lifted her chin and unlocked the large wooden door that gave entry into her family’s sanctum. As soon as she waved her arm, inviting Madden in, he stepped over the threshold. He placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her. Madden was enormous, larger even than he had looked in the bar, and incredibly intimidating Layla guessed his height to be a full six feet at the very least. Layla came just to his chest. She felt tiny but she remembered she was mighty–great things, small packages and all that stuff.
Her eyes scanned upwards, not meeting his glare. Ooh, she wanted to touch. But not yet. She’d just take a look. His shoulders were like a linebacker’s, broad and strong. Layla had no doubt that the muscles hiding beneath his leather jacket and oxford shirt were corded and rock hard. When he strode by to look around, she looked herself. Her hands bunched into fists holding back the urge to squeeze his ass clad in tight jeans sweetly snug in the right places. His long legs carried him across the room in just a few quick strides before he turned back to her.
“So this is the elusive Sinster House.” Madden interrupted her perusal, his deep voice seeming out of place in a house so filled by women. Layla knew her sisters were hiding in the other rooms and listening but there was no way around that. She shrugged off the thought and focused on the hottie in from of her.
“This is it. You know, once you come in, we don’t let you go,” Layla teased.
“Oh, I do believe it’s the other way around,” Madden teased right back, tilting his head to the side to look down at her through his dark lashes. His big, beautiful silver eyes sparkled and his dark hair framed his face with just enough length to tug on. He was smoldering. She needed to put out the fire.
“Drink?” Her voice came out high. Damn him. He had her nervous. Now she just needed to figure out a way to make sure it wouldn’t be so obvious.
“Oh yeah,” Madden looked at her as if she would be the drink. He leaned against the table in the foyer and crossed his arms over his chest. His strength was like an aura surrounding him. So much like her father, she knew Madden manifested breed abilities but wondered just what his unique traits were. Regardless, there would be a claiming tonight. It wouldn’t be denied.
“Easy, Madden. I think a beer first would be good,” she said but grinned at his disappointment. With the distance between them now, she noticed another large part of his anatomy and nearly dropped to her knees. It was big. No, seriously, big—bigger than anything described even in the romance novels she liked to read. Her heart was thudding, and when she swallowed, she realized she really did need a drink. Her throat was dry. She also really needed to get a hold of herself.
She heard her sisters’ giggles. They could read her thoughts–they all could read each other’s thoughts courtesy of a trait passed on from their mother. All those born into the Magdalena Circle could read the thoughts of their blood siblings. Layla had never wanted that connection to be broken until this very moment when she was faced with this delicious man and had no idea what to do with him. Well, she had ideas, but aside from the racy romance novels she greedily read, she had no real experience.
Flashes in her head of her sisters’ thoughts bombarded her. “Take him. He’s yours,” said Amelia. “You can do this, little sister,” said Sadie. “Grab what you want,” said Gemma. “Be brave. Be bold,” said Paige. “Eat him up. He’s yummy,” said Gracie. “I so wish I was you,” said Eloise.
“…beer?” Madden was asking something and she only caught the end. She shook her head, trying to push her sisters out. “So they’re all talking to you?”
Layla’s head whipped around and she looked him directly in the eyes. “How do you know?”
“Ah, this will be one of those things you get to learn about me,” he said with a cocky grin that Layla wanted to lick off his face. Crap. She meant smack, smack off his face. No, actually, she didn’t, but she wished she had. What was wrong with her? Why was this man driving her so crazy?
More giggles from her sisters. Well, one way or another, the claiming would happen–destiny and all that—and she was glad for the man given to her. With a wink over her shoulder at the sisters she knew were watching, Layla linked her fingers with Madden’s and tugged him behind her towards the library.
His hand was cooler than hers but not cold, his skin smooth but firm. As her skin tingled, she realized she could sense his emotions; gentleness inside him swirled with hunger. She swallowed when she realized she was sensing his hunger for her. Would this hurt? Why had no one told her anything?
Her sisters gathered in the foyer, Layla was sure they knew they wouldn’t be seeing anymore. Giggling from the foyer brought a blush to her face; certain Madden could hear it as well. How childish could her sisters be? She was the baby of the family, after all. She closed the door. She might not be able to stop them from listening, but she could certainly block their view. She was no exhibitionist. Layla turned her attention back to Madden who had gone ahead of her to walk around the room.
The library was her favorite room in the house. Designed as her haven, she spent hours here surrounded by the friends she found in all the books she read. It was simple for Layla to live a quiet life. Some might say she didn’t live a life at all, but that’s not how she saw it.
Completely aware of her own reluctance to mate, Layla guarded herself against any potential sensual cravings. She was all too aware when the moment came for her to find her mate and her body allowed her to feel lust for the first time, her future would belong to another. She couldn’t lust without sacrificing her soul, and until she had seen Madden tonight, she hadn’t been prepared to make that sacrifice. Even now, she still wasn’t certain.
Layla’s writing career, though unconventional for a member of the Magdalena Circle, fit her perfectly. Alone in this room, she created the most amazing adventures, the most wonderful romances and worlds people typically called fantasy. Only Layla knew better. She wrote of the world she lived in. Now, most certainly, her stories would take on a different flair.
“Your scent is all over this room. I don’t smell the others so strongly here,” Madden looked as if he was trying to solve a puzzle.
“This room was designed for me. We each have our favorites and this is mine. It’s my office.” She smiled at the thought of him already knowing her scent. Her mother used to tell stories of her father being able to discern her in a room filled with women by her scent alone. She craved that kind of love. She was ready to have her mate but so terrified of the unknown. Why hadn’t she taken more care to learn the history as her mother had tried to teach?
“Ah, you like to read,” he smiled down at her.
“Yes. And I write,” Layla paused for his reaction but seeing nothing more than a nod, she asked, “Do you like to read?”
“Ye
s,” Madden answered as he looked along some of her shelves, “but unmistakably you and I do not read the same things.” He was holding one of Layla’s books with a scantily dressed cowboy on the front, clearly teasing her. His smirk brought light to his pale face and made her laugh aloud. Delight showed in Madden’s silver eyes as he watched her. They flashed green as she looked away. Layla’s heart thundered for a brief second before she regained her composure. She was not going to let Madden control this mating. Who was stronger would be determined tonight.
She walked over to the wet bar she had installed for her convenience and grabbed two bottles of beer. She handed one to him and sat in the chair closest to the fireplace. “How old are you?” Layla asked him.
“Is it important?” Still perusing her bookshelves, Madden didn’t bother to turn to her as he answered. However, when she didn’t answer him, he turned to her.
“To me, it is. I want to know everything about you,” Layla acknowledged, hoping to lure him in to answering her questions.
“I’d prefer not to sit in an interrogation.”
“And I’d prefer not to be mated with a man I don’t know just because I lusted after him. Guess neither of us is going to be happy tonight.” She scrunched up her nose in a way only her father thought was endearing, but Madden didn’t even blink as he walked closer to her. He chuckled once and leaned down to stroke his finger along her nose.
“Not going to work, Layla Love.” He laughed again as she just stared up at him. How’d he know? And why exactly didn’t it work? Would none of her powers work on him? Crap. She never did see her mother use magic on her father. He shook his head and smiled.
