by Anne Marsh
“For thieving,” he said gently, paddling her all the harder. Orgasm coiled inside her, building. “I would not want you to forget. And,” he added, his voice a low, dark whisper promising unspeakable pleasures, “because your ass is mine and I would not want you to forget that, either.”
“Is this what mates do?” Gods, she could not hold back the pleasure. It rippled through her in long, hot waves.
“Yes.” He smoothed the cheek of her ass, pressing a small kiss against the rosy flesh. “They do this, and whatever else they can think of.”
“An adventure.” She rolled over and pulled his head down to hers. “You’re living with pirates, after all, Mkhai.”
He tested the word. “Pirate.” The word no longer seemed so alien.
“Yes. Stealing females, breaking hearts.” She stared up at him hopefully and then wriggled, offering him a tantalizing glimpse of her pink, glistening sex.
“Plundering and pillaging,” he offered. She raised one leg to his shoulder and let her legs fall apart. He gasped, unable to bite back the sound. Gods above, he wanted her.
“Yes,” Bennu agreed, “starting with the mate you’ve carried off from beneath Pharon’s nose. What price do you think such a theft might merit.”
“A very high one indeed,” he agreed solemnly and then proceeded to show her exactly what mercy a pirate—and a thief—might expect at the hands of her mate.
The Hunt
No matter how they try to flee, the virgins who enter the twisting tunnels of the Guardians are destined to be caught. Actually, most don’t try too hard. The stories of warriors who can take on Cat form, of lovers who can make a woman scream with pleasure, are just too enticing.
But Miu is no virgin, and she’s joined the Hunt with her own agenda. After she steals the moonstone necklace she’s been sent for, she has no intention of becoming some Cat’s tasty morsel. Too late she discovers these kitties have some deliciously kinky habits, and the dark hunter on her trail isn’t about to let impudent thievery go without punishment of the most exquisite kind.
And… if you enjoy THE HUNT’s kinky cats, wait until you see what the Cajun werewolves get up to….
Tempted by the Pack – Excerpt
“Caught you,” he growled in her ear.
“Let you,” she growled right back.
Rafer turned her around to face his unmated Pack members and asked her the question they all wanted to know the answer to. “Who do you choose? Pick one.”
“Hell, pick us all,” Dag drawled.
Pick one.
Lark leaned back, savoring the masculine heat pressed up against her. She hadn’t had a lover in years, so maybe this feverish need was her subconscious’s desperate S.O.S. Because, God, the Breaux brothers were hot. The reality was so much better than the rumors she'd heard. These men focused on her looked hungry.
And Rafer Breaux had his hands on her. Finally.
“You got fantasies, chère.” Rafer’s words were no question.
She let her head hit his shoulder, looking up at him. “Guess you weren’t kidding.”
“I warned you. We need you,” he said, his voice low and harsh as he bent his head to her ear again. Like a lover whispering compliments, except she couldn’t imagine him doing the pretty. He was too straightforward. Too blunt. She liked that. Rafer Breaux wouldn’t lie to her.
His thumb stroked over the pulse in her wrist, and she wrapped her free hand around his. When she tugged, he didn’t let go.
Around them, the other men moved closer. Watching. “This feels good.” Rafer sounded confident. Certain. Suddenly, putting herself in his hands seemed like an excellent idea. “You wan’ to try us all?” He made the suggestion like he was holding her plate at a buffet, waiting for her to point and choose. “You can. No worries.”
She shook her head. There were some places she wasn’t going tonight, no matter how strange the bayou bred them. “I don’t know your brothers,” she protested.
Amusement colored his words. “You want introductions? You and I, we know each other.” He made that brief acquaintance of theirs sound intimate. He gestured one of the other men forward. “This here is Dag. The twins, Dre and Landry. And over there are Luc and Jackson. These are my famille.”
Dag wasn’t as tough and mean-looking as the man currently pinning her wrists to her side—and she hadn’t overlooked how he held her in place and showed no signs of letting go—but he was still plenty rough around the edges. His short, dark hair was cropped close to his head, drawing her attention to his bronzed skin and the hard lines of his face. He was no playful, laughing lover—and yet the hungry look in his eyes tugged at her.
“Don’ you want to play with us?” Dag pulled her hand away from Rafer, pressing his mouth against her palm. His tongue tasted her, and she felt an answering spasm deep in her womb. His eyes flared as if he knew about that secret arousal. “Lark Andrews.” He crooned her name like it was a secret code he’d just unraveled. Part of her knew she should have been concerned. She hadn’t given him her name, and yet he knew her.
“I don’t do this kind of thing.”
“But you could.” Rafer eyed her steadily. “If you wanted to. There’s nothin’ wrong with a little touchin’. A little pleasure. And we could give you a lot of pleasure, chère. Bring those fantasies of yours to life.”
She stared down at the male forearm holding her so close, impossibly tempted.
Dag smiled slowly. “We’ll make it good. We’ll be just the littlest bit naughty.”
There was no misunderstanding the sensual hunger on his face, filling his eyes—or the answering chord that hunger plucked deep inside her. She’d been so very, very lonely. Yes, she decided, relaxing her body against the man who held her. Rafer. He smelled delicious, so for one long moment she stretched against him.
He was hard and erect, but when she moved, he froze. As if he was afraid he’d frighten her, when all she wanted to do was reach around and wrap her fingers around him. Explore every delicious inch of him.
Rafer was a fantasy man, and damned if she didn’t deserve a taste of something sweet. It was night, she was lonely and out here in the dark of the Louisiana headlands, the bayou’s black magic surged and pulled at her. There had to be a reason—other than the blue moon—why she wanted a wolf pack and one hell of a sexual game, but right now all she wanted was sex with Rafer Breaux. Her desire was a secret, pounding heartbeat between her legs.
“Yes,” she said. The erection tucked against her ass surged, grew longer. She wriggled, testing to see what he would do. What he would let her do.
Anything, apparently, because the hands on her hips tilted her, positioned her for the hard, sure stroke parting her ass through the worn denim of her jeans.
“Bien,” Luc rasped. “We take her home with us.”
She didn’t protest as Rafer swung her up into his arms and carried her to the waiting boat. He was taking her somewhere she wanted to go. The Breaux brothers ran their boat up the bayou, gunning the motor over the night-black waterways in an exhilarating ride. Rafer cradled her on his lap, wrapped her tight in his arms, but that was all. He didn’t touch her further. Damn him, he made her wait, and that deliciously unfamiliar erotic tension built again, part anticipation and part fantasy.
An alligator hit the water with a gunshot-sharp splash off the starboard side, and she squirmed on his lap.
His cock pressed back at her behind the sun-faded cargo pants.
She wanted.
Wanted the man holding her to lower her to his bed, take her hard and fast. Or slow. She’d never been so aware of her own arousal. Of the heated fantasies in her head. Rafer was solid and large, the feel of him feeding the need building inside her.
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Heated romance. Hot heroes. Happily ev
er after. I’m the nationally best-selling author of paranormal and contemporary romance. My books have been named finalists twice for the Readers Crown.
I’m a Northern California transplant from snowy Vermont who loves good books, Cheetos and working in the garden. Find more information about my books (including excerpts) at: www.anne-marsh.com or on my Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Anne-Marsh/225897900782649. Or, come tweet with me at https://twitter.com/anne_marsh.
Booklist
Blue Moon Brides
TEMPTED BY THE PACK (Blue Moon Brides, Book 1)
PLEASURED BY THE PACK (Blue Moon Brides, Book 2)
CLAIMED BY THE PACK (Blue Moon Brides, Book 3)
The Fallen
BOND WITH ME (Fallen, Book 1)
HIS DARK BOND (Fallen, Book 2)
SAVAGE BOND (Fallen, Book 3)
Standalone Titles
ONE HOT COWBOY
THE HUNT
VIKING’S ORDERS
Smoke Jumpers
BURNING UP (Smoke Jumpers, Book 1)
SLOW BURN (Smoke Jumpers, Book 2)
BURNS SO BAD (Smoke Jumpers, Book 3)
The Hotshots
REBURN (The Hotshots, 1)
HOT ZONE (The Hotshots, 2)
FIRED UP (The Hotshots, 3)
