Skylar’s heart began to slow, syncing its beats to his heart. He guessed the shock of all this might never wear off.
You might have faced a demon, Skylar, but I’m not going to let you face the future alone.
Her life had taken a strange turn, as his had. He understood about this. He knew.
There are no more secrets. You don’t have to be afraid.
“I’m going below to search the valley,” Jenna said. “Just to be sure. To ease my mind.” She glanced over the ledge. “I’ll meet you at the cabin, where I hope there’ll be a stiff drink waiting. These Colorado nights are too damn cold.”
Gavin closed the distance to Skylar, reached out to her and held tightly to his half human, half something else lover.
She allowed him to carry her, probably because she was shaky and emotionally depleted. But both of them knew she didn’t really need this kind of treatment, so it made having her in his arms feel even more special.
Back under the cover of the trees, Gavin set her down. He willed himself back to a form more conducive to sharing with her the depths of his love for her. And whether he was human or werewolf, most of those things bordered on being X-rated.
They both needed to vent some emotional steam.
Pressing her to the tree with his partially bare body, he realized that talking wasn’t necessary after all. Having Skylar all to himself, body, mind and soul, was. Selfishly, unabashedly, he craved her full attention.
He wanted her to know how much he cared, and that he would always be there for her. With her.
His mouth hovered over hers, seeking the perfect place to land, waiting to see if she could even respond. His hands covered hers, linking their fingers in a lover’s knot. Will you go for this, my love? Do I have the right to demand anything right now? So soon?
His hips ground against hers suggestively, in an unconscious gesture. He’d thought he might lose her. God, if he had…
He couldn’t stall his longing to possess her. Nothing that had happened tonight had dulled that desire.
He anxiously waited for her to make a move with his heart dancing inside his chest. Finally, Skylar’s lips parted. Her mouth met his with a breath that was blissfully hot and slightly salty from the tears she’d shed.
He accepted that kiss, relished it with relief and a raging hunger. When that wasn’t enough to assuage his beastly cravings, his hand moved to her zipper, her hand moved to his, and the jeans came down.
Long legs—the first thing he’d noticed about Skylar—wrapped around him, bringing her damp, fiery heat too damn near to his aching erection. She wanted this as much as he did. She needed this, too.
“Foreplay,” he muttered. His fevered lips devoured hers as his hands lifted to settle her into place. “I swore to you that we’d have some.”
“First thing you have to know about demons,” she whispered back, sliding down over him and pausing to utter a throaty curse as he helped her along, “is that we don’t understand that word.”
Skylar was willing herself to move on, for now, and using him to do it. Gavin was all for that.
With tears still shining in her eyes and her body needing an outlet for pent-up emotion, Gavin stroked her, each movement reaching her core, where her wolf, or whatever the hell had taken up residence there, accepted him willingly.
Hearing Skylar’s throaty cry was like a release. He felt the internal quakes that rocked her, and he moved inside her blistering heat like the madman he was, wanting all of her and vowing to take care of the little wolf demon in his arms for as long as that infernal imprinting thing lasted…plus a hundred years.
And then, when she cried out, he joined her in one long, satisfied exhaled breath. Filled with the hope and promise of finding peace for the first time in a very long while and a bright new future with the woman in his arms, Gavin closed his eyes and whispered Skylar’s name.
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Sentinels: Leopard Enchanted
by Doranna Durgin
Prologue
Ana Dikau saw him before anyone else did.
The rest of the Atrum Core team crouched behind a camo blind in the pines uphill of the narrow, rocky trail, watching the camera feeds on a laptop encased in a rugged military shell. The wireless cameras pointed down along the trail, one of the less popular tracts of New Mexico’s high, looming Sangre de Cristo mountains.
But Ana watched the trail itself, and she saw Ian Scott first—a shock of bright silvered hair, long and spiky and pretty much unreal in the perfection of its fall across his forehead. Crazy lean features and cheekbones to match his jaw, a rangy body to match his face, and a way of moving that made her feel quiet and small and very much like prey—a flush of warmth and awareness.
Then again, she had practice at feeling like prey. And she was far too aware of this man’s Sentinel nature. The fact that he was so much more than human.
Snow leopard.
Walking into an Atrum Core trap.
Not to capture him—they knew better than that. There were far too many strictures between the Core septs prince and the Sentinel consul, between their factions as a whole. Direct action meant trouble. Even indirect action such as that they were about to undertake…
It was risky.
So they were hedging their bets. Filming this staged encounter to justify their need for action.
Ana’s new assignment.
She’d long begged for this opportunity, a mission that would prove her worthy of more than her usual personal assistant work for Hollender Lerche, her supervisor since she’d been transferred to active Core duty at the tender age of thirteen.
Ian Scott bounded a few effortless steps uphill to clear a scattering of hard-edged rocks embedded in the trail, and she drew a deep, sharp breath—holding it, all unaware, until her lungs ached. He was beautiful in an uncivilized way, muscle and lean form perfectly evident under a casual shirt and the dark gray cargo pants riding low on his hips, shaping the strong curve of his bottom.
He was the enemy.
The team leader murmured into his field mike, “You’re on.” She didn’t know his name. It didn’t matter; she hadn’t expected the courtesy of an introduction. All that mattered was what came next.
The mountain lion, barely caged just down the trail from their position.
The animal had been caged for days, starved and prodded into a frenzy. The hiker was one of their own, a man familiar to Ana who was working off a disgraceful failure—and he was already scented with blood and mountain lion urine.
Ana wasn’t sure he knew it, though.
The mountain lion knew.
Freed, the beast didn’t hesitate. It charged onto the trail in a snarling blur of tawny motion, claws already reaching to bat the man down.
The big cat screamed and the man screamed with it—a bloodcurdling thing with all the authenticity the team could have wanted. Convincing, because the man hadn’t known these details of his work.
“Here we go,” murmured the team leader. “Watch the bastard.”
Ana watched, all right. Scott didn’t hesitate. He sprinted forward as man, all coiled strength and energy, and then leaped—a dive, as if he intended to take cover in the scrub of the pine-shaded mountainside.
Instead he dove into a blinding roil of lightning and sharded energy, and when he emerged from the thick of it he landed on the two massive front paws of a snow leopard. Lush white fur splashed with black spots, staggering blue eyes, a thick length of tail—Ana held her breath again. He leaped forward almost before he’d fully found his feet in that form—smaller than the mountain lion but never hesitating.
Ana’s handlers had said that the Sentinels looked for any excuse to unleash their violent natures.
He blindsided the mountain lion, latching on with claws and teeth so the two animals rolled off the hiker and right down the steep slope, spitting and snarling and breaking brush along the way. Fierce growls rose from below, and the mountain lion’s angry scream split the air.
Ana strained forward as if she’d be able to see; the team leader’s hand closed around her arm in a harsh and warning grip. She wanted to tell him she wasn’t so stupid as to risk their cover, but she bit her lip and kept her words inside. She couldn’t afford to be blamed for anything that went wrong, even an errant whisper—no matter that this man had already broken their silence.
The hiker rolled to his feet, stunned and unsteady—and marked with fresh blood, but remarkably unharmed in the wake of Scott’s swift reaction. He staggered on up the trail to rendezvous with the other half of the Core team, where they’d dig in out of sight until Ian Scott had moved on, protected with the same silent amulets that hid this camo blind.
The conflict below broke away into a few hissing spits, and then the sound of running retreat—and the quieter sounds of one of the animals returning, his footfalls more deliberate and almost silent. Ana watched the trail, waiting to see which of the big cats would emerge.
Not that there was any doubt. The mountain lion had been weakened, and Ian Scott was more than animal and more than human. Utterly beast, too dangerous to live unfettered.
The leader’s hand closed more tightly around Ana’s arm. “The team will finish recording. He’ll be looking for trouble when he gets back up here.”
She resisted his pull. “This is why I’m here,” she said. “To see this. To see him. So I know what I’m up against.” It was, in fact, the purpose behind this entire operation, although the footage would also be used to study the enemy in a way they’d never accomplished before. “I’m safe, as long as we’re quiet.” None of the Sentinels could detect the perfected silent amulets—not even Ian Scott, the Sentinel bane of many an amulet working.
The man made no effort to soften his derision—at her, at the Sentinel. “You’ve seen enough to know he’s not human—he’s nowhere near human. And we can’t risk you. We don’t have the time to start over with this op.”
Because they didn’t have another woman in place to fill her role. Not because she mattered, personally. It shouldn’t still sting, after all these years.
But it did.
So Ana allowed herself to be led away, doglegging back to pick up the trail in the direction from which the Sentinel had come. Eventually the team leader released her arm, and she forbore to rub away the marks his fingers had made.
She’d wanted to see Ian Scott again. She’d wanted to see more closely the look in his eye when he took himself back to human—to get a glimpse of what lay beneath. Without it, her mind’s eye showed only his instant understanding of the mountain lion’s attack, and his instant response to it. Efficient ferocity. And somehow, she could think only of the warm flush of her reaction, and the fact that if she’d been that hiker, she would have wanted someone coming to her rescue, too.
But then the team took her back to the Santa Fe mansion that served as the local Core installation, and she learned that Ian Scott had returned to the trail and bounded after the Core hiker with only one thing in mind.
To finish what the mountain lion had started.
Copyright © 2015 by Doranna Durgin
ISBN-13: 9781460385241
Seduced by the Moon
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