Revenge: A Ghost Cats Story
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Before the night is over, Lily gets more than she bargained for—a taste of love she never knew could exist—and can never have. Faced with an empty bed in the morning, Brayen realizes he’s lost the one thing he never hoped to find. His true mate.
Finding her again will take a miracle…and could cost them both everything.
Warning: Cat-shifter nookie in some very wet places. Yes, it’s what you’re thinking.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Best Intentions:
Brayen’s heart raced as he watched the tiny brunette walk into the office. He rarely got excited over a woman upon first glance but she did it for him. His dick had hardened the minute she entered and he wasn’t sure it would ever go down. Her curves were where they needed to be and she actually had enough meat on her bones to not look fifteen. He hated the way women starved themselves trying to be a size zero. This one was perfect, not too big and not too small. Little on the short side, though.
Her green gaze locked onto him and he wondered if his face was as red as it felt. He’d never been prone to getting embarrassed—this was a first. The way she stared at him made him both nervous and excited all at the same time. He hated to interrupt her but she didn’t appear to be making any headway in the introducing-herself department.
The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and he had to close his eyes a moment to prevent her from seeing them change colors. She wasn’t a shifter. He could tell by her scent, yet here she stood in his establishment. The shaman—Running Elk—had said normal humans could not see the hotel or bar—they’d see it as abandoned and continue down the highway. He’d paid good money for the old man to work his magik on the joint and wasn’t happy to find out this little one found her way past it. Didn’t matter how fuckable she looked. She wasn’t one of them. Therefore, she needed to leave.
“You want a cabin for the weekend, huh?”
“Yes…yes, please, if there’s one available,” she added softly.
Brayen eyed her closely. She didn’t really look the rustic cabin type. Seemed more like the kind of lady who preferred the finer things in life. His head said to send her on her merry way. His cock had other things in mind and sadly, it ruled in most matters. “Sure, I’ve got room, but wouldn’t you be more comfortable in the city? It’s only another fifteen to twenty minutes from here.”
Her head snapped up and something flashed in her green eyes, anger perhaps. She moved her jaw around and Brayen could smell her body chemistry changing. Yep, she was good and pissed. He smiled at her feistiness. “So I take it that rather sexy pout means you’d rather be here, in my fine establishment.”
She huffed. “Sexy pout?”
“I figured it sounded better than hissy fit. We can call it whatever you want but let’s be honest. You want to be here.”
For a second, he thought she might protest. He almost wished she would. She opened her mouth and closed it again. A curt nod was followed by the clearing of her throat. “Yes. Can I have a room or not?”
“Sure thing,” he said, already knowing it was a bad idea. Still, he couldn’t stop himself. He glanced in the direction of the parking lot. “Need any help with your bags?”
“I can manage on my own,” she replied, each word clipped. Her strong will only made him want to touch her more. He could just imagine what her expression would be when she was coming.
I bet she’s a screamer.
He hardened more, his cock pushing at the confines of his jeans. He palmed it, blatantly adjusting himself. A sly smile curved his lips as he noticed her noticing his actions. She gulped and he snickered. Hot damn. She was innocent, like a little lamb in the den of a lion, or in his case, a cougar.
Her heart rate increased and his keen senses afforded him a whiff of her sweet smelling sweat. Brayen had to take a second to collect his thoughts and pull back on the beast uncoiling deep within him. It very much wanted to come out and play with the newest addition. But fucking a human was a bad idea. They were fragile and tended to break easily. A shifter’s appetite for rough sex was well known within the supernatural community. Just like the animals they shared their genetic makeup with, sex could be wild, dangerous and thrilling.
Clenching his fists, he held back, refraining from going to her and seeing if her skin was as soft as it appeared to be. “Tell ya what. I’ll give you a cabin for the weekend for half price if you let me carry your bags to your room.”
She balked. “Money’s not an issue. I can pay your fee and I can carry my own bags, Mr.…?”
“Name is Brayen but Bray will do in a pinch, Miss…?”
“Lily will do for me,” she said, still glaring at him.
Damn. Even her dirty looks were sexy. His cock throbbed, wanting to be free of his jeans, and he silently cursed himself for wearing a snug-fitting pair. If she glanced down, she’d see exactly what her independent woman routine was doing to him.
Exhaling slowly through his mouth, Brayen struggled to find an inner peace long enough to get her into her room and then get himself into an icy cold shower. Though he’d probably spend the entire time jacking off to her image anyways so he wasn’t sure the temperature of the shower much mattered. Might be better to blow a load right up front and get the tiny spitfire out of his mind.
“Lily it is then.” He moved from behind the counter and came to a stop before her. She was so much smaller than him that she only came to his chest. He wanted to pick her up and see how well she fit against his body but he didn’t. He knew better. Already the little thing had a pull over him he didn’t much care for. Knowing how she felt in his arms would do nothing in the way of stopping that.
Just one night.
He grunted, liking the way his mind worked. Maybe one night would do it. She reeked with desire for him but his bet was on her being cold as ice if he tried anything. It was a shame too. He hadn’t been this attracted to anyone in his life. His condition prevented him from getting close to too many people. Accidently shifting when he lost control of his moods was a very real possibility, though he had more control than others over the beast within.
He took a deep breath and savored the sweet scent of peaches. He wasn’t sure if she’d just eaten one or if it was some sort of lotion, but it drove him mad with desire. He stretched his shoulders and started for the door. The need to put some distance between them was great. “Let’s get you settled in. It’s getting late and tomorrow is the full moon.”
He brushed past Lily and she tensed. The aroma of her arousal hit him again, causing him to stagger backwards. She grabbed his arm and it took everything in him not to throw her to the floor and fuck her then and there. Shaking, he heaved in large gasps of air, fighting as the beast within him uncoiled and took note of Lily. Instant approval radiated from it and Brayen knew if he dared to let it out, he’d do something he could never take back.
He’d not only fuck her. He’d lay claim to her.
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