Sharing space with her lover and her mate forces Syndey to wonder if she can withstand the heat. Or will Drew's need to possess her burn them all?
When unforeseen circumstances -- aka Stalker Joe -- force Syndey Summerfield to return home to the Pack she abandoned six years ago she knows life as she knew it is over. Forever. No amount of PDA or rock-solid connections to her longtime boyfriend can stop the wildfire that Drew Sandford ignites inside her when he returns to claim her in ways not even her deepest fantasies had ever imagined. The question is: can she withstand the heat? Or will his need to possess his mate burn them all?
***This is a sequel to Kristina Lee's bestseller Seduced by Wolves***
Word Count: 40,502
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Rating: Erotic; Multiple heroes, Ménage a trois, Multiple Partners; Shifters
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, January 2014
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Drew waited, breath stuck in his chest, for Sydney to knock. She’d been poised on the other side of his bedroom door for a minute now—maybe two. Her delicate scent wafted through air thick with his unshed need. Every moment she delayed sharpened his desire to have her until the urge sliced razor sharp.
Sydney didn’t knock, opening and closing the door in silence between one second and the next. The soft light of his lamp didn’t extend quite to where she waited in the shadows across the room. Her silhouette alone stole his breath, the acute pain over her refusal to be with him lessening to a dull ache.
“You didn’t wash his scent off all the way, kitten.”
She stood unmoving, a towel cinched tantalizingly close to her full breasts. He sucked in the mixture of soap, Sydney and that bastard third wheel, Max. Every inch of him ached to lay into the man who dared interfere with what fate determined should be his. No matter she would fight him every step of the way.
“You should get used to it, Drew. His scent isn’t going anywhere.”
So defiant, his mate. Her standoffish attitude made him want to draw blood, to prove his dominance over his little feline once and for all. “Come here,” he demanded, more growl than words.
For a half second he thought she’d continue to rebuke him but he remembered she’d come to him tonight. Whether or not she wanted to consciously admit it, some part of her needed to be here. And for that he planned to reward his feisty mate—deliciously so—for making the right decision.
Sydney padded forward, tiny beads of water still dripping across her shoulders, beneath the towel and again down her shapely, toned legs. His mouth watered at all the unclaimed creamy skin, aching to taste every inch of it before the night was through. Her hair hung damp behind her, the wild mass of red locks that so matched her firecracker personality temporarily subdued.
Drew sat upright to extend his arms, eagerly awaiting his woman’s arrival into them. How many years had he struggled with constant dissatisfaction, tense with sexual need no other woman could relieve?
She paused just outside his reach, his gaze drawn to the throbbing pulse at her neckline. An erogenous zone he’d be marking soon enough. “Closer, kitten.”
Man and wolf sighed with the first electric charged brush of leg against bare leg. His hands captured her waist in one firm tug as he buried his face into her taut abdomen. Drew was drowning in a new wave of voracious hunger. His need to have her too potent to ignore.
“Soon enough,” he whispered harshly, his body tightening as she shifted to be more comfortable. “I’ll obliterate his scent, Syd. I’ll have you so thoroughly that every inch of you will carry my mark for days.”
Sydney shivered against him, his fingers tightening around her in silent promise. Six years he’d been waiting for the opportunity to make love to this woman. Six bitter, pain-filled years where every day had been ripe with nightmares and hunger.
Smooth hands pressed firmly against his shoulders. He budged but an inch to take in the slender angle of her cheeks, to catch her vibrant green eyes boring down into his. “Neither of you will ever own me that way.”
Not yet, his wolf reasoned. But I will.
He’d grown to appreciate how blessed he was to be given a mate who could stand her ground with him. A submissive woman, one who’d do as he asked without question, would have never fulfilled his needs as Sydney was oh-so-capable of. So far she defied him with every turn and yet…
“Why did you come to me, kitten?”
She stepped back an inch and he released her, studying her as she glanced away. His fingers toyed idly with the soft terry cloth at the bottom of her towel. One tug and she’d be naked before him.
The quiet unsettled him. Her scathing critique was something he’d come to expect—to relish. A verbal fire to match her wild hair. Drew knew—though he wished to hell he didn’t—what she’d been doing before coming to him tonight. He’d been flat on his bed because he didn’t trust himself not to rush his way into her room and rip her from her lover had his feet been on the floor.
“He can’t fill the gaping hole, can he?”