by Anne Marsh
Gianna gives as good as she gets. Our kiss gets harder, wetter, noisier. I thread my fingers through her ponytail, angling her head back because she’s coming after me, desperate to take my mouth, and we’re going to end up banging in the stairwell if I can’t exert some degree of control.
“You do this with all your friends?” She breathes the words against my mouth when I finally let her go, all my blood flowing southward and making critical thinking difficult. Good thing I already cemented my plan.
“We’re friends.” I press my thigh between hers. “But we’re also something more.”
“We’re also in public.” She digs her fingers into my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin through the cotton of my shirt.
Oui. And from the pretty pink flush on her face, she doesn’t mind. Her dress rides up, she’s straddling me, and the heat of her pussy burns my thigh. My day is turning out pretty damned perfect.
“You promised me a week.” I watch her face, but she meets my gaze without flinching.
“That was before we got engaged,” she says in a husky whisper. “Back when you and Luc believed you were competing for me.”
We’re still competing. She just won’t admit it.
“And before you broke up with me by text message,” I push. “If we’re not gettin’ married, we’re datin’. I wan’ a week alone with you.” I press my thigh higher. Christ, but she feels good.
“Oh.” She gives a greedy whimper that sounds like no objection I’ve ever heard.
I have one goal for that week, one master plan. No matter what it takes, I’m making her love me. My other goal, the easier one, is to make things safe for her. Somehow, I’ll finish my takedown of the Breed. Safety outside the bedroom—and sexy dangerous times inside the bedroom. Simple. I know myself too well to think I can be anything but dominant once she lets me touch her. I don’t play the sweet Beta well. Hell. If I’m being honest, I’m gruff and awkward with traditional courting—so I’ll make up for it in our bedroom. And Gianna… she’s curious. She’s an independent woman in charge of her life, her career, her body. I aim to change that last one, to feed her curiosity about the way I can make her feel if she hands over control to me.
I play my trump card.
“Don’ you ever get tired of being the good girl, the law-abiding one? You don’ wan’ to break the rules just once and see what it feels like?”
“That would be a career liability, wouldn’t it?” Her eyes slowly focus on a point somewhere over my shoulder, as if she’s considering my suggestion. While she thinks, she runs a hand up my neck. I’m probably not supposed to get so horny from the simple touch—hell, I don’t even know if she’s really aware of how she’s trailing her fingertips over my skin—but I know one thing for certain. I want all her attention focused on me.
So I lean in and kiss her again. I’ve got her alone and she’s soft and sweet, driving me crazy. I cover her lips with mine, muffling her small sound of pleasure. Needing more of her, I cup her face in my hands, angling her head to deepen our kiss. She moans, and I push my fingers through her hair, fisting the sleek length. She feels so goddamn perfect in my arms that I could eat her right up. Kiss her mouth, her pretty breasts, her pussy. I’m a lost cause around Gianna. She opens right up too, letting me in, letting me take her mouth, and the way she tastes drives me crazy.
I reach down and fist the hem of her skirt.
She stiffens, like kissing in the stairwell is one thing, but naked is a whole world of off-limits. I should have warned her that I cheat.
“What are you doing?” She looks as if she has a pretty good idea though, so I wrap my palm around her thigh and slide my fingers higher.
“What’s it look like I’m doin’?” See? I can be reasonable. I can ask instead of tell.
She looks down. Looks back up as if she can’t quite believe I’m going to make her answer that question. She’s cute when she’s flustered and in unfamiliar territory. She’s always in control of the situation in those courtrooms of hers, and now here I am, borrowing that self-control from her.
“Hold this for me,” I wrap her fingers around the hem of her dress.
I’ve asked myself more than once what Luc would do. Not because I want to fixate on the other wolf but because clearly Gianna is drawn to him and I need to understand why so that I can give her the same thing. Luc is fierce, wild, and completely uncivilized—he’d never hold back from pleasuring his mate.
But right now I can smell her arousal. For me.
Right here in this stairwell, she’s all mine—and I’m not letting her leave until she recognizes that.
The Hunt: An Erotic Paranormal Fantasy Serial
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“Open up,” I demand, inhaling her scent, drawing her taste deep inside me as she gasps in reaction. Her lips part, letting me invade her hot sweetness and I am lost, my Cat purring with a sensual recognition I’ve never found before. My femi wants me, even if she won’t admit it.
I can live with that.
For now.
Later, later I can teach her to revel in my dominance. Hear the whispered pleas she’ll give me for her own sensual satisfaction. In time, she’ll give me that. Right now, I want just one word.
“Give me your name.”
THE HUNT is a six-part serial. This is an expanded and revised version of an earlier book published in 2009. The complete edition (with extensive bonus content) is available for FREE with Kindle Unlimited, or you can download for $3.49.
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The Hunt
THE HUNT: COMPLETE EDITION
Bayou Wolves
WOLF’S DESIRE
WOLF’S REDEMPTION (September 2015)
WOLF’S HEART (October 2015)
Blue Moon Brides
TEMPTED BY THE PACK
PLEASURED BY THE PACK
CLAIMED BY THE PACK
TAKEN BY THE PACK
CAPTURED BY THE PACK
The Fallen
BOND WITH ME
HIS DARK BOND
SAVAGE BOND
Warriors Unleashed
VIKING’S ORDERS
AT THE VIKING’S COMMAND
Smoke Jumpers
BURNING UP
SLOW BURN
When SEALs Come Home
BURNS SO BAD
SMOKING HOT
SWEET BURN
YOURS FOR CHRISTMAS
HEATED
ONE HOT SEAL
HER FIREFIGHTER SEAL
The Hotshots
REBURN
HOT ZONE
FIRED UP
SEALs of Discovery Island
WICKED SEXY
WICKED NIGHTS
WICKED SECRETS
SEALs of Fantasy Island
TEASING HER SEAL
PLEASING HER SEAL
DARING HER SEAL (May 2016)
About the Author
After ten years of graduate school and too many degrees, Anne Marsh escaped to become a technical writer. When not planted firmly in front of the laptop translating Engineer into English, Anne enjoys gardening, running (even if it’s just to the 7-11 for slurpees), and reading books curled up with her kids. The best part of writing romance, however, is finally being able to answer the question: “So… what do you do with a PhD in Slavic Languages and Literatures?” She lives in Northern California with her husband, two kids and four cats.
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Table of Contents
Contents
Bound by the Viking
Author’s Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Wolf's Desire: Excerpt
The Hunt: Excerpt
More from Anne
About the Author