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Prymal Lust
Copyright © 2014 by Jianne Carlo
Digital Release: August 2014
ISBN: 978-1-62916-070-2
Cover Artist: James Caldwell
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Prymal Lust by Jianne Carlo
The primal call of Mate Claim sparks a battle among the three species of shifters—Wylfen, Feral, & Rogue—and has for generations. These violent feuds incite hunts by humankind, driving shifters near extinction. To protect their people the aristocratic Wylfen ban the practice of Mate Claim. When a Rogue alpha claims a Wylfen female, the mated pair forms a coalition with a Feral male. An alliance is created: Prymal, a new species & pack born of Rogue, Wylfen, & Feral. And war begins…
Tania, a Wylfen aristocrat, hooks up with a stranger right before her twin’s graduation from military college. Hours later, the bottom drops out of her world when she’s introduced to Axe, her twin’s new SEAL instructor. Then she discovers he’s a Feral Wolf, the archenemy of her people. Wylfen laws prohibit her from mating with a half-breed. If anyone finds out she’s mated with Axe, exile is the least she has to fear…
Dedication
In memory of Laurie Vachereau. Taken too soon. Miss you.
Acknowledgements
Molly Daniels’ military and editorial expertise elevated Prymal Lust to the rich story you are about to read. My grateful thanks, Molly, and I eagerly anticipate working with you on Prymal Urges.
Chapter One
Mate Claim.
Tania jerked awake with the words echoing in her head, her body swathed in a feverish heat and a fine sheen of sweat. She clutched the sheets under her chin and stared unseeing at the hotel’s square ceiling tiles.
Why? Why was this happening to her?
After being hunted to near extinction by humans because of the violent battles that erupted over mate claim, her people, the Wylfen, shifters native to Northern Siberia, banned mate claim. To protect their species, a council of elders now decided all mate alliances.
Mate claim was so verboten, she’d never heard the words uttered aloud, never even known of the concept until one of her few Wylfen female friends, Eva, was exiled from the pack a couple months ago. Then she’d heard the vague whispers and the horrifying rumors.
That two Rogue wolves had both claimed Eva and fought to the death over her, accidentally killing Eva in the battle. Tania prayed daily the gossip was just that—gossip. But, no one would answer a single question about Eva, and all of her social network accounts had been deactivated. Facebook page gone, Twitter handle revoked, email addy bounced back, and, worst, Eva’s cell no longer in service.
Mate claim.
Only the Feral wolves and the Rogue wolves, the basest animals on the planet, still practiced the primitive ritual.
So, why had she for the last two months dreamed of being claimed? Tania massaged the tender flesh at the base of her neck. The claim spot ached constantly these days. Every morning for one hundred and three days she jolted into consciousness hornier than a nymphomaniac, dazed and oddly bereft, her hunger to be filled, sated, completed, near unbearable. She worked her jaw and tried to will into submission her burning nipples and throbbing clit.
Glancing at the bedside drawer where she’d secreted her travel vibrator, Tania let out a groan. She knew from experience the plastic dildo would give her only a brief respite against a sexual avarice that had grown to all-encompassing proportions. It seemed the more she used the vibrator, the needier she grew. And it creeped her out; the thought of masturbating and then having to face her parents and brothers over breakfast.
The room phone buzzed. She reached over and retrieved the headset. “Hello.”
“Morning sweetie. How’d you sleep?”
“Fine, Mom. What’s up?” Tania plumped a pillow and scooted back against the headboard.
“Change of plans. The graduation ceremony’s location’s been moved because of the dicey weather. They’re going to hold it indoors at the basketball stadium instead of on the commons. Dad and your other brothers have some sort of business crisis to handle, and your aunt’s invited me to her local children’s council meeting. I know we’d planned to do the consignment store tour today, but—”
“No probs, Mom. Are we all going to meet at the stadium then?” Tania crossed her fingers. She loved her family, but three days of constant company left her yearning for alone time.
She didn’t need to flick into her wolf to hear the relieved sigh her mother blew out. “Do you mind getting there on your own? It’s going to be near impossible to organize it so we all travel in one vehicle. Dad and your brothers are going to be downtown, I’m going to be with your aunt, and well, what are you going to do all day long?”
Get laid.
Tania repressed a wide smirk. She had a no hookup policy, but enough was enough. Today, she’d satisfy her aching pussy with a real live cock, albeit a human one. Wylfen laws prevented her from screwing another wolf until her mate alliance had been decided upon. “Mom, I’m twenty-five. I think I can manage. What time are we meeting and where?”
“Lobby of the stadium at six. Don’t forget we’re attending the cocktail reception preceding the ceremony and then there’s the formal dinner and dance.”
“I know, I know. And yes, I will dance when asked.” She had two left feet and no sense of rhythm, unlike most females of her kind. But, tonight wasn’t about her. It was about her twin’s graduation from the private military college he’d attended the last four years. “Hard to believe Jazshuka’s graduating already. He’s the last of us. You’ve no more babies, mom.”
“All of you will always be my babies, Tania Dozene Alexandria Prakov. But, I know what you mean. It seems like yesterday that all of you were toddling around and learning to track and hunt. I promised myself and Jazshuka that there’d be no tears today. So, enough of this. Are you okay for money?”
Tania glared at a blue freckle on the ceiling tile. “I’ve been working for a living for over two years, mom. I think I can manage. Have fun and give my love to Aunt Dozene. I’ll see you at seven.”
“I will. Bye. Love you.”
“Love you too, mom.” Tania hung up.
How to wither a raging libido? Talk to your mother for more than three seconds. Not that it would take long for desire to resurge with a hitherto overwhelming vehemence.
Hit the gym.
That ought to drive the lust out of her. And if that didn’t work, she’d shower and dress, and check out the human stud talent in the hotel bar.
Not ten minutes later, dressed in sweats, a baggy T, and running shoes, Tania swiped her keycard over the electronic lock to the hotel’s version of a real gym, and stepped into the warm, humid room. The small, dimly lit chambe
r held only one other occupant who had his back to her.
A damned magnificent back too, sheathed in thin armless black cotton. He had the treadmill cranked up to max incline and speed and ran at a blurry roadrunner pace.
She blinked and halted in the midst of grabbing a towel from a stack on a shelf.
No human ran at that speed.
Tania sniffed and stilled.
Male pheromones thick, heavy, overpowering, and crushing swamped her nostrils. She didn’t detect the distinctive odor of a Wylfen male. No human to date had ever smelled so mouth-watering. She could get high on this man’s incredible, unique aroma.
Sexual avarice froze her in place, and she couldn’t yank her focus from the play of powerful, sinewy thighs stretching and flexing as the heavily muscled man pounded the mat.
Her heart hammered with such force the pulse in her throat drummed, and her blood thundered through her veins, making it impossible to think, far less hear. She bit her tongue and tasted blood.
Though she hadn’t made any noise, the man suddenly seemed aware of her presence. He tensed all over. Skin, the color of deep walnut, stretched tight over a thick, defenseman’s neck. She had the insane urge to bite the mouthwatering fuzz napping his damp hair.
Their gazes collided in the mirrored wall opposite the exercise equipment. Eyes the color of rich pewter stared unblinking directly at her. She shuddered under his intent and piercing scrutiny. The man stabbed STOP on the treadmill’s controls. Immediately the room went silent.
Still trapping her stare in the mirror, he swiped his cheek with a towel, and said in a deep rich voice that had her thinking of Sean Connery and Pierce Bronson all rolled into one, “It’s all yours.”
Flustered, Tania licked her lips.
He honed in on her tongue, the heat in his look so intense, hot molten lava replaced the blood in her veins.
She felt little-girl first-crush swarms in her belly and her blasted mind refused to get words to her mouth.
When he hopped off the machine and loped in her direction, she held her breath. He moved with animal grace, and his long legged stride ate up the distance between them. The damp tank he wore clung to a massive, rock-hard chest. The expanse of his shoulders had her fantasizing about clinging to them while he pounded into her.
"Did the hotel manager contact you about your tablet?” Wild sunset streaks threaded through a thick shock of straight hair the color of a fox’s. The contrast between his light locks and his sun-weathered bronzed skin had her pussy clenching.
Her mind processed his question on a three second delay. She blinked. “How—? I mean—”
“I saw when you left the tablet behind on one of the chairs in the lobby yesterday. Tried to return it to you, but by the time I got to the door, you were speeding off in a cab. Took it to the front desk and gave them your description.” He toweled off the drop of perspiration beading on a granite chin dusted with stubble the color of molasses.
The musky aroma of his sweat, the faint remnants of sandalwood aftershave, plus a flash of pheromones proved intoxicating. He stopped less than an arm’s length away from her but stood to her right giving her a profile view of him.
A bolt of lightning-white lust made her tremble from head to sock covered toes. Only by chewing the inside of her cheek did she manage to not check out his package. He had to have a big dick. Any man that warrior hard had to have a cock to go with those incredibly cut arms and legs.
Her vaginal walls quivered. She couldn’t wait to have him hammering into her pussy.
When he grinned down at her, she was mesmerized by the way one lip quirked up at the corner, and a hint of a dimple flashed. “Well? Did Lost and Found contact you?”
Found what? Cripes. She’d been so caught up in visualizing his prick the tablet had flown out of her head.
“Oh.” She willed her open mouth shut. “I mean. Yes, I got it back. Thank you. Thank you. I’d never expected to see it again. It’s my work tablet, and you’ve no idea how much I dreaded having to report it lost.”
He smiled and she went hurdling into another greedy-for-his-cock spiral. No one should have that kind of smile.
Genuine.
Reflected in his slate-colored eyes.
Devilish.
Almost wolfish.
“Glad to be of help. Want to buy me a thank you drink?”
He felt it too. The sparks between them. And acknowledged it.
Was she going to get laid or what?
Tania went for the down and dirty. Human males were so easy to sex-manipulate. Every platitude about the little head ruling the big one was so true. “Do you one better. I haven’t had breakfast yet and, all of a sudden, I’m not in the mood for a workout. In a gym, that is. Want to have breakfast in bed with me?”
Chapter Two
Axe near swallowed his tongue, but not for a moment did he let his surprise show. Not in all eternity had he expected to look into Tania’s mismatched eyes and recognize the one woman in the galaxy fated to be his mate. Not in any scenario had he ever envisaged Tania propositioning him. He didn’t have a fucking clue how to keep his wolf in check. He had gone from flaccid to sledgehammer erect in less than a breath.
The spice of her blossoming arousal swarmed him.
As intoxicated as if he’d downed an entire bottle of tequila, Axe splayed his fingers wide and battled his primitive instincts. He had to touch her. Taste her. Lick her from the tips of her ears to her sure-to-be-suckable toes.
Then it slammed him sideways.
His mate was a Wylfen female.
Her family would exile Tania if he even grazed her with a fingertip.
And then they’d stake him out and sever every limb.
Tough.
She was his.
Play it smart.
Stifling a howl when he realized the two of them fucking right away was the ultimate win-win, he grinned.
A selfish win-win.
He’d ruin her future because if Tania screwed him, she violated the sacred Wylfen purity and mate alliance laws. She’d be exiled. Have no safe place to go to. No one to turn to for protection. Except for him.
Careful to keep his scarred cheek hidden from her view, Axe reached for her hand, lifted it to his mouth, licked the center of her palm, and drew her scent deep into his lungs. Yeah. Soon he’d be buried inside her creaming pussy. “Do you one better. How about breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”
She sucked in a breath. Her cheeks flushed. Her gaze locked onto his tented shorts. A lithe pink tongue flicked one corner of her mouth, and her nostrils flared.
His dick was about to burst out of his foreskin. It jerked against his belly.
She hissed and her head whipped up.
He could drown in those amazing crazy colored eyes, one the color of honey, the other a soft, mossy green. But not right then. Not until they’d fucked.
The Wylfen as a breed abhorred physical flaws. Rumor had it that their Spartan purity laws required any cub born with any sort of disfigurement be disposed of upon delivery.
Axe had no notion if she’d reject him at once when he had no choice but to let her see his whole face. But, he didn’t intend to take any chances. Mate claim her first, bind her to him, then, and only then, risk her contempt and disgust.
She tugged her hand out of his and gestured to a now damp spot on his gym shorts. “While I can see you’re really, really, interested in eating a meal—”
Fuck, she’d do him in. His canines ached. He salivated when the ends of her high ponytail kissed her claim spot.
Back down.
Get a grip.
He had vowed never to claim an unwilling mate. It was the keystone of his existence. She was Wylfen. So out of his league. The wolf in him tossed his rational reasoning into the stratosphere. The alpha in him roared.
“Eating. You. No pussy footing around. All. Day. Long. Yes or No?”
“No can do.” She gave the cutest headshake and a tiny frown formed. “Breakfast. Only.”
He’d take whatever she was willing to give. For now.
“My room or yours?” He had pushed her too far, too fast. “I have a suite.”
Her luscious lips spread to reveal even white teeth save for a minute chip on the left incisor. “Lead the way.”
Aware of his sweaty body and not knowing how her kind reacted to raunchy sex, he touched a hand to the small of her back, and guided her to the door, vigilantly presenting only his left profile to her view. “Shall we set the ground rules on the way up?”
She shot him a measuring sidelong glance, but didn’t falter when he ushered her out of the room. “You have this down pat. Sure. Go first.”
“No names.”
“Agreed.”
He had to bite down to suppress a victorious howl.
She had no inkling he was a half-breed. Eva’s scent mask was working like a fucking charm.
Good.
Axe firmed his palm over the ridge of her rump and widened his stride to accommodate his cock’s immediate reaction. He led her to the private penthouse elevator and keyed his card. The doors dinged and opened. When they were ensconced in the moving metallic-mirrored box, he fingered the waistband of her sweats, inserted one leg between her thighs, palmed her ass, and pressed his erection to her pelvis.
The position kept his scarred cheek from her range of vision.
She tilted her head back and his nuts went tight at the sight of her long, slender neck. His mouth watered. Jesus. She was creaming for him, yet her nostrils thinned ever so slightly, and he detected a hint of…anger? No. A big time backpedalling. He had to reassure her.
“You can change your mind anytime you want. Here.” He slapped his keycard into her hand and backed away. “I’m not into rape. Either we do this as two consenting adults, or it’s off.”
For a second, she stared at him, mouth agape. Then she flashed him a crooked grin and slipped the keycard into the pocket of her T-shirt. “Nice to know. I wasn’t changing my mind. Just thinking this was becoming clinical and that’s not what I want.”
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