Authors: Wulfe Untamed
Wulfe Untamed (30 page)
Shaken by recent events, Hawke feels his bond with his animal spirit weakening—and once it breaks, he’s finished. The arrival of Faith sends his life spinning even further out of control, for although she enflames his deepest primal passions, she’s promised to Maxim, the newest Feral Warrior. Little do they know Maxim has secretly bent her to his malevolent will, and Hawke is the only one who can end Faith’s slavery and protect the Feral Warriors from this new threat.
S
he tilted her head at him, her eyes curious. “Do you have a human mom or dad?”
“My father was a Feral Warrior.” He leaned in to pull out the two remaining suitcases. “He was the previous hawk shifter and my mother the Radiant.”
Her jaw dropped a little before snapping shut. “You’re Therian royalty.”
He started, then laughed. “I’ve never heard it put like that.”
“So why the affinity for humans? Are you really as nice a guy as you seem?”
A nice guy. He’d always been that, or tried to be. He liked people, humans and Therians alike, more than many of his brothers. He liked kids, in particular. But nice guys didn’t erupt in fits of rage, endangering anyone and everyone around them. And that was something he definitely did these days. Goddess, she shouldn’t be out here with him alone. For a few enjoyable minutes he’d forgotten the rage that simmered inside him.
He blinked. The rage was barely noticeable. When had that happened?
The moment Faith smiled at him.
He set the last two suitcases on the pavement. “I’m not entirely sure what I am anymore.” As soon as the words were out, he wished he hadn’t answered quite so truthfully. It wasn’t something he wanted to talk about. “So how did you come to accompany Maxim to Feral House?”
Her eyes lost their sparkle. “I think I’m going to be his mate.”
His mate? Hawke tried to mask his dismay but knew he’d failed when she shrugged.
“We’re not exactly a matched pair.”
Hawke tried to laugh, but the sound was forced. “Not exactly.”
His
mate
? He’d feared they might be lovers. By the way Maxim had walked off and left her in the car, he’d hoped she was just his servant. Disapproval curled in his gut. Newly marked or not, the man was lacking basic manners if he could treat the woman he’d chosen to spend his immortal life with so carelessly. That Feral didn’t deserve this jewel of a woman.
But it didn’t matter, did it? They’d clearly chosen one another. Maxim had brought her with him all the way from Poland. Soon, Faith would be just another of his brothers’ mates, living at Feral House permanently. Just one more happily ever after for him to watch from afar. Except . . . he hadn’t been attracted to the others. This one he was.
The newest member of the elite Feral Warriors brotherhood, Fox is eager to prove himself. When paired with the legendary Ilina warrior, Melisande, he finds himself spellbound by a woman who’s his match in every way—too bad she doesn’t find him nearly as charming. Beneath Melisande’s brittle exterior lies a violent hatred of all shape-shifters—a hatred that slowly crumbles as she glimpses the gentleness in her far-too-seductive partner. Their survival demands unconditional trust and their salvation surrender to a wild, untamed love.
“M
elisande, is it?” he asked, drawing on the full force of his Irish upbringing. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
Sapphire eyes snapped at him with disbelief, certainly not the usual reaction to his attention, but he played the game the way he knew how. He held out his hand to her, uncertain whether she would meet him halfway and suspecting that if she did it would be with a huff or a roll of pretty blue eyes. Either would be fine as long as he got to touch her.
“I’m Fox, Melisande. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“That’s what you think.” Her voice was music laced with acid. She ignored his outstretched hand, her eyes narrowing as she smiled at him, but there was nothing pleasant about that smile. Hawke’s words came back to him, that he’d have more luck taming a tornado, and it occurred to him that he might finally have come across a female who was immune to his charms.
“Mel,” Ariana warned.
The petite blonde flung her empty hand toward him as if it were not empty at all, as if she meant to toss a fireball in his face.
Instead, exquisite sexual pleasure rushed through his body on a blast so strong, so pure, that he nearly came right there in the middle of the hallway. On a groan, he arched his back, his eyes dropping closed as the pleasure roared through him, wave after wave of pure ecstasy.
When he could move again, his eyes snapped open, and he straightened to find the most fascinating woman he’d ever met staring at him in wide-eyed disbelief, her mouth forming a horrified O.
A grin spread slowly across his face, his gaze locking with hers. The next time he felt that kind of rapture in her presence, he’d be deep inside of her, and she’d be screaming her release right along with him.
Go to hell
shimmered in Melisande’s eyes as if she’d heard his silent promise, her mouth snapping closed, once more tightening into a hard line. With a low growl of fury, the beauty disappeared, misting away.
Fox began to laugh.
“What did you do to her?” Kougar asked, clearly puzzled.
Fox shook his head. “I’ve no bloody idea.”
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Quinn Lennox is searching for a missing friend when she stumbles into a dark otherworld that only she can see—and finds herself at the mercy of Arturo Mazza, a dangerously handsome vampire whose wicked kiss will save her and betray her. What Arturo can’t do is forget about her—any more than Quinn can control her own feelings for him. Neither one can let desire get in the way of their mission—his to save his people, hers to save herself. But there is no escape from desire in a city built for seduction, where passion flows hot and blood red . . .
“T
ell me your name,” she murmured against his temple.
“Master,” he replied, his warm breath tickling her neck.
She snorted. “No, it’s not.”
He lifted his head, his eyes hot and amused. “It is to you.” His steel-like arm curved around her waist, pulling her hips into contact with his . . . and with the very thick ridge that rose between them.
Quinn gasped. “
Vampire
. . .” Her body was on fire for him, but she didn’t want this. The memory rose of those fangs between her legs. A shudder coursed through her, dousing the fire he’d fanned. She pulled her fingers from his hair, pushed at his shoulders. “My question.”
“You’ve asked it.” His mouth grazed her temple, making her shiver all over again.
“Your name was hardly my question. And you didn’t answer it. I have to find my brother. The young man who was with me. Please . . .
Master
. . . please, help me find him.”
His mouth moved, and she felt the flick of his damp tongue along the edge of her ear. She gasped, accidentally rocking forward, pressing her hips against that thick erection. The groan that escaped her throat sounded embarrassingly happy.
“Will you help me find Zack?”
“No.” One long-fingered hand rose to cover her breast.
Her head tipped back, her eyes drifting shut at the wicked pleasure. This was wrong. So wrong. “Please. You must.”
His lips returned to her jaw. “You are magnificent,
tessoro.
Built like the sleekest racehorse, all long limbs and lean strength.” He released her, his fingers suddenly at her waist, unzipping her jeans. “There is nothing I
must
do. Except have you.”
Quinn Lennox vowed never to return to Vamp City. But with her beloved brother’s fate hanging in the balance, and her own power beginning to emerge, she chooses to risk all on yet another perilous journey back to the twilight world. When the dangerous and all-too-seductive Arturo Mazza comes for her, Quinn knows she can never trust him. But though she tries to deny it, her heart begins to hold hope that a certain ruthless vampire can learn the meaning of true love . . .
“A
re you going to bite me?” she asked, surprised. But she felt no prick of fangs, only the cool brush of his lips. And felt an answering shiver of pleasure.
“I am going to do what I’ve been wanting to do for hours,” he said huskily. He turned her in his arms and kissed her thoroughly, his hand sliding into her hair, the other pulling her hips tight against his. When she slid her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to his, he slid his tongue inside with a groan, pulling her closer still. Passion erupted between them, a heady, wonderful pleasure that stole all thoughts, all worries, drenching her body in pleasure.
“This isn’t helping me reach my magic,” she said breathlessly, as his lips trailed kisses along her cheek and jaw.
“This
is
magic,” he replied, his hands roaming restlessly across her back. “I need to be inside you,
bella.
”
“There are vampires outside.”
“They won’t come in.”
A burst of humor left her mouth on a sigh. “And you don’t care if they do.”
“I do not.” His mouth nuzzled her neck. “I need to taste you, to feast on you, to worship your body in comfort and leisure without anyone’s forcing our intimacy.” As Fabian had last time.
And she needed that, too. Heaven help her, she needed him. That quickly, their kiss had stirred her into a frenzy of desire that sang in her blood, snapping and popping . . .
She stilled.
He lifted his head, peering at her with question.
“Hold on a second. Let me try something.” When he slowly, reluctantly, released her, she turned once more to the chair, lifted her hand, and sent it flying into the wall.
“The passion?” he queried.
“I guess. It seems that my magic only works when
some
thing’s stirring my blood.”
He pulled her back against him, one hand sliding over her breast, the other between her jeans-clad legs. Quinn groaned, arching at the pleasure of his hands on her.
“All I need is you, Vampire,” she gasped.
When
New York Times
bestselling author PAMELA PALMER’s initial career goal of captaining starships didn’t pan out, she turned to engineering, satisfying her desire for adventure with books and daydreams, until finally succumbing to the need to create worlds of her own. Pamela lives and writes in the suburbs of Washington, D.C.
Please visit her on the web at www.pamelapalmer.net.
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