Although drawn to her outspokenness, Sander keeps Nicole at bay while he defends his clan. Werelions and humans don’t mix, yet he can’t deny the passion igniting between them, particularly with her body in heat. But as the danger around them amplifies, they’ll need more than courage and strength to fight for their newfound attraction—and their lives.
irate woman standing before him. From the moment she arrived, she’d baffled and
frustrated him. Gone was his reserved and polished intended. In her place stood
a creature who screamed, pouted, grimaced, slapped his sister, and nearly
destroyed his brother-in-law’s procreativity. She was brash and out of control.
An evolutionary step backward.
close to a human. His kind blended in with their kind, worked alongside them,
but remained insular. Safe. Hidden. Occasionally studying them from afar. Never
interacting beyond a polite nod or greeting.
Marseille switch with a human? To punish him? Humiliate him?
why and promise to be more attentive. He had no intention of meeting new
potentials. He’d chosen her. Marseille Renaud.
and graceful. And useful.
jaw. Damn it, his intended wasn’t a mere tool. She deserved more respect than
that. More than a vision of beauty, Marsi saved their hides during the last
Follower attack. His clan needed her. Although her talent wasn’t the reason he
chose Marseille, he’d be a fool to let her go now.
right? Was the switch a mere ploy, a demand for more control?
everyone,” he said, forcing the what-ifs from his mind. “I want to get to
Nicole’s home by this afternoon.”
question stared at him. “Exactly where are we?”
relax her somewhat. He guided her to the foyer where they nearly collided with
his brother, who’d raced down the stairs with a backpack slung over his
books along so I can study on the ride.” Tyran tore into the hallway ahead of
student.” Sander ushered Nicole into the utility room and opened the door to
the garage. “Makes sense since he’s one of the healers for our clan.”
jerked to the side as Calia sashayed past on her way out of the house. “Is a
clan like a pride?”
group of families. Because our numbers are few, matings are arranged between
clans. Once I met Marseille, I didn’t bother with meeting any remaining
Marseille was gone. Except she wasn’t. She watched him with big dark eyes, her
luscious mouth slightly puckered in contemplation. Devastating even in the
shapeless sweater the human woman had selected to wear, something obviously
dragged from the back of the closet. He’d never seen it before.
head, and her long black hair draped over her shoulder. Hair he loved to twist
in his hands as she lay beneath him.
talent?” she asked.
off the sensual vision. “Um, my physical strength and power.”
feline of us,” Calia boasted, her hand on the door of a dark sedan.
“Exceptional jumper and climber, and I always land on my feet.”
close to Nicole. “Within reason. I wouldn’t throw her out a ten-story window,
although sometimes I’d like to.”
glared. “I heard that.”