| Being trapped between duty and desire can leave a girl Hungry... |
Claire knew it was her duty to serve
her Coven by participating in the local
Shifter Pack’s annual Mating Run, but
just when she’d resigned herself to
that duty the unthinkable happened:
she fell in love.
Nigel knew it was his duty to protect
Claire and keep her safe from over-
eager Wolves until the Run, but over
the long weeks of guarding her body
the unthinkable happened: he began
to want her body for his own.
Caught in a trap of family duty and
desire, Nigel and Claire must decide
what’s really worth fighting for and all
the while they’re Hungry… Like the
Wolf.
The following excerpt from
Hungry Like the Wolf is intended
for adults only. By continuing to
read, you are agreeing that you
are over 18 years of age.
her Coven by participating in the local
Shifter Pack’s annual Mating Run, but
just when she’d resigned herself to
that duty the unthinkable happened:
she fell in love.
Nigel knew it was his duty to protect
Claire and keep her safe from over-
eager Wolves until the Run, but over
the long weeks of guarding her body
the unthinkable happened: he began
to want her body for his own.
Caught in a trap of family duty and
desire, Nigel and Claire must decide
what’s really worth fighting for and all
the while they’re Hungry… Like the
Wolf.
The following excerpt from
Hungry Like the Wolf is intended
for adults only. By continuing to
read, you are agreeing that you
are over 18 years of age.
Home.
The word popped into Claire’s mind the moment Nigel’s lips took hers. A mouth had never fit so perfectly
to hers. His taste was intoxicating, leaving her feeling weak and in need of more. She placed her hands
against his hard chest, her nails curling, scraping his flesh.
When he pulled away, dragging in a long, ragged breath, she leaned forward, licking a path from his neck
to his shoulder, rubbing her lips back and forth against powerful muscle. He still smelled like pine and
musk and all the things that made her breasts ache and her pussy throb.
“Yes, Claire. Touch me, Luv.” His voice was barely above a whisper when her fingertips passed over his
flat, male nipples. When she lightly dragged her nails over the nubby points, his hiss told her all she
needed to know. Leaning down slightly, she ran the tip of her tongue along the hard center, circling it
before capturing it between her teeth. She nipped and licked, alternately sucking it into her mouth and
blowing cool air against it.
“Enough,” he growled, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her hair, gently forcing her head up.
Claire watched as Nigel’s head descended slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as his lips caressed hers.
Slower this time, softer. Claire couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her; his touch was magic.
He fumbled with the belt of her robe, pushing the silky fabric from her shoulders to pool at her feet. She
didn’t even think to protest. She was entranced by his slow seduction of her mouth. He had yet to touch her
below the neck and the lust and anticipation was killing her second by second.
Unable to stand his gentle ministrations for one second longer, Claire grabbed his hips and pulled him to
her. The rigid outline of his cock through his jeans dug into her hip and they both gasped. Her hands
skimmed up his ribcage and she opened her mouth, sliding her tongue along his, savoring his heat. One
minute she was in control, running her hands over smooth skin, her tongue dancing along his. The next,
Nigel’s fingers dug into her hips and he hoisted her onto the counter, moving lightning fast between her
thighs.
“Fuck. You drive me mad, woman,” he whispered against her mouth. “I can’t wait another minute, Claire.
Not another fucking second.”
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The word popped into Claire’s mind the moment Nigel’s lips took hers. A mouth had never fit so perfectly
to hers. His taste was intoxicating, leaving her feeling weak and in need of more. She placed her hands
against his hard chest, her nails curling, scraping his flesh.
When he pulled away, dragging in a long, ragged breath, she leaned forward, licking a path from his neck
to his shoulder, rubbing her lips back and forth against powerful muscle. He still smelled like pine and
musk and all the things that made her breasts ache and her pussy throb.
“Yes, Claire. Touch me, Luv.” His voice was barely above a whisper when her fingertips passed over his
flat, male nipples. When she lightly dragged her nails over the nubby points, his hiss told her all she
needed to know. Leaning down slightly, she ran the tip of her tongue along the hard center, circling it
before capturing it between her teeth. She nipped and licked, alternately sucking it into her mouth and
blowing cool air against it.
“Enough,” he growled, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her hair, gently forcing her head up.
Claire watched as Nigel’s head descended slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as his lips caressed hers.
Slower this time, softer. Claire couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her; his touch was magic.
He fumbled with the belt of her robe, pushing the silky fabric from her shoulders to pool at her feet. She
didn’t even think to protest. She was entranced by his slow seduction of her mouth. He had yet to touch her
below the neck and the lust and anticipation was killing her second by second.
Unable to stand his gentle ministrations for one second longer, Claire grabbed his hips and pulled him to
her. The rigid outline of his cock through his jeans dug into her hip and they both gasped. Her hands
skimmed up his ribcage and she opened her mouth, sliding her tongue along his, savoring his heat. One
minute she was in control, running her hands over smooth skin, her tongue dancing along his. The next,
Nigel’s fingers dug into her hips and he hoisted her onto the counter, moving lightning fast between her
thighs.
“Fuck. You drive me mad, woman,” he whispered against her mouth. “I can’t wait another minute, Claire.
Not another fucking second.”
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