Sinopa Breckenridge is restless. Something is bubbling just under her skin, making her shiver and sweat at the same time. So she runs to Last Chance, Alaska, to deal with it in private. But she doesn’t count on Crevan Dakota. His very presence ruins any chance she has of taming the beast clawing for release under her skin. In fact, being with him is about to set the beast free.
To make things worse, shifters have been disappearing from Last Chance, and a killer is stalking Sin. When the situation heats up, it’s gonna take every resource the two of them can muster to keep Sin alive!
Sin’s nostrils twitched as unfamiliar scents assailed her. Her ears buzzed with a cacophony of strange sounds. She closed her eyes, leaning a hand against the wall as a wave of dizziness overtook her. Her hand shook, and her skin was cold and hot at the same time. Nausea roiled in her gut as charcoal gray pulled at the edges of her vision. She swayed, teetered, and her knees started to buckle.
But, as she started toward the floor, a superheated pair of arms caught and enfolded her, pulling her off her feet. She sighed against the broad, hard chest, inhaling Crevan’s now familiar scent. Her body responded with immediate, intense heat. Her muscles tightened, her nipples perked, and her pussy clenched hopefully, sending moisture sliding down her thigh at his nearness.
She’d never had such an intense reaction to a man. Acting strictly on impulse, she lifted her head and kissed his jawline, her tongue sliding out to trace the bristly contour, nibbling on the strong, dimpled chin, and moving toward the most exquisitely soft lips…
Something rumbled against her side, and she realized he was laughing.
“You keep that up, and you’re not gonna get much rest, little fox.”
Her ears rang and her mind was muzzy, his words like unfathomable puffs of air floating past, but she liked the tenderness in them. And the feel of his arms around her body was heaven.
Sin nuzzled the warm column of his throat and sighed, giving herself over completely into his care, trusting him while knowing she shouldn’t. Something about him called to her.
He carried her into a room that smelled of flowers and was so bright it hurt her eyes. Groaning softly, Sin threw her hand over her face.
“Oh, sorry. I’ll close these.”
The light dimmed and Sin sighed. He sat down, draping her across his knees, and something hard poked her in the thigh. She squirmed against the long, hard thing, trying to get comfortable.
He sucked in a breath and placed a large hand on her hip, stilling her. “You’re killin’ me here, pretty fox. I thought some hot water might help, but now I’m thinkin’ I might need a cold shower instead.”
Water splashed somewhere nearby and the scent of flowers grew, strengthened. She smiled, enjoying the way his muscles flexed against her skin as he jostled her. He adjusted her until the hard thing pushed insistently on her buttocks. Licking her lips, Sin pressed against it, feeling an answering pulse in her sensual core. She decided she liked the hard thing.
Crevan groaned, standing, and held her in one arm as he jerked and twisted until, finally, she felt bristly hair and heated skin where once there’d been rough denim and soft flannel. Then he wrapped both arms around her again, and took a step, slowly lowering her until she was draped along his body, the hard thing jumping hopefully between them.
Hot, silky water enveloped her sore muscles, and she moaned with delight as it eased some of the soreness away. A moment later, though Crevan remained delightfully hard behind her, Sin’s muscles started to loosen and she relaxed into the embrace of the scented water with a sigh.
“That’s good. Let the pain ease away. Let it flow into the water and disappear.” His deep voice rumbled against her ear in a soothing, hypnotic beat. As he spoke, his hands skimmed along her thighs, up her torso, and along her arms, and his heart beat a hearty staccato against her back.
Sin’s muscles felt much better, though her head was still muzzy, but something twisted low in her belly, and her nipples had tightened to an almost painful state. She was filled with such need. Though she couldn’t exactly put her finger on what she needed, she knew Crevan was at the core of it. She placed her hand over his and pushed it, whimpering softly as he resisted.
“Not now, pretty fox. You’re in no condition…” He gasped as she used strength she hadn’t known she had to shove his hand between her thighs. As soon as he touched her folds her back arched, her hips lifting to press her throbbing clit against his warm, calloused fingers.
She ground herself against those fingers, ravenous for relief from the tightening knot of lust in her belly, and gave a delighted gasp as the big fingers started to move, rubbing the pulsing nub in gentle circles. Sin opened her legs wider and turned her head, sliding her tongue along his jaw, nibbling.
“Oh, God, Sin.” Crevan turned his head and captured her lips. The world exploded in a wash of bright light and sensation.