Quinn Challenor, alpha Lycan, broken warrior, grieving lover mourns the loss of the woman he adored. His memories wrapped in the past he swears never to give his heart to another. Until innocent witch Lowri arrives and shreds his cold shield along with his sanity to pieces. When Lowri and Quinn’s sister visit a castle ruins, neither realize what will be unleashed. It holds a secret, of death, every person within the walls slain by a mysterious intruder. But Lowri is unaware that the answer to what happened lies with her and that the forces of evil are preparing to claim her soul.
Quinn could tell she didn’t have a clue. Again debated lying, but now things would get interesting, he intended showing the woman his wares.
Because he went commando at all times.
Quinn wasn’t arrogant, but he was way above average in the cock stakes, apart from Ethan who was a close contender. He refused to admit he just might inch ahead of him, literally.
“You win.” Quinn waited for the news to sink in.
Her eyes flared wide in shock, and she chuckled, its wicked hoarseness rippled over him, tingling down his spine, and he was desperate to sink into her body.
Lowri pointed to his jeans. “Let’s have them off next,” her voice rolled out on a husky whisper.
Quinn rose; he didn’t bother telling her he wore nothing beneath them. He wanted to see her reaction. Carefully tugging the zip, he hitched them down, and his cock sprang free. Shrugging out of them, he stood naked before her.
He tried to curb his laughter when she slapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes closed, her mouth curved into an ‘O’ and a stain of red washed across her cheeks that appeared burning hot.
He made the mistake of dropping his gaze to her nipples; they hardened and puckered. A pulse throbbed against her throat, and she flicked her tongue across her lips. Lowri raised her eyes to his; they sparkled, questioning and something more.
Quinn stepped towards her, knocking the table over, the cards fluttering to the floor. “Fuck this.”