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A Beyond Club Desire Erotic Gem story
M/M, Anal Sex, BDSM, Toys, Spanking, Bondage
Short Story, Contemporary
Get your rocks off however you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your fantasy in the Club.
Lonely hearts will find a way to mend and grow, especially with cuffs involved.
Jake Charles rules the Toy Box room of Club Desire. Whatever toys the doms want, he supplies. He’s happy with his job, but wants more—especially with Master Tony. There’s only one catch. Master Tony hasn’t noticed him. When the Master comes calling for toys, Jake’s got to decide if he wants to keep his happy but lonely existence or put himself in Master Tony’s arms and gain the desire he desperately needs.
Anything is possible at Club Desire.
Available at Resplendence Publishing: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8/712-978-1-60735-818-3–needing-desire-club-desire-series-book-five-by-megan-slayer.html
©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights Reserved
Jake made his way down the corridor. The thick carpet muffled his footsteps. The dim light made the deep blue paint on the walls seem softer, almost like velvet. He stopped in front of Master Tony’s door. Being in the blue corridor meant the dom had been at the club awhile and had earned a special room. Jake knocked on the door and waited.
“Come in,” Master Tony said from within the room.
Jake twisted the knob and opened the door. Master Tony’s space had been decked out with the same thick carpet and blue paint. “Here you are, sir. All the toys you’ve requested as well as the lube and rubbers.”
“On the table.” Master Tony stood beside the leather-upholstered table. Plastic had been stretched out under the furniture. He rocked on the balls of his feet, making the plastic crackle with each movement. “I assume you brought everything.”
“Yes, sir.” Jake left the tray on the table then stepped away from Master Tony. “Anything else, sir?”
“Yes. Do you wish to play?”
Jake wobbled on his feet. He couldn’t believe his ears. Master Tony wanted to know if he wished to play? He hadn’t thought Master Tony was interested. The last thing he knew, Master Tony had a sub. Although Jake had been hurt before, he wanted to open his heart to the dom.
“I asked you a question.” Master Tony stepped up to Jake. He stood about five inches taller than Jake, but the difference seemed greater when they were next to each other. “Well?”
Jake’s heart hammered. He could say no and keep his situation uneventful or he could accept a chance to change his life for a few hours and submit to the man he craved.
Jake nodded then bowed his head. “Yes, sir. I’d like to play.”
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Just in time for holiday reading!
Save 25% when you purchase the series in these convenient boxed sets!
Free Agent – (prequel novella) She’s more than he bargained for.
Inside Heat – Book 1 – It’s all fun and games until someone falls in love.
Going Deep – Book 2 – Control is the name of the game.
Bases Loaded – Book 3 – He’s through playing games.
Switch Hitter – Book 4 – He’s at home on both sides of the plate.
Spring Training – Book 5 – It takes discipline to play the game.
Strike Out – Book 6 – She’ll break his game down into a science.
Seasoned Veteran – Christmas Novella – There’s no age limit on falling in love.
SNOW CHEETAH – Chronicles of Kassouk by Vijaya Schartz. Although this is a series, each book can be fully enjoyed separately as each features different characters at a different point in time. ENJOY.
On a mission to annex a planet for Earth, Captain Martial Terrien faces a culture with incredible psychic abilities, and falls for its lovely queen.
Natalia, future queen of Kassouk, pressured into bonding with a power-hungry prince, yearns to improve her people’s lives. She finds the handsome Earth captain a refreshing distraction, despite his five fingers and ridiculous claim of being human, like the lowly workers of her world.
Captain Martial Terrien, nano-enhanced Space Marine from Earth, is on a secret, desperate mission to find his people a new home. The unexpected population on the chosen planet complicates his task, especially since the ruling caste can read minds, levitate, and teleport at will. Furthermore, the lovely princess and her pet cheetah take a shine to him, and beautiful women always spelled disaster in his past.
Natalia’s jilted suitor, determined to reign at any cost, vows to annihilate the Earthlings. When the conflict escalates, can Martial obey Earth Central Command, or will he jeopardize the future of his race to save Natalia and her people?
When her arm weakened and her steps grew shaky, he did a somersault over her head, leaving her confused. Then he shoved her sideways, and tackled her. He pinned her to the soft mat, face up, while he held her sword arm to the floor.
He had her.
Her hair came undone around her head, like a bright halo on the soft gray mat, and her luminous green gaze locked with his. Her lips opened slightly, and he couldn’t help but stare. She looked so helpless, her chest heaving. Her eyes unfocused and her pupils dilated. She was not playing the game anymore… neither was he.
Her breath hitched. He lowered his face to hers and hovered closer to marvel at her beauty. She kept staring at him. He couldn’t resist the temptation to probe her mind. A mistake. She was calling to him, wanting him to kiss her. He lowered his gaze to her mouth and she licked her slightly open lips. How could he possibly resist her sensual call?
Slowly, deliberately, he brushed her pliant lips, enjoying the soft contact. When she tasted him with a lick, he held his fire, afraid she would balk at a fierce response. She had to be a virgin. Then she let go of the sword. He relaxed his hold, and she caressed his hair.
The sensation of her six-fingered hand on his head awakened shored up needs he could no longer contain. Cupping her fiery mane, he claimed her mouth and ravished it with the fervor of a starving man.
She moaned softly and arched under him, as if seeking body contact. Flashes of all the disastrous consequences their relationship could bring barely cooled his lust, but he must stop this now.
He steeled himself against the separation and rose slowly, with great reluctance.
She sat up on the mat, staring at him.
“I’m so sorry.” He turned away. He couldn’t watch her like that. “It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Why not?” The disappointment in her voice and in her mind sliced him deeper than a sword.
“You are promised to another man.” As good an excuse as any. The truth was too ugly to tell. His mission might require him to annihilate her entire race.
“I do not intend to become Kaylar’s mate.” The indignant tone told much about her dislike for the man.
Martial stiffened, closing his fists, then he faced her again. “I hope we can still be friends.”
“Friends?” Tears welled in her beautiful green eyes.
“Or colleagues… diplomat and future queen.” Martial still needed more information on the Starlings.
She swallowed a sob, quickly wiped a tear, then composed her face. “Maybe when you see more of our culture, you will understand that although our females often take a submissive role, we do have a choice in the matter. We are civilized.”
“Of course, you are.” He certainly felt like the Neanderthal here.
She rose from the floor and tossed her long wavy hair behind the shoulders of her impeccable white body suit. “Then shall we meet again tomorrow?” Hope softened her face. “I planned to show you our hydroponic installations.”
“I accept, but I must bring my team.” For his own protection. He didn’t want to repeat past mistakes. And mistakes would certainly be made if he spent too much time alone with her.
A contender for the world title, professional bull rider Judd Romeo defies death for a living. Now he must deal with the death of his mother by settling her estate. Returning home to Kentucky, he runs smack dab into the arms of his high school sweetheart, a woman he has never forgotten.
Veterinarian Mandy Sullivan learned early on that risk-takers are trouble. Having custody of her sister’s child, she is working hard to be both mother and father to the abandoned girl, and doesn’t count on trouble showing up next door.
Mandy discovers she can’t avoid the famous cowboy she’s never quite put out of her mind. When Mandy’s sister comes home threatening to take away the little girl Mandy loves as her own, will she realize Judd is not the same man he was back then?
“Short Go” at a PBR Event in Dallas, Texas
“That’s one rank sonofabitch. Good draw you got, Romeo.”
Judd Romeo nodded. “Yep, he’s a mean ’un.” Perched on top of a six-foot deep metal chute, a leather bull rope clutched in his right hand, he acknowledged the flank man.
“Ain’t named Bad to the Bone for nuthin’,” the other man said.
Judd turned his attention to the 1900-pound Charolais-cross bull beneath him in the chute. It was good luck to draw last year’s bucking bull of the year. All he had to do was stick on this sucker for eight seconds and he’d have a win. No doubt about it.
Judd expelled a deep breath and rubbed his wet palms across his Wranglers. Pre-ride jitters. Nothing unusual. He’d gotten them before. He’d have them again. If he didn’t get ’em, he didn’t get that edge he needed to stay on one of these big, bad bulls.
Still, Judd’s gut twisted as he eyed stock contractor Tim Wilson’s bull. Other riders said this bull lived up to his name, and they talked about how Bad to the Bone threw up his head and smashed a guy’s face once. Yet the bull was allowed back into the chutes, and cowboys kept trying to ride him.
Now it was Judd’s turn. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. A thin line of sweat peppered his lip. He backhanded it off. Winning was the reason he had busted his butt on the circuit. He was a professional bull rider and a damn good one. This year he had a legitimate shot at the world title and the million dollar bonus.
Too bad his father didn’t care.
Why think about Jared Romeo now? His dad had never approved of him, let alone his desire to ride bulls for a living.
He had proven his old man wrong, hadn’t he?
Judd drew a breath. Damn, why was he was chewing on the past when he needed to focus?
He slowly put on his leather riding glove, directing his gaze toward the packed arena. How he loved this life. The noisy crowd. The blaring rock music and high-tech pyrotechnics. The earthy smells of dirt, sweat and manure. The camaraderie and danger. Eight seconds of heart-stopping thrills. Stunned silence when a competitor didn’t get up. Applause and cheers when the cowboy stood and staggered like a drunk out of the arena.
His father had never understood this excitement. The beauty of man tackling beast.
Mandy didn’t get it either. He had loved that girl in high school, but she had just seen the danger and walked away from him.
Judd looked away from the crowd. Riding bulls was all he wanted to do. All he knew how to do. It was in his blood.
He tried to swallow over the lump in his throat. His mother had appreciated his passion. She had understood.
The chute boss turned to him. “You’re up, Romeo.”
Judd’s head snapped up. “Right.”
His pulse kicked up a notch. Time to ride. This one’s for you, Mom.
Judd rubbed more rosin on his gloved riding hand and tugged his black Resistol down over his eyes. He plucked a mouthpiece out of the pocket of his protective vest and popped it into his mouth. Ready, he slipped from the railing and eased down on the bull’s flat back.
Bad to the Bone snorted and shifted in the chute. Judd slid his gloved hand into the leather handle of the bull rope, and another cowboy leaned over the railing to cinch the rope around the animal’s girth. Judd’s lips tightened.
“He usually goes out three or four big jumps,” the flank man warned, “and then spins like a sonofabitch.”
Judd jerked a nod of thanks, his total concentration now on the rope in his right hand. He sucked a deep breath and glanced at the other cowboy beside him.
“You gonna suicide it, Romeo?”
Judd knew the risks of a suicide wrap. He also knew the rewards. Expertly he wrapped the rope around his gloved hand and the bull strap. Next he split the little finger from the others with a second wrap. For good measure, he pounded his curled, leather-covered fingers with his left fist.
Then with his grip secure, he scooted up over the right hand and tightened his legs against the bull. Blood rushed in his ears. He gulped another quick breath.
The gate flew open and the bull blew out of the chute jumping high into the air. The animal lunged thirty feet in two jumps and spun to the right, kicking high. Judd gripped the bull rope. Each jerk wrenched his riding arm and shoulder socket.
Riding directly in the center of the bull’s back, he dug the blunt rowels of his spurs into the animal’s hide. His free hand snapped at a ninety-degree angle over his head. His insides churned like a cement mixer.
Bad to the Bone changed tactics and spun faster to the left. Judd went with him. Forcing air through his lungs, he concentrated on staying in the center. He didn’t want to drop down into the middle of the spin. His inner clock ticked away six seconds.
Judd opened up and began spurring the bull. His timing was good. He was making points, but his calves no longer touched the animal’s sides. Any lurch or twist could dust his butt into the dirt.
Damn, this is good. No amount of money could buy this kind of high. He was winning. Riding the rankest damn bull on the circuit and beating the socks off the competition.
The eight-second buzzer signaled the end of the ride. He’d stuck it! The crowd roared its approval.
Like a fool, he kept riding. He loved it. The only thing better would be seeing his father’s face when he won the world title.
Preparing to dismount Judd yanked the tail of the rope to release his riding hand. The bull switched directions at that moment, bucking hard, and jerked him down and away from his grip. His hand caught up in the rope.
Judd fell, still attached to the powerful bull thrashing beneath him. Whipping from side to side like laundry in a stiff breeze, he tried to get his feet under him to lunge back on top of the creature so he could release the pressure on the rope. It was the only way to free his hand.
A bullfighter dashed to the opposite side of the bull, grabbing at the rope. “Judd, I’ll getcha!”
Gritting his teeth, Judd stretched his free hand toward his entangled fist. The bull was too fast, too erratic. Finally the spinning and bucking motion ripped his hand free.
Judd slammed face first into the dirt. The bull’s hoof skimmed over his head.
A second bullfighter intervened, shouting at the bull and tossing his hat in the opposite direction to provide a distraction. The bull swerved to charge the courageous bullfighter. Judd sucked in desperate gasps of breath and speed-crawled away from the flying hooves and sharp horns. When he scrambled to his feet, he lurched toward the rail.
The first bullfighter reached his side. “You okay?”
Searing pain shot down his right arm and up his neck. “My arm hurts like hell.”
Judd let his riding arm hang by his side. He raised his good, left hand and high-fived the bullfighter. “Thanks, Buzz. I owe you.”
“Just doing my job.” The bullfighter grinned. He reached down and snatched Judd’s hat out of the dirt.
Judd took it. An approving burst of applause and cheers shook the arena. He battled a surge of nausea, but still managed to acknowledge the fans with a wave of his hat. Then a doctor from the sports medicine team reached him.
“You got ninety,” the doc said, ushering him out of the arena. “Highest score of the night. Puts you in the lead.”
He had won. It had been the best ride of his life. Winning this event kept him in first place for the world championship title and the million dollar bonus.
Taking deep breaths, Judd reached the gate and turned back to the arena. The barrel man climbed into his padded barrel, his clown smile spreading wide across the white greasepaint that covered his face. The pickup man spurred his horse into position at the end of the arena.
“Let’s look at that shoulder, Judd.”
Judd winced. “Sure, doc.”
Sweat spiked his brow. Although it hurt like crazy, he knew he’d be okay. With a few weeks before the next set of competitions before the October finals in Las Vegas, he had time to heal.
Judd turned away from the noise and the lights. Hot pain throbbed in his shoulder, but it didn’t match the pain in his heart.
He would take care of his arm, and then he would go home to Kentucky. Back to say good-bye to his Mom and take care of her things. Mandy would be there. But his father wouldn’t be.
Maybe it was time to extinguish the torch he had carried for damn too long.
Books in the Series:
- Kentucky Cowboy—Bull rider/veterinarian—She dumped him in high school, because he was a risk-taker.
- Kentucky Woman—Banker/exercise rider—She loved him when she was a teenager, but they never connected.
- Kentucky Flame—American Saddlebred Horse trainers—She had his baby, but he left not knowing the truth.
- Kentucky Groom—Teacher/software designer and Saddlebred groom—She can’t afford to fall in love with a lowly groom.
- Kentucky Bride—American Saddlebred Horse trainer/CEO—She rejected him once, but he’s willing to try again.
- Kentucky Heat—Country music singer/artist—She doesn’t need to take on another project, but he won’t take no for an answer. (Sequel to Kentucky Bride.)
- Kentucky Rain—Divorced single mom/security consultant—She has responsibilities to her daughter and herself, not to the handsome guy next door. (Mentions characters from Kentucky Cowboy.)
- Kentucky Blue Bloods—Kentucky horse breeder/British thoroughbred breeder and owner—She wants to save the family horse farm, but he has other ideas.
Jan Scarbrough is the author of the popular Bluegrass Reunion series, writing heartwarming contemporary romances about family and second chances, and if the plot allows—horses. Living in the horse country of Kentucky makes it easy for Jan to add small town, Southern charm to her books, and the excitement of a horse race or a competitive horse show. A member of Novelist, Inc., Jan has published with Kensington, Five Star, ImaJinn Books, Resplendence Publishing and Turquoise Morning Press.
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No one crosses Parker Stuart, caretaker to his family’s thoroughbred racing empire. Parker retaliates against anyone who dares slight him or his blue-blooded British family, especially Regina Ward and her poker-playing father. The previous spring, Reggie had had the nerve to walk out on him after a torrid, three-week affair. Now, when Parker arrives in Kentucky to collect his family’s winnings, he’s determined to settle the score with the lovely Ms. Ward.
Regina Ward doesn’t consider herself a damsel in distress. After all, this is America, and she’s accustomed to depending upon herself. However, when her father loses four of the yearlings from their central Kentucky horse farm in a poker game, Reggie knows it’s up to her to save what’s left of her family’s homestead and her proud Kentucky heritage. Can she do it when Parker Stuart, the most arrogant and infuriating Brit she’s ever met, shows up in the Bluegrass?
11/8 – Giveaway Update
*Congrats to Veronique and Colleen! Two comments, two winners!*
Sometimes you have to tear everything down and start over…
Private security specialist Samantha Jane Carson gets the surprise of her life when she arrives at Blake Enterprises for the annual security audit. Instead of her usual contact, she’s greeted by the company president himself, the sexy and elusive J.J. Blake. It’s her job to know everything about the Blake family, and J.J.’s recent divorce is the talk of the town. Women are lined up to become the next Mrs. Blake, and who wouldn’t want to be? J.J.’s gorgeous, rich, and has stormy green eyes that hold women captive.
J.J. Blake is making some major changes in his life. Freshly divorced from ex-wife Eden, he’s building a new house, coming to terms with the injury that ended his NFL career, and is ready to start fresh—without romance complicating things. His friends and family encourage him to get back into the dating pool, but he’d rather not be sucked into those rough waters again. Work is the obvious diversion, and he opts to handle the security audit himself for some good old-fashioned guy/tech work. But when Sam Carson walks into his office, J.J.’s brought up short. The “Sam” he was expecting turns out to be Samantha—beautiful, smart, and a tough-as-nails ex-cop in a polished, professional package. And she’s just the kind of woman who could drag him under…
J.J. Blake woke to find his bed empty and a note from Eden on the pillow saying she didn’t have it in her to say goodbye. He stared at the ceiling, wishing he could stay in bed for the rest of the day with the memory of the heady, lust-filled night with his ex-wife. He’d danced with her at Seth and Morgan’s wedding. Four dances later, they’d swiped a bottle of champagne and retired to the house for one last night of passion. As soon as J.J. opened the door, years of angst let loose like a broken dam as they stripped each other and made love into the wee hours of the night. It was the perfect way to end their otherwise disastrous marriage. Sex was only time the two of them weren’t at each other’s throats.
He roamed around his living room, taking one last look at the place. After two weeks of scouring the house he was pretty sure he’d removed anything of sentimental value. A picture of Eden and him on their wedding day sat on the mantle. It hadn’t been there yesterday. She must have brought it with her. He picked it up and smiled, thinking how happy and clueless he’d been back then. Still, it had no place in the house anymore, so he snagged it and put it in the kitchen trash. Satisfied, he went outside to put a few things in his truck.
“Mr. Blake, we should be ready for phase two in about a half hour.”
He nodded at the foreman. “Thanks, Jesse.”
A truck headed toward them on the road. He could see his mother’s red hair peeking over the steering wheel. She parked and cut the engine.
J.J. helped her get out of the vehicle. “Good morning, Momma.”
“Good morning baby. Is Eden here? I saw you leave with her last night.” She looked around for her daughter-in-law’s car.
“She left hours ago. Did you want to say goodbye?”
“No, we said our goodbyes. We had a long talk last night.”
J.J. furrowed his eyebrows. “You did?”
Teri-Lyn touched his arm. “I told her that I’m sorry things turned out the way they did and I wished her the best.”
“Wow. Thanks for saying that Momma.”
“Just because the two of you didn’t work out doesn’t mean there isn’t true happiness out there for each of you.”
“If this relationship has taught me one thing, it’s that I’m just not cut out for marriage.”
“You can’t mean that.”
“Yes, I do. It took seven years to figure that out and I will not go through it again.”
“Promise me you’ll think about it some more before you cast that die into the universe.”
The rest of the family was beginning to arrive. J.J.’s brother Seth pulled up and was helping his wife Morgan and their kids out of their truck.
Morgan came over and kissed him on the cheek. “Hey, J.J.”
“Can’t wait to see this surprise you have for us.” Seth laughed as he balanced his twin boys Connor and Colby in each arm.
“Just a little spring cleaning.” J.J. scooped his Jake nephew into his arms.
It was time to begin anew and it felt right to have his family with him when he did it. The rest of the family began pulling up. John Jacob, Tyler and Channing arrived together in his dad’s truck while Tate and Isabelle came riding up on horseback. J.J. scanned the Blake clan, who were all assembled on his front lawn. Morgan’s mouth gaped open when she spied the button in his hand. He winked at her and she nodded back, apparently she understood what he was trying to tell her. She gave him the inspiration, after all. He’d laughed for a half hour when he’d found that steamy romance novel she’d snuck into his briefcase during his visit to Philadelphia, but when he’d read it, he’d realized what was missing in his world.
“Thank you for coming out this morning as I bid goodbye to the past.” J.J. pressed the button and felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders when the house began to crumble. He’d gotten the idea to start over with a literal clean slate while he was traveling for business. He visited a prospective property for a land deal and was overtaken by the serenity of the open space with nothing but the blue sky and luscious greenery all around. When he saw the blueprints Morgan’s brother Jared had drawn up for Jake’s tree house, he knew he’d found the right architect to help him design his new home.
No one really knew what to say; the look of shock and awe was plastered on their faces. Finally his brother Tate started clapping. The rest of the family, including the twins, Connor and Colby, joined Tate.
“Uncle J.J., your house go boom.” Jake clapped.
“It sure did. Now I get to build a new one that will have a great room for you, Connor and Colby.”
“Yay!” Jake clapped harder.
“Is this your way of announcing your separation?” Channing raised an eyebrow.
“Eden and I are divorced. It was finalized last month.”
“And you waited a month to tell us because…?” Seth asked.
“I didn’t want to disrupt the festivities of your wedding,” J.J. replied.
Tyler raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you two leave together last night?”
J.J. shrugged. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, I wish you the best on to the next chapter in your life,” Channing quipped.
“All I ever wanted was for you to happy.” Tate patted his shoulder.
“Me too. So what now?” Seth added.
“It’s time to rebuild.” J.J. looked on as the construction men started clearing debris.
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Stray Cats, book 4
Word Count: 18K
Page Count: 59
Release Date: September 26, 2014
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Erotic Romance, Paranormal
Themes: Shapeshifters, Magic
She’s got the flash and he’s the cat. Together they’ll create magic.
Meliana has denied her powers as a witch because she’d rather fit into society. She doesn’t want to stand out, but a woman with blue hair and the power to work magic doesn’t necessarily blend in. She got the cat in an attempt to be normal, but this kitty has a secret and it’s guaranteed to surprise.
©2014 Megan Slayer, all rights reserved
She wanted to make love to him! Hot damn. She liked him as the cat and the man. The possibility of them working out wasn’t completely gone.
Adrian cuddled in her arms. He didn’t mind being in his cat form. When he was Chaos, she snuggled him, talked to him and treated him like a king. Who wanted to pass up such a pampered life and deep love? Not him. He cherished her words of affection. There were times he’d wondered why he hadn’t been able to shift yet, but he’d given up worrying. When the Goddess wanted him to change, he’d be able to shift and not a moment sooner.
A thought occurred to him. He’d been able to shift finally and revealed himself. In order to put her at ease, he’d given in to the animal again. According to the teachings from Hildegard, he shouldn’t be able to move between the forms until he bonded with his mate. He believed he was with his mate already and knew down to his soul that Meliana belonged to him. He loved her and she seemed to love him. Could her power really be the equal for his magic? He hoped so. He also hoped she’d go through with her statement.
Meli held him up and stared into his eyes. “I can’t expect miracles, but if this isn’t some crazy-ass dream caused by one too many glasses of wine, I’ll be shocked. I want you to stay here with me. Stay in your cat form, if you can, until morning so I can process what’s going on. My brain isn’t accepting what I’m seeing because I’m tired and a little drunk.”
He blinked. In his feline form, he couldn’t answer her. The blink would have to suffice. When she plunked him onto the bed, he scrambled to the pillow beside her and curled up. If staying in his cat form made her feel better, then he’d do whatever she wanted. He needed her to trust him.
Adrian stayed beside her as she slept. He needed to protect her — from what, he didn’t know. He wondered about his brothers. Where were they and were they safe?
Did they end up with loving partners and able to shift? He missed them and hoped they were still alive.
He snuggled closer to Meli. He enjoyed her warmth. He’d fallen in love with her practically from the first day he’d been in her home. When he closed his eyes, he dreamed about her. Each of the times he’d watched her with her ex-boyfriend, Lane, he imagined himself in Lane’s position. His body warmed and tingled. He longed to wrap his arms around her and kiss every inch of her. The sight of her naked body, even in his memory, sent shivers through his being.
Adrian, she’d moan. Make love to me.
He rubbed his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her. Yeah, he wanted to make love to her. Right now. He wanted to roll her over and burrow inside her until they blurred together as one.
“Chaos.” Meli’s scream startled him. “You promised.”
“Huh?” He glanced down at himself, but didn’t register what he was seeing. If he’d been able to answer, then he’d shifted. Shit. “Sorry.”
“And you’ve got a boner.”