Summer days in the city are hot. The nights are hotter, especially if your hero is a werewolf and your heroine is a mountain cat.
Kissa Troy mistakenly believes she’s safe in her identity as Beth Smith. No one knows she’s a mountain cat shifter and hiding from the Catamounts, a dangerous shifter cult. One day, a sexy alpha wolf walks into her life. Shaking off a determined wolf isn’t easy. When she’s tracked down by the Catamounts, Kissa turns to the wolf for protection.
Wolves and mountain cats are natural enemies, but all it takes is one breath and Clay Thunder is hooked. The sex is hot. The attraction is undeniable. She may be a cat with trouble on her tail, but she’s the one.
Still. A wolf and a mountain cat?
Kissa fisted his hair. “I hope you’re as good as you look.”
Challenge flashed in his eyes. He molded his hands to her ass and backed her toward the bed.
Like her, he’d been suppressing his desires. She expected he’d strip her fast and take her hard. Instead, he kissed her as if they had all the time in the world instead of a couple of hours that would pass far too quickly.
A great kisser, the wolf lingered, savoring the moment, making her burn. Each stroke of his tongue stoked the flames.
If he didn’t take her soon, she’d surely shatter.
Kissa tugged at Clay’s sweatshirt. She’d been admiring his hunky physique from afar for days. Now she wanted to feel the smoothness of his skin and the sleekness of his muscles. She yearned to see what his loose shorts had kept hidden from view.
Responding to her urgency, Clay yanked off his shirt. Buttons and zippers were undone, shoes were discarded and clothes tossed aside. They came together in a heated frenzy, falling onto the bed.
The skin-to-skin contact searing her skin, Kissa gasped.
Hot, heavy and thick, he thrust deep, melting her fears, making her his, making them one.
Lips met, tongues tangled, hands groped. Each undulation wanted, needed. She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. A wolf and a cat. It shouldn’t work, but it did.
Pure alpha male, Clay was searing heat and straining muscles.
She nipped his shoulder and dragged her nails down his back.
“Cat has found her claws.”
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