Lure Of The Blood
(Lure Series #1)
by
Doris O'Connor
Marnie's decision to
finance her law degree by pole dancing awakens her latent sexuality, and
the mysterious stranger lurking in the shadows sends her libido into
overdrive.
Realizing her sexy lurker is a vampire is bad enough,
but her boss is the alpha wolf of a pack of shifters? Torn between her
attraction to both men and surrounded by danger, she has a decision to
make. One that will change her life forever.
Preview Excerpt
A ruthless determination emanated from the man carrying her up the
stairs, three at a time, as easily as though she weighed no more than a
feather. His heartbeat thundered in her ear as erratically as her own
and his arms tightened around her, when she wriggled closer into the
warmth of his skin, not able to stop her instinctive need to lick his
chest.
The scent and very essence of Ion exploded on her tongue.
Need slamming into her, all thoughts of injuries fled her befuddled
brain, when Ion pinned her against the wall, the minute they reached the
safety of the bedroom.
He slid her down his naked body with
infinite slowness and they groaned in unison when his rock-hard erection
made brief contact with her groin on the way down. Marnie couldn’t
breathe, couldn’t think. She was locked in the prison of Ion’s arms,
every cell in her body craving his touch. Her knees buckled when he
sniffed her neck, inhaling deeply. One of his thighs, between her legs,
stopped her descent and his wolf’s grumble vibrated through her, causing
more moisture to seep through her soaked thong. He had to feel that!
Heat rose in her cheeks, even as his cock seemed to grow bigger still, a
hard shaft against her belly, setting her skin alight where it touched
through the thin barrier of her summer dress.
Ion’s barely
controlled growl in her ear was the most arousing sound she had ever
heard. His delicious scent intensifying around her, she didn’t even try
to stop the needy moan escaping on a shuddery breath of air.
“Ion, please.”
“What, little one?”
The
rasp of his rough tongue along her sensitive neck stopped Marnie from
being able to respond at all, as the friction his tongue created sent
sparks of electricity dancing across her body. Every lick along her
fevered skin pitched her arousal higher, until the whole world was
centred on the next trail of friction along her jaw. Her hips moved of
their own accord, grinding her core into Ion’s roughened thigh, until
the iron grip of his hands on her hips stopped her.
“Easy, little
one. This will be so much better if we go slowly. I want to taste every
inch of you, drink your cream and make you come again and again against
my tongue and then, only then, my sweet will you feel my cock so deep
inside you, you will never want to leave me.”
The hands on her
hips softened, as Marnie froze. Shivers of excitement or fear or both,
she couldn’t be quite sure which, danced along her spine at the images
those growled words created. Her hands clung to his shoulders and she
lost herself in his predatory smile, when she risked a glance up at his
face. The eyes of his wolf were looking down on her and he crowded her
further against the wall. Her breasts flattened against his chest and
his thigh moved sinuously against her core.
“So wet, my little one. Tell me, is this bounty all for me?”
A
renewed surge of moisture was his answer and his eyes darkened further.
She could feel his claws slowly dragging along her sides as his hands
wandered to her neck and he pulled back slightly, one hand cupping her
breast through the fabric of her dress, whilst his head lowered and
Marnie’s eyes fluttered closed in anticipation of his invasion.
The
gentleness of the kiss that followed took her breath away. Not the
harsh invasion she had been expecting, but a tender seduction of lips
and teeth, coaxing her to open on a sigh. Ion slipped into that moan,
his tongue exploring every part of her mouth with agonising slowness,
whilst his hand on her nipple rubbed and teased, every roll sending
shards of pure pleasure between her thighs. Desperate to take the kiss
deeper, her tongue sought his, but every time she tried he withdrew with
a muttered growl, shaking his head and the hand on her breast stopped
its intimate massage.
“I told you, we’re taking this slow, little one. I have no wish to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me, Ion. Please, I need you.”
Something
hot and dangerous flashed across his face at her whispered plea, the
grip on her tightening for an instant. He smiled, the fangs of his wolf
clearly visible, and Marnie held her breath at the struggle she sensed
in him. The hand on her breast gripped the front of her dress and with
one quick flick of his sharp claws the dress ripped, exposing her to his
hungry gaze from the waist down. She sucked in her tummy on a shuddered
moan as those menacing claws ran a trail over the soft skin of her
abdomen, skimming the top of her thong with a feather touch, before he
withdrew his claws and his fingers dipped under the elastic. His thigh
spread her wider, as his fingers hovered over her clit and he resumed
the kiss, his raspy tongue duelling with hers, until she thought she was
going to dissolve into a sodden mess of drool and need.
His breathing was as heavy as hers when he finally pulled back, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room.
“What makes you so sure I won’t hurt you. You’re such a little thing. You have no idea what my wolf could do to you.”
Marnie
couldn’t breathe under the intensity of his fevered gaze. Of course she
knew what he could do. Had she not seen his wolf in action mere minutes
ago, about to rip Lucas to shreds? Terror slammed into her anew, not at
Ion’s wolf, but at what could have happened to him, and she bit her lip
so hard she could taste her own blood.
Ion released her with a
muffled curse, all traces of his wolf gone. The flash of pain she saw in
his eyes, before he turned his back on her, sliced straight through her
heart.
“Good, I knew you’d come to your senses.”
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.
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