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All Lycans Eve
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| Blurb
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EROTICA
A misdirected email invitation to a Halloween party is an opportunity for Callie
Jones to shed her inhibitions and become a liberated woman looking
for a night of wild, hot sex.
Kean Phelan, alpha male, expected a night of fun and fornication for himself
and the males of his pack. A full moon brings out the animal for a night of
rutting, which is why he's invited escorts to entertain.
What happens when Kean realizes Callie isn't one of his escorts...but his mate?
Can he protect her, fight for her, and ultimately claim her once the pack discovers
an outsider amongst them?
Will Callie accept Kean and take her place as his mate?
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Excerpt
Erotica
Fuck! Sweat trickled down Kean's spine. Every muscle tightened painfully,
including his cock swelling in his jeans. Saliva pooled in the back of his mouth.
A feral growl rolled from his chest as his canines lengthened to sharp points.
Sweet, heady pheromones drifted on the air. Kean refused to turn around. This
was not happening. Fuck instinct.
He had to look. Fierce, driving hunger tore through his gut. The hairs on his
arms thickened. Fighting down the need to shift, he took a deep breath. Big
mistake. Her essence filled his nose, flaring his nostrils. Ethmoidal cells,
deep in the back of his throat committed her scent to memory.
The woman sauntered up to the bar. He could smell her sex, wet and ripe. Closing
his eyes, he reached under the table unable to stop himself from stroking his cock
through the thick denim. Of all the places to find his mate… Hell no! His hand
jerked. His mate was not a prostitute. However, he would claim her for his own
pleasure tonight.
Taking his drink from the table, he crossed the room feeling the adrenaline of the
hunt heat his blood. Colored, overhead, mood lighting reflected off her hair
hanging past her shoulders in silky blonde waves. High heels led to trim calves
and sexy, curved hips. She hitched that hip onto the bar stool and then slid
fully onto the seat. Others smelled her strong scent. It drew the males to her,
seeking out a taste of the nectar between her legs. Rage boiled in his gut when
she turned and smiled at the pup on her left.
Like all the women at the party, her maturity was evident in her confident
posture. As if she felt his stare, she glanced in his direction. She was what he
found most attractive in an older human woman. Most wolves preferred fucking
mature women. Experienced with life and not looking for permanent relationship,
far less potential for complications.
Kean softened the stiffness of his lips and smiled. The woman spun on her chair,
crossed her silk covered legs, and boldly watched him approach. He liked
confidence.
Something shifted in her scent. Beneath the subtle fragrance of her perfume, she
began to sweat. He made her nervous. Her dangling foot began to jiggle. Waves
of strong sexual desire radiated off her honeyed flesh making his heart race and
his blood pump, droning out the heavy thump of the music.
Tonight the emotions coiling tight in his stomach confused him. He should only
want to bury his cock in her silken sheath and rut under the moon. Instead, her
intelligent eyes and full lips plucked at his heartstrings. His instinct was to
care for her. Christ, these were feelings a wolf felt for his mate. Not a
Halloween hooker!
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