Dracones Book 1
by Sheri-Lynn Marean Genre: Dark Paranormal Fantasy Romance
If it lives, it can die … even immortal dragon shifters. Unfairly cursed and then mercilessly hunted for a thousand years by a powerful group of druid witches, the Dracones fight for their very survival.
After their village was massacred, Tierney and her friends fled the realm of Tartaria for Earth, keeping their identity secret. Only you can’t run from the past—a point made crystal clear when twenty-one-year-old Tierney gazes into the tormented eyes of the man she loves.
His failure to protect his brother long ago left Jax broken and full of rage. Now as his Awakening approaches, his powers grow unpredictable. If he survives the emergence of his dragon, he fears he will endanger the one he loves above all others—Tierney.
Their past catches up when Tierney has a brutal vision. The Ilyium have found them, triggering ancient instincts in the Dracones and now Tierney and Jax must overcome their legacy and learn to trust in themselves in order to avoid the Ilyium’s sinister plans.
This is the first book in the Dracones series for readers age 18+.
If you are a fan of dark, steamy, paranormal romance, get Tierney and Jax's story and be swept up into a magical world of betrayal filled with immortal dragons, shapeshifters, werewolves, wereleopards, vampires, witches and angst ridden sensual heat.
The six men’s fear was palpable as inky darkness seeped from Jax like a furious entity bent on vengeance… Their attempt to kidnap a young teen had been thwarted... Without realizing Jax was a Dracones, they did recognize him as a Supe, and grinning, they attacked…. one guy managed to get past Jax and put his knife to the kids throat. Hell no, he didn’t just do that!As the skinny teen began to shake, and his eyes widened in fear, Jax’s anger spiked. The dark rage that lurked inside him erupted, causing a cloying black cloud to seep from within him and fill the alley. Fear and piss filled the air as the screams from six throats were cut off. Blood sprayed everywhere and Jax was sucked into a vortex of horror-filled memories.
Screams of terror from long ago drifted on the wind while a fiery inferno tore mercilessly through their village. Cold, menacing death grasped anyone left alive with uncaring hands, leaving destruction in its wake. Jax tried to shake the memories free, but other memories invaded. Evil laughter haunted him as a long ago agony took over, leaving him bloody, chained and helpless. Filled with pain and shame, he struggled to get free. Then the hated voice repeatedly called him a piece of shit, telling him how weak, dirty, pathetic he was. How he’d never be any good and no one would ever love him.
Jax gripped his head, chest heaving, and pushed the ghosts of his past away. The hilts of both knives pressed into his skull as he resisted the urge to vomit. He leaned against the filthy brick wall in the dingy alleyway and fought the darkness threatening to consume him. Stop! With a growl of anger, he thumped his head back against the bricks, the pain helping ease the darkness from his mind.
The black fog dissolved, leaving the coppery scent of blood, along with an odor of weak magic, making him grimace. Chest heaving, he straightened up and turned in a circle, looking at the bodies. Damnit! I hate when this shit happens…
Dracones Book 2
Forged in the nightmare of his upbringing, twenty-one-year-old Samarias harbors a dark secret, one that as his dragon awakens, threatens to destroy not only him but those he loves as well.
After killing his Fallen father and watching his soul mate die, Sami is thrown another curve ball and ends up in a downward spiral of depression--until he’s sent on a rescue mission to Calgary.
Faced with the opportunity for a different future, Sami is conflicted. But when he’s suddenly confronted by a new enemy, a vampire that can walk in the day, along with the demons of a past he thought dead, Sami has some harsh choices to make. Choices that could make or break old and newly budding relationships.
“What are you doing here, Sami?” she whispered the question, gazing up at him.
“Brimstone…uh, needed a ride and I’m trying to help find your sister.” Sami gazed down at her, noticing that her lips were just inches from his. Her scent surrounded him, making it hard to concentrate on anything except how close she was, and the wondrous feelings racing through him.
“No, that’s not it, is it?” Her eyes narrowed angrily on him.
“I don’t understand…why do you hate me?”
“Who says I hate you?” Her eyes widened in surprise and her voice grew husky as she spoke. Cocking her head to the side just a bit, Hellfire ran her smoky eyes up and down him, making his blood boil under her gaze. Sami fought to stay calm. It sure seemed like she hated him, although now…
“I know what you want…” Her eyes continued to look him over as her hands reached out to touch him again.
“What?” Sami shivered. Her hands slowly ran up the muscles of his chest to his pecs beneath his T-shirt, before moving on to squeeze the muscles in his upper arms. He didn’t dare take his eyes off her.
“Mmm…nice…” She bit her lip as she surveyed him, silver eyes glittering with mischief. Sami’s blood ran hot and he strained against his jeans. He held his breath as her gaze slid down to his waistband. Her tongue darted out and wet her lower lip before worrying it between her teeth. Then silver eyes met his, shocking him at the fire he saw in them. “This is what you want…isn’t it?” she asked and wrapping her fingers in his hair, she pulled his head down.
The second Sami’s lips touched Hellfire’s, his blood rushed furiously in his. She tasted better than he could have ever imagined.
“This! This is what you want, isn’t it?” She breathed and pulled away, making him groan. He was on fire, and all his pain and darkness had gone. He wanted her so badly, his pulse was racing, and his dragon was roaring like a gorilla beating its chest for more.
Dracones Book 3
A newly awakened immortal Dracones with tenuous control of his dragon powers, Samarias barely survived her the first time. Now she’s back.
Coldly rejected by Hellfire, A Phoenix shifter and his soul mate, Sami struggles with a reason to live. He finds that reason after rescuing one of the very special and rare Genesis Dracones. With an unexpected second chance at happiness, he’s determined to make it work.
An unforgivable betrayal has pushed Hellfire to stand alone against the world. She vows never to allow a man into her heart again. Not even one who makes her knees weak, and her heart pound like thunder.
Only now, her sister faces danger trying to free a pack of magical wolves in another realm, and Hellfire is frantic to rescue her. With no other choice, she seeks assistance from the only male who can help them. The same one she heartlessly tossed away. Sami. Knowing she may lose her sister is heartbreaking enough, but it is possible she’ll lose more than that to the man who wants to claim her heart.
HELLFIRE FLEW THROUGH THE COLD RAINY night to her meeting. I didn’t ask for any of this. She didn’t need any more strange and fucked up in her life than she already had. She was fine the way she was and though her family relied on her, she herself didn’t need anyone. If that’s so, why does he haunt your dreams? A voice whispered in her head.
“Yeah, he haunts my dreams, but not in a good way,” Hellfire murmured as she tilted her wings and began her descent through the frigid air. But the whisper in her head just laughed. Those aren’t the dreams I mean…
Hellfire growled. She didn’t want to admit she had dreams of the sexy emerald-eyed man candy she’d tasted once, and who’d left her wanting more. What had I been thinking?
Hellfire circled the area where she was supposed to meet the one she hoped would help find her sister or at least give her some answers.
“Nix, when I find you, I’m going to wring your impulsive little neck for worrying me,” Hellfire muttered thinking about her sister, as she landed in the small moonlit clearing.
Stressed out and filled with the familiar unease that had been plaguing her since her life had flipped upside down, Hellfire shook the cold rain from her short dark hair. She grimaced when a soggy chunk of pink fell over her eye. Shoving it out of the way, she pulled her damp black wings close around her. She stayed in her Phoenix form, ready to take off if needed, while searching the darkness.
“Samuels,” she growled, sensing the presence of others close.
With barely a whisper of sound, a shadow separated from the dark trees and swiftly closed in on her. Hellfire stepped away as a sword swung at where she’d been standing. Instead of stepping away again, Hellfire moved towards the black robed swordsman and swung her wing out, spinning with it. Blood welled up from a wound in the man’s neck where the razor-sharp edge of her wing caught him. Hellfire moved in and shoved him away. Down he went, gasping for breath with his hand on his neck. She caught the movement of another only a second before it was too late and spun back around then using her body as momentum and her wings as weapons, she easily disarmed the second swordsman.
While she held her attacker’s own sword against his throat, she fought not to wince at the sharp pain in her side. She could feel blood seeping down her leg. Shit! Bloody wound re-opened…
Without moving the sword and keeping an eye on her second attacker, she glanced down at the first man. “Thought they were just feathers, did you?” She grinned.
Many had mistaken the thin, razor sharp obsidian blades in her wings for feathers. They usually didn’t live long enough to realize their mistake and it looked as if this one wouldn’t either.
“Enough.” A moment later, the shadows separated and a tall, eerie figure in a black-hooded robe stepped forward.
“Why Samuels, nice of you to join us,” Hellfire said, keeping one eye on her Ilyium captive.
“You’ve proven yourself, now let him go,” Samuels said, indicating her captive.
“They attacked me. I told you I just wanted to speak with you,” Hellfire said, feeling pissed. She didn’t need any of this shit, she already felt like crap, and now her side burned worse than when she was first hurt.
“Why did you call this meeting?” Samuels asked in a deep, yet deadly quiet voice.
Hellfire shivered not from the December chill, but rather from the feeling of danger that consumed her whenever she was around Samuels. “I’m calling in my favor.”
That caught his attention. He shot a quick glance at the Ilyium male she held at sword point, before the weight of his gaze settled on her. Hellfire stiffened up at the gleam of his eyes as he studied her, though she couldn’t see anything else of his features. “Not sure what you mean but let him go and we’ll talk.”
So, that was how he was going to play it? She’d saved his miserable ass. If she hadn’t been hiding up in the rafters that day a few years ago, Deacon’s kill squad would have finished him off. She still didn’t know why she had interfered. Samuels was still her enemy but she hated Deacon more, so maybe because the enemy of my enemy, and all that shit…
Now, she suspected he didn’t want his minions knowing he owed her a debt. “I’ll let him go, but I’m keeping his sword,” she said.
Hellfire stepped away from the hooded man and lowered the sword slightly.
“Go to the truck,” Samuels commanded the man.
“What about him?” The man nodded at his buddy who now lay dead on the ground.
“You can come back for his body later,” Samuels said and waited while his minion left the clearing then he turned back to Hellfire. “What do you want?” he asked.
“See how easy that was. I just wanted to have a conversation. We didn’t need all this,” she said, waving disdainfully down at the dead Ilyium, although she never minded killing any of these bastards. What had once been hatred among all the supernatural races was now more of a vendetta against them for murdering her parents. Now, she hated that she needed their help.
Hellfire wondered if there was going to be some unforeseen retaliation for this. What the hell, she thought with a mental shrug. She’d just add it to the list of those wanting to kill her. First, she had to eat crow, although she’d do that and worse for her family.
“I’m looking for my sister, Nix. I believe she’s in trouble and has gone to a place called Tartaria.” She could feel the Ilyium’s eyes drilling into her and had to resist the urge to squirm. Although Hellfire had no clue of his ranking in the Ilyium, there was a presence about him that had told her, right from the beginning that he was pretty powerful.
“You know why she went there, don’t you?” she asked with sudden insight.
It was a moment before he said anything. “I do. What do you want from me?”
Hellfire felt her frustration rise. “Why did the King of the Nightwalkers, Val Jean, send Were-wolves to capture my sister?” she asked, not answering his question.
Samuels glanced away for a moment. When he looked back at her, he said, “He wants to prevent her from her destiny.”
“Yes. It is prophesied that a Dos-virgin Phoenix will save the Raizarch wolves by sacrificing herself.”
“Dos-virgin Phoenix? Sacrifice?” Hellfire repeated.
“Yes, Dos as in two or in this case, a twice virgin—”
“All right. I get it,” Hellfire growled. She sucked in a breath as understanding dawned. “A Phoenix that has never had sex or gone through a fiery death.”
Hellfire also vaguely remembered Nix talking about a dream she used to have…something about saving wolves, but she didn’t remember her saying anything about a sacrifice. Had Nix always known?
“You’re telling me she dreamed of her destiny?” Hellfire asked, feeling the beginnings of panic trying to take hold.
“Yes. The Raizarch wolves were tricked into service by Val Dagan over five hundred years ago, and they need her sacrifice to escape Galias.”
“Val…? Wait. What kind of sacrifice are we talking?” she asked. Samuels didn’t answer and since she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know, she went back to the first question. “Val who?” She was trying not to think about the rest of what Samuels said, but had only ever heard of Val Jean.
“Val Dagan. He is the true Nightwalker King. He lives in the dark realm of Galias and is Val Jean’s oldest brother. He is a true tyrant.”
Hellfire looked at him in disbelief. “Val Jean has Supes experimented on, keeping the ones he fancies as pets. I think he’s taken after his brother very well actually.”
“You know nothing, little girl. Val Jean is kind compared to his brother. But if the wolves escape Galias, Val Dagan will flee Galias and we will all know what true terror is.”
“Why would he flee?” she asked.
“The wolves are all that keep his subjects in line. Without the wolves, his subjects will turn on him, and he will die.”
That didn’t sound so bad. “Couldn’t the portal just be closed after the wolves make it through, keeping Val Dagan in Galias?” she asked.
Samuels shook his hooded head slowly. “No, Val Dagan’s wizard, Arckell is the one who locked the portal thus keeping the wolves imprisoned inside Galias. It takes a lot of magic to…shall we say, overrideArckell’s magic, and open the portal. But…the blood of a Dos-virgin Phoenix during the Super-blood-moon eclipse will do it.” Samuels paused and Hellfire suspected he was debating whether to say more.
“So?” she asked, prompting him to do just that.
Samuels sighed. “If your sister succeeds in freeing the wolves then Val Dagan will have no reason to keep the portal locked. He will flee his world, and mark my words, he will cause death and destruction wherever he goes. Val Dagan believes anyone other than his Nightwalkers are mere cattle—food, to be eaten and left for dead.” Great…yet another reason to stop Nix from fulfilling her destiny.
Samuels had slowly begun to circle her as if examining her. Hellfire turned with him, keeping him within her sight.
“I know what you are thinking but you must also understand, these wolves are cursed into their wolf form when their true form is human. They are allowed to change into their human form once a week for six hours at night. It’s said this is so that any Nightwalker who wants to, can use them for sex,” he said.
Hellfire blinked, but she couldn’t let pity sway her. “Sucks to be them. How many wolves are we talking about?” she asked, once again not sure if she really wanted to know.
“Last I heard…about two-thousand.”
Huh, well, shit! “That many? Why don’t the wolves rebel?” Hellfire asked.
“Val Dagan always keeps one or two of the Raizarch king’s daughters as captives to ensure obedience.”
“Fantastic,” Hellfire muttered with a sigh. No matter what happened, others will suffer.
Dracones Book 4
Abandoned. Abused. Trust doesn’t come easy to twenty-year-old Thaniel. So when he picks up a stalker, his instincts scream run! Yet living on the streets is lonely, and she appears harmless …He should have run.
Betrayed—turned into a monster and thrust into the dark world of leopard, wolf and dragon shifters, Thaniel quickly lands in the clutches of sadistic Werewolves. Imprisoned and with no hope of escape, he finally welcomes death. Until three very strange beings enter his life. Like a beacon, they offer Thaniel an impossible dream—the promise of a home, safety, love.
Scared to believe that anyone could want him and more confused than ever, Thaniel seeks answers, only the truth may be more than his bruised heart can survive.
**For readers 17+ Can be read in sequence or standalone. Get your tissues ready and dive into Thaniel’s heart breaking, magical world to find out what happens next. *Warning* There is a sweet Polyamorous/Ménage relationship with Bisexual elements.
Heart thudding, Thaniel jerked awake, senses tingling. Someone’s here. Thaniel scanned the pitch-black room. A room he shouldn’t have been able to see anything in, but with his new night-vision eyesight, courtesy of being a monster, he saw the faint blue outline of the meat hook hanging from the ceiling.
Not letting his gaze or thoughts linger on that, he searched the small room. Even though he knew he was still alone, he couldn’t help it, something had pulled him out of the nothingness of his mind and set his skin to prickling—setting his senses on high alert.
His gaze drifted from the faint blue outline of the lightbulb overhead to the dripping tap near the end of the mattress. While he could reach the tap, his chains prevented him from reaching the dangling cord that turns the light on—of course. But at least he had water, a bucket, and a drain.
When he realized that the Were-wolves had abandoned him, it hadn’t mattered much. What had hurt was Real abandoning him, though it wasn’t a surprise. He’d expected it to happen sooner or later.
A man with little to say, Thaniel knew Real just tolerated him and would one day leave or turn on him. After all, it was what everyone did. For once, he wished someone wouldn’t leave him. Wouldn’t hurt him. He longed for someone to love him. At that thought, Thaniel let out a faint snort. That was too much to ask. Who could possibly ever want him?
For probably the millionth time he wondered what it was about him that made everyone leave him. Why was he so unlovable? What did he do wrong? All his life he’d wanted answers. He’d imagined the day he’d confront his dad, what he’d say. Then his dad would tell him it was all a big mistake, and he’d have someone who would love him once again. In reality though, he knew it was all a big fat fairy tale. It would never happen.
Finally his hunger pains ceased. Still, he continued to drink from the tap. Eventually though, he stopped caring completely whether he even lived or died, and stopped drinking. What was the point? Instead, he just lay on the mattress, unmoving. He waited for the end to take him away, dreaming of freedom from this horrible, empty world.
He’d dismissed the idea of trying to commit suicide when he learned that his new body healed much faster than normal. Besides, back then he’d still believed he might be set free, or that Real would help him escape. But now he knew the only escape would be to just let his body shut down. Surely then he’d die, wouldn’t he?
Curled up on his side, Thaniel now strained to hear whatever it was that had drawn him from oblivion. But he was locked in a soundproof room, and even with his enhanced senses, he caught nothing but the beating of his own heart. Had the wolves come back to finish him off? That would be good—end his miserable existence.
Still, his beast screamed that he wasn’t alone and the feeling grew stronger, making him tremble. What if the wolves had returned to torment him some more?
When a flashlight shone into the room from the little window set in the door, he jumped. Then he scooted up and pressed himself into the corner, drawing his legs up to his chest. No, maybe he wasn’t ready for this after all.
Then the door opened.
Filled with fear, Thaniel caught the unfamiliar scent of three people. Two males and a female. Who are they? What do they want? His trembling grew worse.
“Hey, we won’t hurt you,” a husky male voice said.
Thaniel cringed, pressing the sharp bones of his back snug into the corner. He tightened his arms around his legs, as if he could protect himself. At least his long hair, as snarled and matted as it was, hid most of his naked body. Through the filthy mess hanging from his head, he peered timidly at a dark shape in the doorway. It was a large male who had spoken.
“I’m going to turn on the light,” the voice cautioned as his visitor eased into the room.
An involuntary whimper slipped out of Thaniel as the light came on, blinding him. He sucked in a deep breath and shielded his eyes against the pain that lanced his skull.
“You’re okay. I promise we won’t hurt you,” the guy said.
Still not used to the light, Thaniel lowered his arm just enough to watch the man crouch down. Though only dark shapes, the other male and the female he’d scented entered as well, while the first guy slowly edged closer to Thaniel.
When the guy cursed, Thaniel hunched his shoulders, wishing he could shrink away and disappear. His trembling increased as he kept his gaze lowered from the three strangers. The wolves taught him well; never make eye contact unless given permission.
As the three stared at him, Thaniel sensed their horror and shame filled him. He tried to melt more firmly into the concrete at his back, but had nowhere to go.
He lowered his head further to his knees, not wanting them to see him. He knew he was disgusting. Filthy. Smelly. He was covered in dried blood from all the times he’d been beaten, whipped, and tortured. Suddenly he wished he’d cleaned himself more. At first, he used the icy water to wash off, but after a while it was hard to care how he looked or smelled. And a part of him thought—hoped––that maybe, if he was disgusting enough, the Weres would leave him alone. It really hadn’t worked, but he still hadn’t wanted to sweeten the pot by being clean.
Thaniel shifted uncomfortably, shaking under their silent gaze. Who are these people? Could he have been wrong about Real abandoning him? After all, he had promised to rescue Thaniel from this hell hole. “W-who are y-you? W-where’s R-Real?” Thaniel asked without looking up. His voice came out scratchy from lack of use.
“I’m Jax,” the guy crouched in front of him said, and his tone fairly vibrated with anger.
Thaniel’s shaking increased as the air around them thickened with some kind of dark, otherworldly power. What is that? He whimpered, completely terrified. What are they going to do to me?
The biggest of the three and also male, turned and left the room. Then the woman spoke. Her soft, sweet voice caught Thaniel’s attention, momentarily distracting him from his terror. Even knowing that he shouldn’t, he couldn’t seem to help it—he was drawn to look. Slowly, he dared to peek up at her through his hair, just a little, and blinked. His eyes weren’t used to the light and he could only make out a dark shape. Then she moved closer and his eyes quickly adjusted.
Thaniel swallowed deeply, shocked. He’d never seen another person quite like her. She appeared to be in her early twenties and was utterly beautiful, and somehow he sensed that she was very different from anyone he’d ever met.
Understanding purple eyes gazed down at him and Thaniel felt his fear slowly slipping away. Purple? He didn’t know people could have purple eyes. He held his breath as she tucked a strand of long, wavy black hair behind her ear then crouched down beside the big guy––the one called Jax, who seemed of similar age. She lay her hand on Jax's shoulder.
Thaniel swallowed as anger pulled the black brows on Jax’s face into a severe frown. Bright blue eyes stared back at Thaniel. Somehow, Thaniel knew Jax wasn’t angry at him. Then the strange, deadly power that he’d forgotten about while trapped under the scrutiny of these two strangers dissipated. His shaking eased.
“You’re going to be fine. We’re here to help you. I’m Tierney.” The purple-eyed female introduced herself without taking her eyes from his. “We want to get you out of here.”
Then Jax pulled his hoodie off over his head. “Here you can, ah—” Jax pursed his lips and hesitated. “You can put this on when we unchain you,” he said, and held the hoodie out to Thaniel.
Thaniel blinked but didn’t take it. What is this, some kind of trick? He’d been tricked like this before. On the streets, in the foster homes by the other children, by his own mother. No. No way was he falling for it again.
“You’re going to be all right,” Tierney repeated soothingly, and although he’d learned his lesson not to trust in the hardest way imaginable, her melodious voice somehow managed to ease him even more. Why did she have this effect on him? How?
Dracones Book 5
Soroyan was meant to be king of the wolf pack. Raven was an avenging angel sent to patrol the Fallen—until evil warrior witches attacked and sank them both into darkness with no room for anything or anyone but vengeance.
A promise to his dead mate and hatred kept Soroyan, an immortal wolf shifter alive. But four hundred years is too long. With his volatile power under tight rein, he’s done his duty to protect his pack. Only now, a purple-eyed female he tried to hate, has shattered the ice around his heart.
For twenty years Raven has hunted the enemy—closed off and alone. Until the big bad wolf awakens her. He sets her blood on fire, except she also senses a dark void eating away at him. Afraid to feel again, Raven must decide how much she will give up to save the male who just may be her second chance at love.
Book five for readers 17+ If you enjoy dark, sexy wolf shifters, dragons, angels and other magical beings, get Dracones Rogue and fall in love with Soroyan and Raven.
Raven yanked her hand away when a shock crackled between them. Instant hunger surged through her and she swallowed, freezing under his intense, burning gaze.
Flames began to whip through her entire body, sending heat to her core with an intense ache of need. Why did she have to react this way around him? Resorting to sarcasm, Raven smirked. “Wasn’t sure if I was going to get you back, or be stuck with a giant black wolf with red eyes,” she said, but when he didn’t answer, her throat went suddenly dry and she swallowed, not daring to look away. Turquoise eyes filled with stark need, stared steadily back at her, assessing, studying, wanting, and collar or not, she knew this was an extremely powerful male.
“You should have left me,” he finally said and she blinked in surprise that he’d spoken. Still, she could see and feel the soul weary defeat in him and scowled as it resonated with her on a level she didn’t even want to think about. It also made her want to take it away so badly she almost hurt for him.
“I could have hurt you,” he muttered when she didn’t say anything, and turned his gaze back up to stare at the ceiling. Raven knew it was a dismissal, he was giving her a chance to leave.
“You wouldn’t have hurt me,” she said quietly, knowing deep in her heart that it was true and unable to move away from him.
Soroyan scowled and then turned to look at her again. “You took a big chance.”
“Sometimes you have to take a chance.”
Soroyan narrowed his gaze on her, studying again. “You don’t even know me, why did you help me?” he asked and even though she felt his attraction to her and had been feeling it for days, it was clear he was also puzzled by her.
Having spent most of her life alone, she had sensed a connection to him almost from the beginning and now, it melted her heart that he would ask such a thing. “Does it matter if I know you or not?” she asked, but he didn’t answer. “We seem to have this …” she said and waved her hand between them, “a connection or something, and I felt your struggle.” She shrugged her shoulders again. “I couldn’t just leave you like that.”
The large, intense male watched her and more heat bloomed inside, causing a fire to curl and twist its way throughout her body.
He broke the stare and her breath caught in her throat when his searing gaze began to travel all over her. Like a warm breath, his eyes slowly traveled from the tips of her toes up her bare legs to pause at her black lace undies. She swallowed as his eyes lingered, then slowly moved upward, to the too-small shirt she was wearing that hugged her breasts like a second skin.
Had she anticipated this moment when she put the shirt on? Unsure, and uncaring, her body came alive and in that instant, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone.
Mouth suddenly dry as her body responded to him, she licked her lips.
“You should go,” he warned and his deep, husky voice drew a shiver through her. The need to feel his hands on her and him deep inside of her tightened things low inside, making her wet.
Raven was tempted to look down to see what kind of reaction he had to her, but held his gaze instead. His bluish-green eyes grew dark and flared with awareness as he drew in a deep breath, taking in her scent.
She quivered in anticipation, knowing that as a wolf, he’d be able to smell her desire. What are you doing? This is a bad idea! But no matter what her brain said, her body, her soul, wanted this and she couldn’t tear her gaze from his. His eyes reminded her of a volcanic lake she’d once come across on another world. It was deceiving and appeared icy-cool, calm, and as ancient as time itself. Yet it had been the exact opposite, burning in intensity.
Very aware that her window to leave was quickly slipping away, Raven drew in a deep breath. “What if I don’t want to?”
The pulse beat strong and fast in Soroyan’s neck and Raven had the urge to bend over and lick it. Drawn to him like she’d never been with anyone, finally her reservations drifted away like a whiff of smoke, as if they’d never been.
“You like to play with fire,” he said, his naked hunger burned bright in his eyes, making butterfly wings tickle her insides. Even though it was insane, she couldn’t resist. He was just so breathtaking, so sexy, she just had to taste him once again.
“Your wolf is beautiful,” she breathed in a challenge, breathless at the desire throbbing like a living entity between them both.
Soroyan stilled, every inch the predator, and watched her as she leaned close and lowered her lips to his.
At contact, flames sparked between them and suddenly steel bands slipped around her to hold her firmly but gently against his chest. The wild, masculine taste of him was overpowering as his mouth opened to her. She moaned at the heady flavor, knowing she was lost.
Then he jerked away and with a growl that was non-threatening, flipped her onto her back. A gasp slipped from her lips in surprise.
She started to rise up, but he pressed her back down and Raven was mildly shocked at her own lack of resistance. She’d always been dominant, but suddenly the thought of letting go, letting someone else take control, turned her on more than she thought possible.
She settled back with a smug grin as Soroyan rose over her on all fours. His eyes glowed, a fierce challenge that made her quiver with anticipation. Oh yeah, baby. She could get used to this.
Her skin began to tingle and though she was poking the beast again, she couldn’t make herself stop. Still, she knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t hurt her.
Her beast was curious at who could draw such a reaction from her. She gave him a little grin. Then she eased her grip on his waist and slowly, seductively, spread her arms out on the bed then letting her legs go loose, she did the same with them as much as she could, opening herself in invitation—accepting his challenge and adding her own to the mix.
“Raven,” he groaned and a heady feeling of power washed over her. “Don’t play with me. I am close to losing control,” he said and the desperation in his eyes only fanned the flames of passion inside of her.
She held onto his scorching gaze and ran her fingers down his sides in a light caress just above his hips, careful of his wound. She smiled when he shuddered. But as badly as she could feel his need, he continued to hold himself with a stillness that she knew had taken years to command.
Slowly, she began to move her fingers up over his tight abs, then across his chest, playing with the fine dusting of chest hair. She let her own desire fill her eyes as she worked her way up and over his shoulders to tangle in the silky black hair at the back of his neck. “Maybe I don’t want you in control,” she whispered, slowly licking her lips. Her heart stuttered when his eyes widened and heat coiled between her legs.
With a growl of raw hunger he lowered himself over her.
Born in Scarborough Ontario, Canada, Sheri-Lynn has lived in many different places. The main ones being Toronto, Montreal, London Ontario, Alabama, Texas, & Alberta. Sheri-Lynn now resides in British Columbia, Canada with her husband, three kids, one dog, three cat’s & numerous chickens. Sheri-Lynn never imagined she'd one day be an author. Instead, she grew up riding and working with racehorses, drawing and selling animal artwork, and of course reading. Sheri-Lynn fell in love with reading at age twelve when she read The Black Stallion series by Walter Farley. She has not stopped reading. With a wide variety of reading interests, Sheri-Lynn’s passion presently is the paranormal romance genre. One day, after reading an unsatisfying book, she decided to write her own book, with her own characters, doing what she wanted them to do. She began to type and the characters came to life in her head. She has never looked back.