Book completed✓
Kyle, compassionate human being tragically made beast by the one he loved most, betrayal it was. Resentment he felt, ashamed and disappointed of not being one to die rather than live the Werewolf disease.
Years later, anguish of yearning to be reunited with the one person his heart thumped for.
Full moon after full moon, agony of the breaking of each bone he endured. Blacking out during every shift, only waking to learn of harmful acts he'd done.
Then he was presented with the chance to go back home.
There he found her... His Jordan.
Though it were perfect in the beginning, it took a turn for his wolf. His malicious wolf who wanted nothing than to punish Kyle and love Jordan.
Still, this had not been the only problem. Kyle was wanted, by two Alphas and both banked on his love for Jordan as key to their ulterior motives.
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He growled, stopping proved inexorable. He hadn't wanted to stop but Kyle was pounding in the back of his mind wanting so. He hadn't been disgusted, no but greatly jealous.
The jealousy amused Merle.
His thumb pressed on Jordan's lip prompting her to release his lips from her teeth. He stared into her eyes, and he didn't need to know what she was thinking because he felt it and oh was it strong. So quickly she became aroused for him.
Her eyes glazed with want. Yearning for their hot bodies to be against each other. Wanting to explore, to know how he felt. Even though he shared Kyle's body, they did not share the same motives when it came to love making. He would make her feel things Kyle himself couldn't. Impossible, things that would be considered fictive, incredulous.
She would beg for more. Oh yes, he would make her beg.
But maybe another time.
"If you keep staring at me like that love, I doubt we will last a second without our clothes being discarded. Then another second, you would be screaming and leaking all over me." He hummed, licking his lips.
"What a wonderful thing it would be" He smirked.
This is book one of the series.
Jordan shifts slightly in my lap so she can see my face. "Liam, I want you to mark me." She bluntly states and exposes her neck to me, so I can mark her. A wave of confusion comes over me and I tilt my head looking at her.
"Are you sure that is what you want?" I look at her neck where my mark should be and feel my canines extending. Jordan simply smiles and nods her head. I readjust our bodies, so she is underneath me. I lean down and softly kiss her lips.
The kiss burns my lips and not in the normal mate bond way. I pull away and rub my lips trying to get the sensation to go away. Jordan stares at me with her eyes squinted. I look her over and see nothing short of the perfect mate I am used to, however, something isn't right. Jordan pulls me down closer to her and starts leaving little kisses all over my body.
Every place her lips touch immediately burns. I push her away and move towards the bottom of the bed. She sits up and moves to come closer to me. I move away again.
"Liam, don't you want to mark me? Don't you want this?" Jordan looks at me pouting. This is when I realize what is going on. I smile and move to her.
"Of course, I want to my queen," I coo at her and grab her wrists and pin them behind her head. My hands are burning from touching her, but I fight through it. I start leaving kisses all along her neck and pause where my canines are supposed to sink into her neck. Jordan lets out a throaty moan and I can smell her arousal.
I kiss up and towards the middle of her throat. My canines extend and I bite into her throat and rip it out. Her eyes fill with pain and she struggles before the life is finally drained out of her. I drop the muscle and flesh from my mouth and let out a howl of victory.