Marion threw her arms out, bracing herself against the wall and the edge of the tub. “This is too much.”
He gave her a wicked grin. “No. It’s not even close to being enough.” He thrust into her as he spoke, sliding in with little resistance this time. Instantly her body gripped him and he groaned. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, not even with the Lady herself. Who knew he could find such satisfaction with a human witch?
He didn’t have time to think much beyond that as Marion moaned another orgasm and his own release followed shortly thereafter.
Marion collapsed against him, laying her head on his shoulder. “Wow,” was all she said.
Aidan knew how she felt. He was in trouble. Big trouble. The Queen of Fairy was going to kill him for this.
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Chapter Two
Excerpt from Gambling on Her Dragon by Anna Lowe with Michelle Fox
Dragon shifter Kaya Proulx didn't mean to fall for the mystery man who was supposed to be her ticket out of a tight spot. But that spot only gets tighter when her sizzling-hot lover leads her straight into a den of wolves. Now, she and Trey are locked up while precious time ticks away. The good news is, it's not just a jail cell — it's a comfortable suite with a canopied bed that's giving her dragon all kinds of bad ideas.
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Kaya bit her lip and stared at the floor, not sure whether to declare this an up or down in her roller coaster of a day.
With Trey standing so close, her inner dragon hummed. That part was a definite plus.
But bars on the windows and a locked door? That part...crap. She shivered at the thought of being trapped. Which was the wrong move, because Trey caught the motion and ran his hand along her arm, sending sparks through every nerve.
“You okay?” the wolf shifter asked in his growly, I-want-to-feast-on-your-body tone.
“Fine,” she squeaked, skittering away.
God, it was just like the night before, when she’d lost track of her plan the second he stepped too close.
“Um, are you hungry?” she tried, waving toward the platter of food.
Wrong question, because the look in Trey’s wolf eyes said, Yes. Starving.
Heat pooled low in her body, and she just couldn’t drag her eyes off him.
A growl built in his chest, and an electric hum filled the room. Barely audible, like the sound of a thousand mini-bolts of lightning zapping back and forth between their bodies. She leaned forward, and her fingers twitched.
It was just like the previous night, when it seemed the whole universe had tilted to propel her into his arms. Not that she had fought it. Not one bit.
But this was different. Wasn’t it?
She shook her head, trying to free herself from the magnetic attraction that kept pushing her toward him. Her sister was in trouble, a deadline was looming, and now she was captive in a den of wolves. Not the time to be thinking about how good his skin would feel rubbing against hers, or how soft his kisses would land on her bare breast, or how deep he could— She jolted and all but jumped away. “Um...I’ll just...um...” Her gaze zeroed in on the open bathroom door and the shower stall beyond. “Um, maybe I’ll take a shower.”
A very cold shower.
Before he could protest — and she could see the protest on the tip of his tongue — she fled into the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against it. Her breath came in pants, as if she’d been chased in there by the big, bad wolf and not her own fears. How far might she go this time, given half a chance? How much of her heart would she hand over and in how little time?
Cold shower. She stripped her socks off quickly. An extremely cold shower, that’s what she needed. Followed by a new plan.
Shag him senseless, then break out of this joint? her dragon suggested.
She twisted the tap all the way to the right, shed the rest of her clothes, and stepped in. She yelped at the icy water and grabbed the shower faucet, willing herself to endure.
It was so cold, her head hurt. Her skin went pink. She lost all feeling in her toes. But the throbbing, achy need deep in her body just wouldn’t go away.
She turned the tap to warm. Maybe that would work.
All it did, though, was lull her into a hazy state of mind. She closed her eyes as the stall steamed up, telling herself it was the water she was purring at and not the fantasy of Trey’s warm touch. Reminding herself that was a bar of soap moving across her body and not Trey’s hand.
But then the shower door opened with a quiet whoosh of cold air, and that part wasn’t a fantasy. Even without looking, she knew it was Trey — the man she’d only laid eyes on yesterday, but who’d already stolen her heart.
“Kaya.”
Somehow, his whisper didn’t surprise her. Didn’t make her jump or scream or slip. It just made her hot all over.
“Kaya,” he whispered one more time.
She kept her back to him and gave the slightest nod.