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Lycaon hoped he could get Alara to be that pleased with him. Leaving them
to their celebration, he searched and found the gray-eyed beauty sitting
beneath a tree, her expression pensive. He swallowed hard before approaching
her. “Alara.”
“I do not wish to share words with you.”
Taking a deep breath, he remembered Ena’s advice. “Alara, please. I thought
you were going home with Denar.” He reached deep inside himself to find the
true words. “I thought I had lost you.”
She watched him, one eyebrow arching. “Why did you think that?”
At least he had her attention. “I saw you kissing him. I thought I had no
chance. Why would you want someone who looks like me when you can have someone
like Denar? And he told me you were betrothed to him.”
She frowned and shook her head. “His impertinence is exactly why I decided
not to go home with him.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “But you ran into
Maia’s arms. Why? Do you love her?”
“No. No, it’s not what it appeared to be. Nothing happened other than some
kissing. Nothing else. I swear it before Artemis. May one of her death arrows
strike me if I am lying.” He cleared his throat. “I was unable to take it
further because all I could think of was you.”
“I am supposed to believe nothing happened when I found you half-naked with
a naked nymph? Why did you stay there with her?”
“Maia was naked because she came to me as a bird, and we used my tunic to
sit on. She stayed with me because after I was…ah…,” he pinched the bridge of
his nose, grimacing, “…unable to perform, I talked about returning to
camp and ripping Denar’s head off. I can never be with anyone else. You…you
have my heart, Alara. I am so sorry I hurt you.” He struggled to find the true
words that wouldn’t make the situation worse.
She offered him a faint smile. “Please sit. You look as if you are going to
fall down.”
He eased down beside her and stretched his legs.
“It hurt me to see you with Maia, even if all you did was kiss her, but I
think I understand.” She gazed at him with affection. “You should know I do not
pick my mate based on what he looks like.” She pulled his hood back. “And I
think you are quite handsome.”
“You do?” He smiled. “Then you must be blind, Princess.”
“Denar may be handsome on the outside, but on the inside, he is arrogant
and controlling. You are beautiful inside.” She pressed the palm of her hand to
his chest. “You may think I am blind, but I think you are handsome on the
outside, too.” She leaned in and kissed him.
Her bold move surprised him. He pulled her close and enjoyed her
sweet-tasting lips. Alara’s kisses sent tingles to every part of his body.
Lycaon wanted to be with her all the time.
She pulled away and smiled at him. “What made you change from angry to
sensible?”
Her smile brightened his world. For the first time since the curse, he
didn’t feel like an ugly, disgraced man.
He shrugged. “I just thought perhaps I was being too forceful.”
With a clever smile, she said, “Ena talked to you.”
Lycaon gave her a sidelong, rueful look. “She did. Do you forgive me?”
“Of course. It pleases me she was able to get through that thick skull of
yours.” She laughed.
He stroked her cheek. Now that he had her, he couldn’t bear the thought of
her endangering herself. “You do not have to try and link with those wolves. We
can find a way to kill them.”
“I have to do it. It is something I feel inside.”
“What if it fails to work?” He cupped her chin. “I do not want to lose
you.”
“I have to do it.” Her eyes glistened with tears.
At the sight of her tear-filled eyes, his senses tingled with foreboding.
“What are you not telling me?”
“Do you want to be my mate?” she asked.
“Of course I do.”
She stood and grabbed his hand. “Come with me.”
He rose and allowed her to guide him into a thicket.
She wore a seductive smile. “Claim me. And once we are mated, I am yours
and you are mine.” Her eyes darkened with possessiveness.
His loins stirred, and the heat of arousal consumed him. He didn’t need any
other invitation. Pulling her into his arms, he captured her mouth in a
forceful, tender kiss, his body rippling with pent-up desire. Nothing else mattered
to him at that moment except to claim her and bury himself inside her, to have
her all to himself.
He pulled up the layers of her deerskin tunic, kneeling with some
difficulty. Using his lips and his tongue to kiss her breasts, he savored the
softness of her skin as she moaned and squirmed against him. Moving lower, he
tasted her. She smelled of flowers, her skin clean from her ritual cleansing.
Flicking his tongue along her pink nub, he cupped her backside. He could smell
her innocence, a pure, unblooded scent that incited his passion. No other man
had ever had her. She tasted like the fresh morning dewdrops on a newly born
day untouched yet by the drying rays of the rising sun. Her innocence raised
his eagerness. A low, excited growl rumbled in his chest. The beast inside
wanted to ravage her, but the man forced himself to hold back and be gentle.
Her fervent moans grew louder. She arched her hips, moving in rhythm to his
strokes. Her body tensed up then shuddered beneath his tongue. She muffled her
cries by pressing her mouth against the top of his head.
“I never imagined something so wonderful,” she said between panting
breaths.
“I am not finished yet.” He gently laid her on the soft ground and removed
his leggings.
She smiled wide-eyed at the sight of his erection. “It is so big. Will it
hurt?”
He grinned proudly. “I promise to be gentle, Princess.” Careful not to
crush her, he mounted her and eased himself inside, concentrating on taking her
with care and not too roughly in his eagerness to claim his mate. His body
shuddered at the feel of her tight, unconquered, warm sheath squeezing around
him. It was pure bliss. Lycaon kissed her. “Just relax.”
She moaned, the vibration against his mouth sending shocks to every part of
his body. His muscles tensed and coiled. Moving beneath him, she raised her
hips to capture his length.
Groaning, he thrust deeper. Every part of his body burned with arousal and
the anticipation of the blissful ending. “Gods, woman, you are perfect,” he
whispered in a voice hoarse with emotion and excitement.
She surprised him by playfully biting his shoulder and digging her
fingernails into his back, intensifying his arousal to a growing ache, building
into a towering flame. Her gray eyes flashed with passion and fierce desire, her
red lips parted in elation. He smiled and let out another growl. Alara
possessed the spirit of a wolf in the bedchamber.
His thrusts quickened, and his body tightened in anticipation of release.
Grunting loudly, he orgasmed, his body rocking with uncontrollable shudders.
Beneath him, she quivered, her loud cries muffled by his loving kisses.
After their tremors ceased, he eased down beside her and held her against
his chest. Recalling how she had been cold and lifeless in his arms a short
time ago made his throat constrict and his eyes burn. He squeezed his eyes
shut, tightening his hold on her.
He couldn’t lose her again.
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Do you like werewolf tales with magic, intrigue, and mystery? The Wolf Queen will captivate you. This is a standalone story.
A tormented wolf man. A mysterious girl with a terrible secret.
Alara, a princess from a foreign land, is forced to wed the sorcerer-king Aramon, a power-hungry warlord, who discovers her dark secret and wants to use her to create an invincible army. When she meets Lycaon, she must decide if she should trust the cursed, tormented half-man half-wolf who might be her enemy or her true mate.
Lycaon, once a great king until he was cursed by Zeus to be a werewolf, is drawn to the mysterious princess. He is torn between helping Alara escape and using her to gain power over those who despise him.
Secrets abound and old enemies are reunited to battle Aramon before his terrible plan is unleashed. Time is running out as the dark moon approaches. Soon, Arcadia will be overrun with an unstoppable, vicious army unless Aramon can be defeated. To prevent his victory, the cost is high. As Lycaon’s affection for Alara grows, it becomes more difficult for him to decide which to save: Arcadia or her.
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