Feral Lust is the sequel to Feral Domination.
Leon's life is good. He's alpha male of his feline pack and females are plentiful. Then he meets Riza. The lupine female fascinates him. For once, he's found a female who holds his interest above all others.
Riza is in heat and Leon is the focus of her lust. She can't resist him and surrenders her heart, but not her secret, to the dominant feline.
Leon believes he betrayed Riza. Riza knows he would have. Can she trust him enough to offer her submission before the entire pack? Only by sharing Riza with two other males can Leon prove his love and commitment to his mate and her pack.
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As if her thoughts had conjured him, Leon appeared. As it was to the lion within him, stealth was part and parcel to his nature and he’d entered the room without a sound. He had a natural athleticism and grace, no matter what he wore. Today, he was dressed for the occasion and his elegantly tailored clothes emphasized his broad shoulders and lean hips. His sheer presence stole her breath. His size overshadowed everything. “Hiding, Riza?” he purred as he stalked across the room.
“No. Just taking a break.” She smiled hesitantly, the hair on the back of her neck bristled in awareness. “What are you doing up here?”
“Looking for you.” The whiskey-rough timbre of his voice shivered along her spine, settling in a quake between her thighs.
Riza laughed, knowing better than to take Leon seriously. Her brother had already warned her about the “randy feline”, as he called him. Gio had sensed her interest in the other male and told her that he liked and respected Leon. He was, after all, Jenna’s brother and they had been friends for years but… Riza shivered as she remembered what Gio had said about Leon. Leon’s a great guy but he has a way with the ladies, if you know what I mean. There’s always one around and sometimes two or three. He wouldn’t set out to hurt you, but he would.
Leon’s quick stride carried him around the big oak desk to within inches of her. His warm, musky scent hung in the air. A predatory air followed him, his deep-set eyes and high cheekbones reminded her of his feral nature. “Are you going to rejoin the party or do you want to stay here?” His hand trailed a heated path across her cheek into her hair. “Personally I’m all for staying right here,” he murmured as he tilted her head and poised his lips just over hers. His breath, with just a trace of bourbon, fanned her face. Her senses reeled at his proximity. She needed to remember not to take him seriously. Her pulse pounded and she was sure he could feel it—feel the way his potent, masculine air stirred her blood.
A wayward moan escaped her lips. Leon didn’t need any more encouragement and his lips brushed hers in a whispery caress. Gleaming golden eyes watched her reaction from beneath thick, blond lashes.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t let this get out of control. “Leon I…”
His tongue glided over her bottom lip—the raspy caress of a feline tongue. In her adult life, she’d kissed only one male and it was nothing compared to this. She didn’t know if it was the difference in texture or the difference in the male but this kiss was spine tingling. She could only imagine what that coarse tongue was capable of on other, more tender parts of her anatomy. Her pussy slicked with lust. It was best she not imagine it.
“Riza, open your lips for me, baby. Let me come inside.” That voice, those words… If he only knew what he was doing to her. Ahh but it was Leon, he probably already knew. Hell, the lust was so thick in the room even a human could scent it.
Of their own volition, her lips parted and waited to be penetrated. Their tongues met—his rough, hers smooth—and they danced to the music that floated up from below. Now she knew what Gio meant when he said an experienced male could bypass her defenses in no time.
She had to grasp his shoulders as her legs weakened. Riza prided herself on always standing on her own two feet. She might be small in statue but she made up for it in might. She trained with the Valde guard but just now, she felt weak as a babe.
The strong band of Leon’s arms gathered her close and lifted her up to snuggle against the brute strength of his chest. She felt secure and protected. She didn’t want to enjoy it but she did.
When he changed tactics and began to lick the inside of her mouth, she wiggled, trying to alleviate the growing ache burning low in her belly. A large hand settled on her ass, binding her tightly and she felt his thick erection straining against her thigh.
Heart-pounding, thigh-quivering arousal surged through Riza and she knew it was time to stop. “Leon,” she gasped as she pulled her lips from his.
Their eyes met and he appeared as dazed with arousal as she felt.
“Riza,” his tone coaxed as he lowered his head, trying to recapture her lips.
A well-placed shove to his chest took him by surprise and she was able to regain her feet.
[…]
“Look, Leon, I like you but I don’t want to be another conquest in a long line of conquests. So thanks, but no thanks.”
He blinked rapidly, startled by the quick and total blow-off. He was used to getting his way and refusal didn’t sit well. “Riza, it’s not like that.”
“No. What’s it like?” Her flippant tone grated his nerves.
Blending Southern Gothic mystery romance, fantasy, theater, dance, music, and flashes of humor, tells the story of a pair of lovers in two separate time periods who find themselves battling an evil fifty years apart.
Blending Southern Gothic mystery romance, fantasy, theater, dance, music, and flashes of humor, tells the story of a pair of lovers in two separate time periods who find themselves battling an evil fifty years apart.
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