Bond of Destiny by Larissa Ione

Author:Larissa Ione [Ione, Larissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Larissa Ione, 1001 Dark Nights, Demonica, paranormal, romance
Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Whenever Stacey fell off her horse as a child, her dad would tell her to climb right back on.

She thought about that as she fell off Tracker, landing in an exhausted flop on the mattress. Because she’d just ridden him for, like, miles, and there was no way she was getting back in the saddle.

For at least half an hour.

Her breath came in fits, raspy, painful fits as she lay there, spread-eagled on her back, one arm hanging off the bed, one lying across his chest, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

That was the best sex she’d ever had.

“Tonight,” she rasped, “you’re not sleeping on the couch.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

She shivered at the masculine possession in his voice. Shivered, but didn’t move. And when he trailed the backs of his fingers along the underside of her arm in long, languid strokes, she went completely liquid. She was never moving again.

Night had fallen at some point, leaving them engulfed in darkness and surrounded by silence broken only by the sound of their labored breathing.

“I lost count of my orgasms.” She swallowed dryly, wishing she’d had the foresight to bring a glass of water to bed. But they’d been in such a hurry, kissing their way across the floor, leaving a trail of clothes and hay as they went.

“Three in the barn,” he said. “And three in the bedroom.”

She laughed at the fact that he’d not only counted but had taken her words so literally.

She hadn’t lost count at all, and he’d missed one. She’d had four in the barn.

“So,” she said, losing herself in the tingles his touch left on her skin. “Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”

“Why?”

“Pillow talk. It’s something people do after sex.”

“Oh.” She felt him tense, and she was about to tell him he didn’t have to talk if he didn’t want to when he took a deep breath. “I don’t have to chain myself up on nights of the full moon, but I do.”

She turned her head to look at him, but she could barely make out his features. “Why don’t you have to chain yourself?”

“I’m Pricolici. I was born a werewolf, so I can control myself after the shift. I’m not a danger to humans.”

She’d read that born werewolves could control themselves much better than those who were turned, but she hadn’t known how far that increased sense of self-awareness extended. “Then why would you chain yourself?”

“Because my pack instinct is strong.” He sounded annoyed by that. “When I shift, I crave companionship, even if my pack mates are assholes.”

She sagged into the mattress so far her spine felt like it hit the floor. He must be so lonely. “What if I were to sit with you? Next time you shift?”

“You would do that?” Before she could answer, he shook his head. “No. I said I’m not a danger to humans, but with you…”

“With me, what?”

Silence stretched. Finally, a growled, “But with you I might be.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.

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