Corrupt Cravings by Jennifer Salaiz

Author:Jennifer Salaiz [Salaiz, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Romance, Erotica, Paranormal, Adult, Fiction
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Published: 2011-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

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The flashes kept Donavon feeling like he was in a constant state of déjà vu. The room kept spinning, and no matter what he did or tried to focus on, the damn visions kept coming. Seeing Marcella’s hand in the air triggered something so profound, he couldn’t believe he expected to see something appear around her body. Shit, he had to be losing his mind. Marcella couldn’t be a queen. Things like that just didn’t happen.

Hearing her words, he shook his head. “No way you’re taking away my flan. I want to taste it.”

Walking to his clothes that were piled on the dresser, he grabbed a pair of boxers and a wife beater. While he focused on getting dressed, he couldn’t ignore the way his muscles stretched tightly. Damn if the doc hadn’t had a field day with that bar. Oh well, he felt better, and that’s all that mattered. The pain he could deal with. The guilt from hurting his mate, he couldn’t.

Pulling out of a pair of black baggy shorts, he slid them on and waited as Marcella adjusted the tank top down over her pink pajama bottoms. When she was properly dressed, he opened the door and followed her to the kitchen. Jase was leaning against the wall with his hands over his wide chest. It didn’t pass his notice how the stranger’s eyes widened at Donavon’s exposed tattoos.

“The flan is ready to serve,” Jase said quietly. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out two plates, handing them to him and Marcella. Donavon couldn’t get over the way the new guy kept looking at Marcella with some strange emotion on his face. Something about Jason was so familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It was as if he knew the guy forever and unexplainably hated him.

Slowly, Donavon led Marcella to the couch and they sat. He looked down at the raspberry-covered pie thingy. Well, it smelled good.

Marcy laughed. “Just take a bite. Here.” She grabbed his fork and cut a small piece. Mesmerized by her smile, he almost had missed her bringing the fork up to his lips. “Open, Donavon.” She stretched out the words as if he were a child. Slowly, he did. He hated that he wasn’t sure if he was going to like it.

Truthfully, he’d never cared for desserts. Once, when he was young, the alpha’s son had a birthday party, and he’d actually been invited. The frosting on the cake had been way too sweet, but he ate it all so as not to offend his leader. As the flavor of Marcella’s flan burst over his tongue, he could feel his eyes rolling back in bliss.

“Good, isn’t it?”

Jase burst out laughing from across the room. Donavon was in such a state of heaven, he didn’t care at the moment. He nodded, grabbing the fork and taking over.

“Thank you for my surprise. I love it. Can you make it again, too?”

“Of course. Now, why don’t you eat this while I clean up the kitchen? Here, Jase, you can have mine.

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