Legend's Passion

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Legend’s Passion

ISBN 9781419922770

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Legend’s Passion Copyright © 2008, 2009 Jaci Burton Cover art by Syneca

Electronic book Publication May 2009

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LEGEND’S PASSION

Jaci Burton

Jaci Burton

Dylan Maxwell prowled Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, waiting for his contact.

Some woman with dark hair. Yeah, great description. That told him a lot.

Then again, at two in the morning, he didn’t expect to find a lot of females wandering the depths of the park. In fact, with the recent killings it was damned dangerous for a woman to wander alone in one of these parks in the middle of the night. He wondered if she was planning to bring someone along to protect her.

Zipping his jacket closed, he leaned against the thick tree and tried to discern which direction the infernal wind was coming from. He finally gave up, deciding it was swirling in off the Bay and hitting from all sides. There was no hope of getting warm.

He was just going to be cold.

It was freakin’ July, for the love of God. How could it possibly be so cold in California in July? It was supposed to be summer here. Home in Oklahoma he’d be sweltering, the air conditioner cranked. Not that he got home that often anymore.

Working for the National Crime Agency kept him on the road nearly all the time. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d either had a vacation or been home.

Damn good thing he liked to travel.

And now he was loitering in a park, skulking behind a tree like a pervert. He was really going to have to get better info out of the NCA analysts. This was a big case. The murders were grisly, all having occurred in parks in the middle of the night, and the remains—well, what had been left of the bodies anyway—hadn’t given them much information. And they were similar to killings that occurred previously in other West Coast states a couple years ago, which was why the NCA had been called in.

They’d been following this case for months, with very few leads and really messy evidence. The crime scenes had been grisly as hell; bodies completely torn apart.

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Animal attacks, they had thought at first. Bite marks and hair had suggested a wild pack of wolves, but that made no sense at all. Wolves would have been easily spotted and captured, and so far animal control and wildlife authorities hadn’t tracked a single wolf, much less a pack of them.

Then again, nothing much about this case made sense. Because saliva tests indicated human.

Fucking weirdo cult no doubt. And now they’d received an anonymous lead from a woman who said she had vital information on the case. Which was probably a false lead, but just in case it wasn’t, they had to follow up. This woman had way too much detailed information about the case to be a fluke. Maybe, just maybe, it would be the break they needed.

So here he was. Waiting. And freezing his fucking ass off. Maybe he’d get lucky and instead of the informant the actual killer would decide to show up. He could solve this case and go home for a little R and R.

Where it was warm.

Chantal Devlin closed her laptop and stretched, then stood, looking out the window of her office at the gorgeous view of San Francisco spread out before her.

She wrinkled her nose, then yawned.

God, she was bored. And tense. And frustrated. And horny. And so ready for a little action. Buried at her desk for the past three months, she was relieved to finally put the last filing together on this case. Long, tedious and dull, dull, dull.

What she needed right now was action. A little run.

And a lot of fucking.

Pent-up anxiety and need sizzled through her nerve endings. She hadn’t shifted and had some fun in far too long. Work had kept her tied up and in human form for months now.

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She was ready to play. Her pack contact had set her up with a guy for tonight. An out-of-towner from the South, because she refused to fuck anyone within the pack. And of course she would never, ever, fuck a human. The risk of accidentally turning one was too great. She wasn’t anywhere near ready to mate with another pack wolf and the pack liaison knew that, so this guy coming in from out of town was perfect. No strings, no requirements for relationship or mate choice. She was more than ready for a romp in the park and a little anonymous sex to ease the tension. By tomorrow morning she’d be back to normal and in prime form to get back to work.

No rest for the wicked, she thought with a chuckle. Or for the non-wicked, because she sure as hell hadn’t been wicked enough lately.

She hustled down to the parking garage and drove the short distance to Golden Gate Park. Her juices were already flowing and she hadn’t even met the guy yet. She didn’t know anything about him other than he was tall, built, with blue eyes and a Southern drawl. Maia, the pack liaison, said this guy was hot. And when Maia said a guy was hot, he was
hot
.

Good enough. Her nipples tightened, her breasts warming. How long had it been since she’d had a good fuck? Too damn long. She should know better than to go so long without sex. Tonight was going to be rough. She hoped this guy had stamina because she intended to screw his brains out.

She pulled into the parking lot and climbed out, heading toward the designated meeting area. The cool wind bit at her skin, offering blessed relief to the heat boiling inside her. She’d worn a stretchy casual skirt, a tank top and sandals to work tonight since it was a Saturday, so stripping would be easy. But first she had to find her partner.

The breeze blew tendrils of hair free from the clip, but she didn’t care. Her blood was boiling in anticipation. She snaked her way through the path, then headed into a dense copse of trees and bushes where she couldn’t be seen by security, the thick area of the park where no one traveled.

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She spotted him huddled against a tree. Tall, broad-shouldered, watching her approach. Her skin tingled with the need to shift. But she wanted this in human form.

At least at first.

He was gorgeous. Thick, dark hair, stunning blue eyes, sharp brows arched in a frown.

“Took you long enough to get here,” he said in a sexy Southern drawl that made her toes curl.

“I was working. Trust me, I’ll make the wait worth it.”

“I hope so. So what have you got for me?”

“A little impatient?”

“I’ve been waiting awhile for this. I want it now.” Oh, man, he was hot. Her nipples nearly broke through her top, her pussy swelling.

A trickle of moisture wet her panties.

“You want it, take it.” She trailed her fingernails between her breasts, enticing him, then circled around him so she was pressed against the trunk of the tree.

He moved with her like a predator, as if he was stalking her. “You’d better show me what you’re offering. I’m not into playing games.” Yes, he was. A game she was thoroughly enjoying.

“Show you, huh? Sure, I’ll show you.” She grasped the hem of her skirt and slipped her fingers upward, sliding her fingers underneath the straps of her panties. She gasped as she tucked one finger into her pussy, felt the cream pouring onto it. So wet, her cunt quivered as she touched it. She withdrew, scenting her own arousal as she held her finger out for him. “It’s right here. Taste me.” Dylan’s knees damn near buckled as the raven-haired seductress held out her wet fingers in front of him. Her scent traveled on the breeze, intoxicating his senses. Like a 7

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drug had been shot into him, he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move, but dying to grab her hand and suck her soaked finger into his mouth.

What the fuck was going on here? He felt dizzy, disoriented. Something wasn’t right. Whatever she was offering, he wanted it. And it wasn’t the information he sought, but he didn’t give a shit about the informant anymore. This stranger had bewitched him, put him under some kind of spell. He couldn’t even remember why he was here. His cock twitched, lengthening, hardening, his balls drawing up with a throbbing ache of desperate need.

He didn’t know her.

He wanted to fuck her. No, that wasn’t right. He
needed
to fuck her.

Up against the tree.

Right now.

He grabbed her wrist. Hard. She gasped, but her green-eyed gaze lit up and sparkled. She smiled when he took her finger and licked it.

Goddamn, she tasted good. He covered his lips over her finger and sucked. Every last drop of her honeyed cream. And he wanted more.

“Shit,” she whispered. “More.”

He pulled her finger out of his mouth. “Yeah, baby. More.” He pushed her against the tree and dropped to his knees, grasping her ankles. Her skin was utter silk, trembling under his fingers as he wove a trail with his hands up her calves, her thighs, sliding under her sexy, tight little skirt, pushing it up with his hands until he revealed little white lace panties.

“Sexy little things,” he said, leaning in to breathe the scent of her cunt. The more he inhaled, the more fogged his brain became. And the harder his cock got. He looked up at her. She was watching him, her lips parted, her breathing ragged as he dragged her panties over her hips and down her legs.

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Her pussy was so pretty, a little thatch of raven hair just at the top of her sex. The rest of her was bare. He reached out to smooth his fingers over the swollen lips, bringing away more of her sweet honey. He licked it from his fingers like candy.

“Eat me,” she begged, spreading her legs wider. “Please lick my pussy.” With a growl he reached up and grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into her soft flesh as he pulled her cunt toward his face and buried his tongue in her sex.

“Ohhh God,” she cried, tangling her fingers in his hair and thrusting her hips forward to undulate against his questing tongue.

He sucked her clit, ravenous for the taste of her. Damn, he couldn’t get enough, swallowing her cream, licking her up and dipping his tongue into her pussy. Her little moans only made him want more, made him want to take her over the edge. He wanted her to come in his mouth, wanted to possess her completely. He wanted her screaming and writhing against him, to give her a climax like no man had ever given her.

He didn’t know why he wanted it like that, he just did.

Relentless, he assaulted her clit, swirling his tongue over the distended pearl until she was shrieking, pulling at his hair. She came apart then, flooding his tongue with her cream. He drank every bit of her juice and continued to lick her until her legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Then he rose and covered her mouth, needing the taste of her lips.

She devoured him like a hungry animal, wrapping her leg around his waist to hold him in place.

As if he had any intention of leaving. Not until he’d filled her with his cock, his cum.