Authors: Wendy S. Hales
Mayan Lover (13 page)
Eros stood back from the wall. Finally. If her
heels were intact, she might reach his chin, but without them, her
eyes met the middle of his chest. Aymee looked down.
Eros easily stood six five. Bulky thighs filled
the slack of his jeans, deep ripples defined his stomach and guided
her eyes to his heavy pecs. He handed her the shirt. “Put this
on.” Aymee noticed he looked aside while she shrugged into it
and did up a few snaps in the middle. Then he met her gaze. His
dentes had yet to retract. “I cannot appear human right now,
Aymee. I will shadow when the police arrive but know that I am with
you.” He started to shimmer.
Aymee touched his arm before he vanished. “Wait.
Why were you hurting? If you need blood, please … take mine.”
She’d never offered blood to anyone before. Knew the Volaticus
organized the Red Cross to acquire their blood needs and give back to
humanity at the same time.
Eros solidified, looked from her hand on his arm
to the upturned wrist of her other arm. He sighed. “I don’t
need blood, Aymee. And, I wasn’t hurt." He gently brushed
the back of his knuckles over the bruise on her cheek. "I
couldn’t look on your pain and maintain my control at the same
time. If I had seen this,” his thumb followed the trail his
knuckles had just taken, “I would have torn these men apart
limb by limb, fed on their entrails and pissed on their bones.”
Aymee felt his light touch all the way to her
soul. Heat blossomed at the point of contact and radiated through her
bloodstream. “That would have been okay with me.” She
leaned into his touch only to pull back with a yelp as pain
registered.
Approaching sirens had her looking over her
shoulder to see the flash of blue and red getting brighter against
the wall. She turned back to Eros, but he was gone. Then she felt the
light brush of his knuckles on her cheek again.
“I can’t explain this,” Aymee
took a deep breath and shrugged out of his shirt unconcerned that he
could see her breast. She held it out and watched it disappear the
second it transferred from her hand to his. Covering herself with her
hand again, she turned, lifted her chin and walked awkwardly toward
the officers exiting their cruiser at the entrance to the alley.
Fire’s Touch
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The Enlightened Species Book Three
Caged and used for breeding against her will,
Stacy is not about to let anyone get close to her, even if he's sexy
as hell and assigned to protect her from those who once held her
captive. Conlon, an Elven warrior, finds the object of his latest
SOSC mission—and his potential bloodmate—to be more
hostile than he expected. Emotionally guarded, with an attitude and
tongue sharp enough to make the strong tremble, the bratty vixen is
both amusing and surprisingly entrancing to Conlon. He decides
cracking her shell to win her love is a challenge he'll accept with
passionate enthusiasm.
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