Ever since Raegan Pritchett discovered Private Investigator Zeth McDowell’s penchant to occasionally go a little furry, she has been vocal in her fervent dislike of him and other werewolves. Still, that doesn’t stop her from shuffling into his office every time she needs a source for her stories.
Raegan has had a vendetta against werewolves ever since her college best friend was found in several pieces at the hand of her werewolf boyfriend. However, when a psychic claims a local priest plans to summon a dangerous demon—a demon that will strip the town’s inhibitions and have citizens surrender to their innermost forbidden fantasies—Raegan has nowhere to turn but Zeth McDowell, the annoyingly sexy private investigator she loves to hate.
Neither Raegan nor Zeth know how to stop a demon, but they still aim to try. Yet when the demon’s spell triggers, it turns out Zeth and Raegan’s innermost fantasies involve each other.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
“You sore, baby?”
Raegan nodded when he pulled back. The look in her eyes, for the first time since being triggered by the thing the goddamned priest had summoned, was wholly, unabashedly her. As though Raegan as he knew her had returned after running a last-minute errand. The woman he saw reflected everything he knew about her—her strength, cushioned by her fears. Her wits and resilience, even when faced with incredible odds. The lengths she’d go to for her job, surviving only on the wisp of a promise it would one day lead her to justice. Raegan hadn’t joined Higgins’ staff at All The Above because she enjoyed writing fluff pieces for conspiracy theorists. It was the only somewhat respectable profession she could seek that allowed her to realistically tail leads that would perhaps guide her to the answers she’d sought since her friend’s death. That combination—the willingness to put herself in unsavory situations for the sake of gaining knowledge and her fear of wherever said knowledge might take her—made her one hell of a force to be reckoned with.
Zeth respected the hell out of her. Had he ever told her that?
“I need you again,” he murmured.
“I know.” Raegan smiled. “It’s okay. I think I’m good for another round.”
It was as close to an admission of want as he’d get, and strange as he found her sudden lack of resistance, Zeth would be a fool to look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially when he knew what that mouth could do. Perhaps the mating had softened her, but he didn’t think so…and he wasn’t sure he’d like her as much without her edge.
More likely, she’d come to the same realization he had.
“Lay back,” he said, his cock slipping out of her. He grinned when she mewled in complaint, and nipped at her lips before dropping a kiss across her shoulder. “You’re gonna love this.”
“Fuck, but you’re pretty.” Zeth licked one of her nipples. “That is, when you’re not yapping.”
Raegan scowled. “Hey!”
“Could be mated to someone much worse, I suppose.”
“Damn right you could,” she grumbled, which turned into a moan when he cupped her pussy. “N-not that it matters.”
“Once this is over…”
He sighed, mentally finishing the sentence for her. It seemed they weren’t going to let the topic rest, after all. Of course not, because Raegan’s mind never switched off, and she couldn’t help but keep placing at the emotional distance game, no matter what transpired. “Once this is over, I’m one dead mutt. Are we back to this song and dance already?”
“You know that if you kill me it doesn’t undo the claim, right? Once mated to a wolf, there’s no going back.”
“Liar.” Raegan scrunched her face up. “There has to be some spell that undoes it. This is the twenty-first century. You’d think that some warlock or sorcerer or whatever would’ve come up with an antidote to ‘dumb wolvies who claim before they think’ by now.”
Zeth chuckled, dropping kisses along her stomach as his mouth migrated southward. “I suppose it’s possible,” he lied. “Like you said, twenty-first century and all.”
“Then again,” he continued, “fucking with a wolf’s mate is serious business, especially to those who’ve already mated and had a few litters by now. Any attempt to sever the bond between us and my relatives won’t be too happy. Face it, Rae. You’re stuck with me.” He pinched her clit and smirked when she and arched off the mattress. “Forever.”
“I’d sooner dive off a cliff,” Raegan ground out, though without the venom he suspected she was going for.
“Yeah, but you’re one tough cookie. That’s the sort of thing you could probably survive.”
“There isn’t anything about you that I don’t hate.”
Zeth shook his head. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“With pleasure.” He nudged her clit with his thumb and suppressed a laugh when she trembled and thrust into his touch.
Raegan opened one eye and peered at him. “Don’t take my actions here as anything but sex fever. This does not disprove my hating you.”
Zeth just chuckled again, settling between her legs. “Maybe you do.”
“And yet, you find yourself mysteriously attracted to me.” He ran a finger between her pussy lips and grinned madly when she whimpered in approval. “Don’t you?”a Rafflecopter giveaway
Rosalie Stanton is a multi-published erotic romance author, specializing mostly in paranormal and urban fantasy. A lifelong enthusiast of larger than life characters, Rosalie’s muse is fueled by alpha males, from badass bikers to scruffy-looking Nerf herders, and the intelligent, strong, and independent women who actually do the driving. She loves interweaving the lives of people who appear to be polar opposites and delving beneath the surface to see how well one actually complements the other.
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