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It's dark. It's gritty. A totally addicting adventure you won't want to miss!~Stacey Brutger
Ancient magic has been unleashed into the world. It’s willing to do anything to survive, even if it means war. Only one woman can kill it…or set it free.
The local witches’ coven offers Raven a trade: Surrender herself to them for one week or give up a member of her pack. She thought they wanted to study her, but Raven discovers something far worse—murder. To save her pack, Raven must make the ultimate sacrifice…her freedom.
Witches are being drained of power and killed using a wild magic that’s been dormant for centuries. Tasked with locating the one responsible for releasing it, Raven soon finds herself the prey rather than the hunter. The more lives the magic claims, the stronger the killer becomes. As she and her pack scramble to unravel the secrets of the coven, her own beast starts to wake, and she’s not sure which is more dangerous…the killer or her beast. But one thing is sure, if the coven and pack don’t learn to work together, none of them will survive the coming storm.
“When’s the last time you fed?”
Rylan stiffened as if she’d asked him the last time he had sex.
His silence spoke volumes.
“You’re injured, balanced on a sword’s edge. Can you go another night without feeding?” The last thing they could afford was for him to lose control. “I can—”
“No!” Both men spoke at once.
Rylan’s eyes changed from one blink to the next, the lovely blue gone, revealing the pure predator beneath.
“He can take mine.” Durant spoke the words behind clenched teeth.
Both men grimaced.
“You’re injured as well.” Raven headed toward the door. “I’ll talk to the shifters—”
“It’ll be better if it come from me.” Durant rolled up his sleeve, and her eyes automatically dropped to gawk at the lovely muscles that corded his arm. They were so distracting that it took her a full minute to notice the claw marks that twisted up his forearm.
He was healing but slowly.
She found herself drawn closer. “You need time to heal.”
He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, his tiger giving a faint rumble of pleasure at the simple touch. “Even injured, I’m the strongest shifter here. My blood is more potent than the others’. Your vampire will heal faster and won’t need to take as much.”
She glanced over her shoulder to see Rylan shrug, his face betraying none of his emotions. “He’s correct.”
Raven tightened her lips against arguing. The decision was difficult enough for them without her saying anything more. Because of their distrust of each other, Durant wouldn’t have offered, nor would Rylan have accepted, if they had any other choice. “Very well. How do you want to do this?”
She pulled away, nervous energy skating up her spine, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting. Before she could take another step, Durant grabbed her arm and dragged her closer. “This will go better if you stay in sight.”
Apparently in sight meant plastered against his chest.
“We’re both predators. Neither of us was built to tolerate the other in our territory. We can use you as a buffer.” He ran a hand up her back in a way that made her shiver and melt against him. “It will keep both of us in check.”
It sounded logical, but the closer Rylan came, the more she felt ready to jump out of her skin. Durant growled low in his throat, narrowing his eyes over her head, his hold leaving bruises.
Raven jolted at Rylan’s soft demand.
Easy for him to say.
How do you distract an animal from its prey?
Feeling foolish, Raven stood on her tiptoes, placed her hands on either side of Durant’s face and pulled his head down to hers. The growling stopped. She leaned in closer, her lips only inches apart from his, and held him still. “Hold out your arm.”
His brows furrowed, and Raven leaned back infinitesimally. Not an inch passed before he thrust out an arm. “My kiss.”
It was a gruff demand.
She studied his mouth, remembering the wild taste of him, and shivered with the need for more. She brushed her lips against his once, a feather-light touch, savoring the forbidden.
Rylan used the distraction and sank his fangs into the curve of Durant’s elbow.
Durant grunted as if struck, and the big tiger tensed at the invasion. Fearful he’d pull away, Raven deepened the kiss, nibbling at his lips until he growled and took control. His mouth ravaged hers as if he’d been starved for the taste of her. Her knees weakened, and he ruthlessly took advantage by dragging her up his body and demanding more.
She ran her hands up his chest and grabbed his shoulders, loving the way he hummed with pleasure at her touch. By the time he lifted his head, she was breathless and wanting more. Rylan was pressed against her back, Durant against her front, and she felt cherished.