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Designs on a Warrior

Wolves of East Anglia

Author(s): Marisa Chenery

Finished with university and leaving her native Canada behind, Cydney visits Norwich, England with her best friend. And she's on the hunt...for a British boy toy to help fill her vacation. She finds the perfect candidate one night in a nightclub—he's tall, muscular and as good-looking as sin. She doesn't waste any time determining if he can be the one to occupy her time.

Wulfric—a shape shifting immortal warrior charged by the Anglo-Saxon god, Tiw, to protect mortals from werewolves sired by Fenris the wolf—has followed his prey's scent trail to a nightclub. Following inside to continue the hunt, he's confronted by a gorgeous woman who introduces herself while grabbing his crotch. He's even further distracted when he realizes that she's his mate.

But as things heat up between them, the disappearance of Cydney's best friend forces Wulfric to tell her the truth about himself before he's ready. And the chance of having to let her go could be one battle he'll lose in the end.

Publisher's Note: This was previously published.

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He took another deep breath, unable to resist her scent. He also detected the strong smell of alcohol. Wulfric took a closer look at her and realized his would-be mate was a little intoxicated. That could explain her boldness.

Gently, he wrapped his hand around her small wrist and pulled hers off his cock. Knowing what she could be to him, if he didn’t get some space between them, he was liable to embarrass himself by making a mess in his jeans.

Wulfric took a small step back. “I would love more than anything to take you up on your offer, Cydney, but it’ll have to be later. I have something to do right now.”

She looked from side to side. “Really? What? You don’t look particularly busy at the moment.”

“I’m looking for someone.”

Cydney licked her lips and pointedly looked him up and down again. “Well, you did find someone. You found me.”

He groaned to himself as his cock jerked inside his pants. A vivid image of her on her knees as her tongue circled the head of his dick flashed through his mind. He had to resist the pull she had over him. Besides having to continue to hunt his prey, Cydney wasn’t sober enough for him to do what he wanted to her. But then again, if she truly was his mate, and his wolf came to the surface while they made love, she wouldn’t be in any condition to notice. Wulfric savagely pushed that thought away. She wasn’t going to be a quick tumble in bed.

“Be that as it may, I still have to find this person. It’s important.” He let go of Cydney’s wrist and had taken another step back as she swayed closer. “We can get together tomorrow, say in the afternoon sometime? Why don’t you give me your mobile number?”

She gave him a pouty look. “I don’t have my cell phone with me. I left it at home in Canada since it wouldn’t work here. I’m staying with a friend and her family. I don’t remember their phone number offhand.”

He’d been right about the origin of her accent, after all. Wulfric looked over her head at the table where three other women watched them. He nodded in their direction. “Is your friend over there?”

Cydney took a quick glance over her shoulder before she met his gaze again. “Yeah, Maggie is over there.”

“Then how about we go to the table and I’ll ask for the number?”

She smiled. “Smart thinking.”

Wulfric sucked in a breath of pleasure that bordered on a moan as Cydney took hold of his hand, turned a little unsteadily and towed him toward the table where her friends sat. That small contact had his wolf whimpering, wanting to be even closer.

At the table, she turned to a woman with long, black hair. “Maggie, I need to give Wulfric here the phone number to your parents’ place. I can’t remember it.”

Maggie grinned. He pulled his hand free of Cydney’s and took out his mobile. Maggie rattled off a string of numbers, which he entered in his address book. That done, he stuck the phone back in his jeans’ front pocket.

“Thanks,” he said to Cydney’s friend. He glanced at the women at the table and gave them each a nod. He turned to his would-be mate. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He went to leave, but Cydney stopped him. “Not so fast. I’ll walk you out.”

Wulfric didn’t have time to protest before she once again took hold of his hand and towed him toward the club’s entrance. Outside, she led him down the sidewalk to a dark corner of the building, in the opposite direction he had to go to try to pick up the werewolf’s trail again.

“What time should I—”

He never got to finish his sentence. Cydney dropped his hand, and with a hard push, shoved him so his back landed against the club’s brick wall. Before he knew it, she was all over him. She stood on her tiptoes thrust her fingers through the sides of his hair and brought his mouth down to meet hers. Once their lips met, she kissed him hungrily, not waiting for him to respond before she ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth, begging for entrance.

Everything but the woman pressed up against him left his mind. Wulfric wrapped his arms around her waist and held her even closer as he opened his mouth and sucked her tongue inside. The taste of her went straight to his head. He moaned. Cydney’s grip on his hair tightened as she held him exactly where he assumed she wanted him.

She deepened the kiss, sucking and nipping at his bottom lip. Washed away on a tide of arousal, it took Wulfric a few seconds to recognize the burning sensation on the tips of his fingers for what it was. His claws threatened to come out. He felt them just beneath the surface of his skin. Another sign Cydney was the woman meant for him. He continued to kiss her as he cracked open his eyes. His eyesight was keener, which meant his pupils had increased in size. His eyes had gone wolf. He had to cool things down fast before she saw the change in them.

Wulfric pulled away from her mouth, and with his eyes closed, put his forehead to hers. His chest heaved as he fought to regain his breath. He held her still against him as he brought himself back under control. Once he opened his eyes, his eyesight had gone back to normal, and his claws had receded.

With a force of will, he set Cydney at arm’s length. He looked at her lips, which were swollen from his kisses, and her cheeks were colored with her arousal. The scent of it played havoc with the control he held over himself.

"I’ll call you late in the morning tomorrow,” he said, his voice husky.

She nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”

Knowing he’d better leave before he broke down and yanked her back into his arms again, Wulfric turned her toward the club’s entrance and sent her on her way with a gentle swat to her backside. He watched her go until she was safely back inside the building. It was going to be a hell of a long night.

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-92785-938-4
Genre: Paranormal
Date Published: 04/09/2014
Publisher: Forever More Publishing

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