I'm Helena and I'm no delicate flower, my rough touch making former paranormal lovers cry. I'm looking for someone big and strong and preferably not a wolf, especially not that alpha wolf I have stalking me.
I'm not attracted to him -- no matter how wide his shoulders or how high his pain tolerance. I'm not that foolish. Lasting relationships between wolves and vampires are forbidden, and this male has the gleam of forever in his wild eyes. He is determined to make me his mate and that, I know, will break the fragile peace between our species.
There's a thin, blood-red line between enemies and lovers. I'm about to cross it.
Praise for Fangs In Fur
"Ms. Sax adds generous doses of humor to the story as she invades the private thoughts of her characters. The sex between Marrok and Helena is hot enough to scorch the pages of this book."
-- 5 Stars from Candy, Sensual Reads
"I enjoyed this paranormal romance... a fast-paced story that is filled with action and a lot of hot and steamy sexual encounters between the two main characters."
-- 4 Hearts from Janie, The Romance Studio
Fangs In Fur
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Copyright ©2013 Cynthia Sax
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01 Helena's Journal
"I'll marry him. I won't go against the council." Sabella, my soon-to-be-wed best friend, stares forlornly into a shot glass of fermented blood, her sixth, tenth, twentieth; hell, I don't know how many drinks she's slung back tonight. I've lost track. I haven't seen my blueblood buddy sober since she was told she'd have to marry some all-powerful wolf king, solidifying the fragile link between the wolves and the vampires.
I'd like to form a link between the wolves and the vampires -- a sexual link. I cast a covert glance at the hunky hunk of a wolf shifter lurking in the shadows. He's been hunting us since we staggered into the paranormal bar, his heated gaze making my previously sleeping pussy wake up and purr.
"And I guess I'll have to let him fuck me," Sabella concedes primly as though she hadn't once banged an entire football team. "But." She waves one pale slender finger in the air, her manicure as perfect as she is. "I'm not sharing my blood with a dog."
A wolf, not a dog. I survey my wolf shifter's obscenely wide shoulders, and I lick my lips, hungry for a taste of him. My pussy playdar predicts he'll be a three-course meal in and out of the sack, well able to satisfy all of my healthy appetites, unlike the snack pack members surrounding him.
"If you don't share your blood with your little doggie, won't he die?" Charlotte has a death grip on the edge of the bar as though she's afraid she'll fall off her barstool, my colorful friend participating in a sympathy drunk.
I'm the designated sucker... driver, my friends knowing I'll do anything for them. I'm like a damn dog in that way, loyal to a fault. I glance at my wolf shifter. Five long scars run down his cheek, the silver marks gleaming against his tanned skin. His hair is short and brown and appears soft to the touch, like fuzz on a newborn puppy's belly. I hold his dark-eyed gaze, silently challenging him.
Come and get me, big dog.
If you dare.
"Then he'll die." Sabella slaps the wooden bar top. She must have liked how that sounded because she hits it again and again and again. The bartender, a grumpy ol' gnome, gives her the evil eye, but doesn't say anything. Like most of the bar's patrons, he's scared shitless of us.
Not my wolf though. I give him a small smile, flashing him some fang. He's badass, alpha vibes rolling off of him in heavy sexy waves. Oh yes, baby. Who let the dog out? Woof! Woof!
"I won't spend eternity with a male I don't love," Sabella, the council's beloved princess, slurs, wobbling on her bar stool. The other more prissy council members would be mortified if they saw her now. I'm her best friend though. I've seen her batshit wasted. My recurring role in her drunken dramas is to hold her perfect hair as she pukes.
"You might love wolf boy," I volunteer, playing Suzie Sunshine -- my weak attempt at hauling this drunkfest out of the depths of despair. "You don't know."
"I do know," Sabella snaps, her eyes blazing red. "I can't love an animal and to have him touch me..." She shudders dramatically. "I'd rather do a human. No offense." She pats Charlotte's arm. Our newly-turned friend had remained more human than vampire.
"None taken." Charlotte grins, her bubblegum pink lipstick smeared over her white teeth. Her crazy red hair sticks straight up, and one of the buttons on her bright yellow top abandoned the good ship Charlotte an hour ago. She's a mess, but she has a beloved who adores her, the lucky beyotch.
And soon Sabella will have a beloved also. Wolf boy will fall in love with her because everyone loves Sabella, and I'll be left alone, surrounded by wimps too weak to approach me. Sucks to be me.
"I heard." Sabella looks around her. I don't know what she's looking for, and I doubt, in her inebriated state, she knows either.
"Come here. Come here. Come here." She crooks her finger at us. We obligingly lean in, the alcohol fumes spewing from her mouth powerful enough to be considered an alternative fuel source.
"I heard they do it in wolf form," she yells at ear-splitting levels, and I wince, deafened for the rest of my immortal life.
"Not all of the time," I scoff, bluffing shamelessly, knowing ass all about how wolf shifters fuck.
I did my research on the furry four-legged kind, for Sabella's sake, of course, not out of any unseemly fascination with beast men. I smile at my hunkalicious wolf shifter, ensuring his attention hasn't wandered, and it hasn't; his gaze is fixed on me.