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Winter Craving

Canyon Creek Wolves

Author(s): Marisa Chenery

Mate branded and in need of finding his mate, Cyrus had no clue the woman lost in a winter storm he’d volunteered to look for would be his one and only. He’d planned to go wolf and use her scent to locate her, but one sniff and his body came to life, declaring her as his mate. Now he must find her before the snow claims her and she’s lost to him.

Shyla knew she’d messed up after becoming hopelessly lost in the storm raging around her. Though waking up naked in the arms of her hunky rescuer as he tried to warm her up, suddenly turned her bad luck into good. Craving more than his body heat, she can’t help acting on the feelings he stirs inside her.

As a wolf shifter, Cyrus only has so long to claim Shyla as his or lose the human half of himself. As their new relationship spirals out of control, he may yet face the ultimate price.   

Excerpt


Shyla jerked her head back and looked into a face so handsome it literally took her breath away. Light green eyes were turned in her direction. A look of relief and something earthy swirled in their depths. She resisted the urge to reach up and brush away some of his black hair that had fallen across one eye.

That bone-melting scent seemed to intensify, and Shyla’s gaze was drawn to his firm lips. She licked hers before she could stop herself, which caused another groan to rumble out from deep inside his chest. Those two things had her heart beating faster and her arousal making itself known.

“Hi,” he said in a deep voice.

That one word seemed to sink into her and do naughty things to her body. Visions of pushing this gorgeous specimen of a man onto his back and riding his cock until she screamed her pleasure flitted through her mind. Her pussy reacted to her thoughts as an ache took up residence inside her.

Once she found her voice, she said, “Hi.”

“How are you feeling?”

At first, her desire-confused brain thought he’d asked what she was feeling, as in touching. Shyla barely stopped herself from saying a hard male body she’d love to explore with her lips and tongue. She squeezed her legs together to try to alleviate some of the ache that continued to throb there. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and exhaled on a quiet moan.

Shyla cleared her throat. “Ah, fine.”

“Good. You’re probably wondering how you ended up naked in bed with an equally naked man you don’t even know.”

She felt herself blush. That very important question had somehow never come to mind. It should have been the first thing she wanted an answer to after she’d woken up. The last thing she remembered was falling in the snow, closing her eyes and thinking to only rest for a few minutes as the blizzard raged around her.

“A little,” she finally answered.

“I’m Cyrus. I was at the general store when your cousin’s husband, John, came in looking for more volunteers to help look for you. I was the one to find you.”

Shyla cringed at the thought of her stupidity dragging others out into the storm to search for her. “I hope the others aren’t still out there.”

“Not to worry, Shyla, they’re not. I texted John once I brought you to my place. He’ll call tomorrow. Cell phone signal isn’t great right now.”

“I guess John told you my name. And I found that out about the cells right quick once I dumped the snowmobile.”

“So that’s what happened to you.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I wasn’t strong enough to right it again. I should have stayed with the machine, but the storm had picked up and I figured I’d be better off moving.”

“It doesn’t matter now. I’m glad found you.”

Cyrus rubbed her back, reminding her they were both naked. “Um, is there a reason why we don’t have any clothes on?”

“That’s what I do whenever I find a strange woman who has collapsed in a winter storm. I bring her home, then strip off her clothes so I can lie naked with her. Once she’s no longer cold, I like to torture her with a feather until she begs for mercy.” At Shyla’s single raised brow, Cyrus broke out in a smile that made her want to drool and laughed. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

She shook your head. “I get the feeling you can be a bit of a smart ass.”

He grinned. “When the mood strikes. I’ll answer you seriously this time. I was warming you up. I read somewhere it was best to do it skin-to-skin.”

“I was that bad?”

“You were. I think you were borderline hypothermic. I couldn’t rouse you. And you didn’t wake up at all on the trip here.”

Shyla looked around the room, making note of the timber walls and exposed ceiling beams. They had to be inside a log cabin. “Thanks for saving me.” A thought struck her. “Ah, won’t your girlfriend or wife be pissed when she learns you were in bed with a naked woman who wasn’t her?”

He chuckled. “I don’t have either one of those. What about a husband or boyfriend for you?”

“I don’t have any of those as well. I recently moved to Canyon Creek. And I didn’t leave any broken hearts back in Chicago.”

“Good. I bet the last time you ate was before you went out snowmobiling. I’m going to make you some soup. It should help keep you warm.”

Cyrus threw back the covers on his side of the bed and slipped off the mattress. Shyla managed to catch a quick glimpse of his cock as he stood, which was thick, long and erect. She just about swallowed her tongue as he turned, bent and picked up a pair of jeans from the floor. His body was perfect without an inch of fat anywhere. As he straightened, she guessed him to be around six-foot-five, about a foot taller than her.

Once he pulled on his pants and had done them up, he turned to face her. “Well, come on.”

She noticed the black Celtic-style tattoo where his neck and shoulder met that had two wolves with their heads thrown back on a howl as they stood facing each other. She had a weakness for guys with tattoos. She thought they were sexy as all hell.

Even though Cyrus had already seen her butt naked, Shyla held the covers up to her chest. “Where are my clothes?”

He pointed to a pile of clothing on the floor in front of the fireplace. “Right there.”

Shyla looked from Cyrus, to the clothes and back again. “Could you at least bring them over to the bed for me?”

He gave her a crooked grin. “I could, but I’d rather not.” 

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-92785-933-9
Genre: Paranormal
Date Published: 03/20/2014
Publisher: Forever More Publishing

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