Hunter's Prey: Bloodhounds, Book 2 (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
His his his. A refrain. A scream. Screeching discordance, claws raking over him any time her skin wasn’t under his hands, his mouth. Everything burned, raged, but she was peace. Warm and soft, slick and welcoming. Pale skin on sheets, silken hair wrapped around his fist. Slender throat. Swollen lips. She arched as he pressed into her, deep deep falling drowning beautiful, how her body sheathed him, took him, clasped at him as she shuddered and came and came and came— Peace. For a moment, a heartbeat, then the fire flared, more demanding than ever. Under the madness, a man struggled to remember his name. Struggled to remember what names were, why words were important. They tumbled from his mouth beyond his control, sleek and seductive, crude and cunning. Commands: lick, suck, scream, touch, beg, come. He was still hard. Always hard, always aching, even when she stroked and touched, when she swallowed him and drove sounds from his throat, moans and guttural cries and the snarls and growls of a monster, a beast, a bloodhound.
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