STORY EXCERPT

It was an obsession. She was an obsession. He had to find her. He had to have her, to posses her, to dominate her. She was his. And no one, not even she, would tell him no.

Mikhail Nikolaevich lifted his face into the passing wind, sniffing the frosty air. There was a variance of smells combined in the breeze, but he could easily pick out her personal fragrance. It smelled soft and musty like wild flowers and summer rain.

It was a seductive aroma. The mere hint of her scent made his cock harden with each breath that he took. She had quickly become an addiction many months ago, an addiction that he was not unwilling to feed. And feed it he would.

Jumping down from his crouched position on top of the cement steps leading down into the city park, Mikhail briskly started walking through the manicured grounds. He had been tormenting himself for two days now. It had taken him three days just to find his prey. He knew he could have taken her that first night when he had first caught her scent. She would be easy prey, walking alone through the park as she was.

But he wanted to draw his torture out, to relish in its wicked pleasure. It made the hunt all the more entertaining. He had possessed her once and he would possess her again. It made his wait all the more sweet. Mikhail ran his tongue over his slightly distended teeth. He would not be able to put off claiming her too much longer. He could feel his tense control slowly slipping away. The beast within wanted out.

His lips twisted in a cynical smirk as he admitted he would miss the chase. It had been gratifying. She had known almost immediately that someone, or something, had been stalking her. He had felt her fear and her determination to escape him. He chuckled at her efforts to evade him, almost as if she had a choice.

He also knew she was aware of him, aware that he had come for her. While joined bondmates were always aware of their consorts, he had been a little surprised that she had picked up on his presence so quickly. That usually did not happen until after the joining. It had just made him all the more certain that she was the one he had been searching for.

Mikhail lifted his face into the cold breeze once more, inhaling her scent. She was nearby, here, in the park. He could feel her, her essence, her very heart beating. And it was beating very fast, almost too fast. Mikhail’s smile was one of satisfaction, knowing that she felt his presence, and that he unnerved her.

It was not necessarily a bad thing for his bondmate to be a little afraid her Cadre. It would make her obedience more certain. As the Cadre male of his clan, obedience from his bondmate was imperative. It kept him from hurting her during the seeking or the joining, or both.

Mikhail quickened his pace down the cement walkway that wound through the park. Tonight was the night. Tonight, she would finally be his. He could feel the beast within him stirring for the hunt. His blood started to heat up in anticipation of the prize he was about to seize. His teeth ached, wanting to sink into her soft flesh. He could feel blood lust coursing through his veins. Soon, very soon, she would be his again.

Mikhail’s pace was fast now, his feet barely touching the hard ground below him as he zeroed in on her. He caught a glimpse of her up ahead of him. She was walking as fast as she could without actually running. He could feel her body tighten in anticipation of an attack. She definitely knew he was here.

Again, a streak of satisfaction ran through his body at the thought that she was already aware of him, even before their eventual joining. It gratified him that her abilities were so strong. He knew she would make a good bondmate for a Cadre when he had chosen her.

The smile on Mikhail’s lips quickly turned into a snarl as he felt her fear turn to total terror. Something was wrong. The fear she felt was way beyond what woman should feel when her bondmate was nearby.

Mikhail increased his speed until he was mere feet from his prey. He sensed the pulse on her neck hasten in fright. It was beating fast. Normally, he would be happy he could quicken her blood like this. But he immediately knew he did not cause this. Something, or someone, was after her besides him. They were not alone.

Clearing his mind of the lust that filled him, Mikhail sensed the presence of three human males. He could feel the evil emanating from them. They were up to no good. And they were after that which Mikhail considered his. Mikhail felt the beast inside of him seethe with anger as he attempted to hold it in. It wanted blood.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Katia,” Mikhail groaned again as both of his hands slid her skirt up and grasped her nearly bare buttocks. Katia felt him inhale deeply as he discovered the tiny bit of cotton that slid between her cheeks. One lone finger softly caressed the small cotton string, following it down between her thighs.

Mikhail’s whole body shuddered as he reached the small patch of material that covered her wet folds. Katia wanted to scream with frustration as his fingers slid along the edges of her g-string. If he would just move to the left or the right she knew that it would be so much better.

“Mikhail, please,” she begged.

“Yes?” he asked. “What do you want, little love?”

Katia arched her neck as his lips grazed down her cheek. Her hands wrapped in his long hair, unusually unbound. His lips trailed down her neck toward her chest.

Katia arched her body back as his lips suckled one of her raised nipples through the ribbed cotton of her baby blue tank top. A soft moan escaped her lips as his teeth gently nipped at the swollen bud.

With one hand secured around Mikhail’s neck, she reached down and pulled her shirt up over her breasts, baring her chest to his hungry gaze. Katia was not a vain woman by any means, but the shudder that racked Mikhail’s body upon seeing her large, firm breasts totally bare could have made her one.

She was unprepared for the ferocity of Mikhail’s hunger as he crushed her body to his, his lips latching onto her soft, pink nipple. His hands suddenly seemed to be everywhere at the same time.

Katia let out a yelp that quickly turned into a moan as Mikhail ripped away the material between her thighs and replaced it with his hand, his fingers sliding between her wet lips before they pushed inside of her. The sensation was almost more than she could take.

“Oh hell, you’re so tight,” Mikhail growled as he pushed one, then two fingers into her. “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

Katia shuddered at his lewd words. She had never heard Mikhail talk like that. And it turned her on, a lot.

“Misha,” she groaned as she bent over and bit Mikhail on the neck, hard enough to draw a drop of blood. Damn, he tasted so good. Katia wrapped her lips around the small wound she had made on Mikhail’s neck and sucked a little harder. Apparently that was all Mikhail needed to throw him over the edge.

The next thing Katia knew, Mikhail’s slacks were unzipped and his long hard cock wrapped in his hand. Katia’s thighs tightened around his waist each time the hard head brushed against her swollen nub.

“Misha,” she groaned again.

“Do you like that, Kat?” He asked as he rubbed against her again. He had to know she was nearing orgasm. “Tell me you like that.”

Katia’s unfocused gaze turned to Mikhail. His eyes were almost pure black with arousal. “Misha.”

“Yes? What do you want, Kat?” She just shook her head back and forth. “Is this what you want?” He asked as he pushed his large cock against her small entrance.

“Yes, God, yes!” she screamed.

Mikhail pushed the head of his cock into her moist entrance, inch by hard inch. When he was sure that Katia could accept him, he pushed all of his rock hard cock into her, breaking through the thin veil of her innocence as if he couldn’t stop himself.

Mikhail grunted as he started to thrust into her. “I can’t stop, Katia. No one has ever made me lose control the way you do. I know this is your first time but I—I’ve wanted you for so very long.”

Wrapping her long blond hair around his fist, Mikhail ravaged her lips with his.

“You’re mine now,” he said between several lengthy kisses. And when her lips were swollen from his attentions, he repeated his entreaty, lest she forgot it in her pleasure. “I will never let you go.”

Katia heard his words, but her ecstasy was so high she didn’t really know what he was saying. Taking her to the edge, Mikhail stopped moving long enough to get her attention. “Kat, look at me.”

Katia tried moving up and down on his lap, wanting him to continue the mind numbing pleasure he that gave her.

“Kat, look at me,” he demanded as his hands held her hips still. Katia raised her passion filled eyes to Mikhail’s.

“Misha,” she begged, “please.”