Roake Bishop is half lion, half tiger—a hybrid beast. He is more animal than human, but he relies on that to survive. After escaping from the depraved hands of a brotherhood that thinks mixed shifter species should be eradicated, he meets his mate.
Emma Leno, a clouded leopard shifter, runs a farm in Sweet Water with her brother. When an explosion rocks the small town, she finds her mate in the most unexpected place.
Being mates means the attraction between Emma and Roake is undeniable. He can’t stay away from her, no matter how dangerous he knows he is. But he wants revenge against the Purebred Brotherhood, and won’t stop until he exacts it.
Roake must decide if he can walk away from his mate. For the first time in his damaged life he realizes that revenge isn’t the only driving force to survive.
“God, what is happening to me, Roake?” she said and leaned her head back on the wall. She looked down the length of his chest, and he saw her gaze stop at the black tiger stripes that lined both of his sides. If she thought that was different, she hadn’t seen anything yet. When he shifted he was another animal altogether. But the only thing he smelled from her was her lust for him. When she reached down and touched his stripes that arousal scent intensified. She leaned in this time and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, and at the same time started working the button of his jeans undone.
“You’re surrendering to your mate, baby.” He grinned, but it wasn’t from pleasure. “We’re going to fuck, Emma. I’m going to fuck you.” He could have said it a little less harshly, could have tried to make her feel cherished and special, but he wasn’t that kind of man. He was going to give it to her the only way he knew how, and by the way she moaned and thrust out her breasts, which were barely restrained by her lace bra, he knew that was fine with her. Besides, it didn’t matter what he called what they were about to do, because in the end it was all the same: Roake claiming his mate and making it known she was his.
He slipped his hands beneath her ass, gripped her tiny panties that were nothing more than a strip of fabric, and ripped those motherfuckers in half. She was wet and smelled so fucking good. Roake stepped back only enough to grab her ankles. He lifted her legs and placed her heels on the bench she sat on. Her pussy spread open for him like a damn flower in the sun. Her clit was swollen, and he was going to make her scream before he slid his cock into her pussy. He slid his fingers through her slit and gathered her cream before bringing it to his mouth.
“Watch me, Emma,” he said deeply, but she was already staring right at him.
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