The
Liger’s Mark by Lacey Thorn
Awakening
Pride Book Six
The
Avenging Angel…
Gabriel
is the man his people need, an avenging angel who brings death to
those who torture and massacre shifters. He never planned to take a
mate, but once he does, it takes everything he has to walk away. She
wears his mark, but for now, that’s all he can give.
A
Woman Alone…
Abandoned
at birth then shuffled between foster homes, Kenzie knows what it
means to be unwanted. Even adoption didn’t make her feel loved when
she was booted out at eighteen. She’d expected her mate’s mark
would give her a place to belong…and someone to whom she’d
belong. It didn’t. She was marked, mated then discarded.
Mine…
The
mark awakens things long dormant inside Kenzie and sends her on a
journey for answers. She won’t stop until she learns the truth,
even if it tears her world apart. She’ll find the ones who left her
to stand alone when they should have loved her. She’ll start with
her mate.
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Excerpt:
The
door flew open, and she blinked as she took in the huge liger that
padded inside. His mouth opened, teeth flashing as another roar
sounded, and the power of it shot straight to her womb. Adrenaline
surged through her, and she fought to push her claws out, to free
herself.
The
scuffle stopped, and both men faced the liger, but they were no
match. It was over far too quickly, leaving only corpses on the
wooden floor. The liger turned his head toward her, mouth opening,
but it wasn’t a roar this time. It was a purr—one she was more
than willing to return.
“Release
me,” she demanded, but it came out softly, her voice thick with
desire.
The
liger inhaled, its aqua gaze glowing. She closed her eyes briefly,
squeezing her thighs together as lust struck like an electric jolt
straight to her clit. She forced herself to look and found a man
before her, bigger and more beautiful than she’d ever imagined. She
knew he was hers. Finally, she’d found the one person who would
never leave her. Something inside her held back the claim she wanted
to make. She felt it, like a flutter of her senses, as if the animal
she could never reach was beating against a locked door.
“Your
name?” she asked, needing it as if it were a lifeline.
“Gabriel.”
Gabriel.
It sank deep into her soul, filling places that had been empty for
too long.
“My
hands,” she said, tugging at her tied wrists until his gaze moved
there.
He
shredded her bonds easily and before he could pull back she was on
him, arms wrapped around him, biting down on his chest, attempting to
claim him in a way he couldn’t deny. God help her, some part of her
sensed he might try to deny her.
He
gritted his teeth, holding back the growl his chest rumbled with as
she sucked his skin into her mouth, frustrated with her inability to
leave her mark and claim him as any other shifter would.
“You
can’t be mine,” he stated, voice rough and deep, but his hands
held her close.
“Mine,”
she countered, reaching for his hair and pulling his head down for
her kiss.
She
meshed their lips, pressing and fighting for him to let her inside.
Why was he denying her? Denying them? She nipped hard, biting his lip
forcefully enough to make him groan, and still he refused to open.
She ran her hand down his torso and wrapped her fingers around his
rock hard cock. He might be fighting the mating, but his body was
primed and ready for her.
He
groaned louder as she stroked him, mouth finally falling open, and
she flicked her tongue inside. He stiffened against her, his whole
body tensing until she feared he might break. Then it was as if his
control snapped. She found her back pressed to the mattress once
more, but this time her mate was over her, moving between her thighs.
His cock nudged her slick folds, lodging at her opening and with a
growl, he plunged deep.
“Damn
you,” he said with a harsh grunt as she panted and clung to his
broad shoulders.
This
was what she wanted, what she’d prayed a lifetime to find. Her
mate. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him against her
as he thrust. He had one hand cupped at her hip while the elbow of
his other arm rested by her head. His fingers gripped her hair as he
rode her. His head was tilted back, lips wide, as if even in taking
her he fought against her. Why was he holding back?
“Mine,”
she said again and let her teeth find the reddened mark she’d left
on him. She sucked at the skin again, and he jerked in response. She
bit down, frustrated with her inability to pierce his skin like she
craved to.
Another
rumble sounded from his chest, and he tugged her hair until her neck
was arched toward him. His lips whispered along her flesh, a light
caress that had her begging for more.
“Please,”
she sighed. Wanting this. Needing this.
“He
cut you.” The rumble was dark, erotic, and had her channel
clenching around his pistoning cock.
“Do
it,” she ordered, though it came out sounding more like begging
even to her.
His
tongue licked over the wound, tasting her, and she swore fire leaped
inside her at the slick caress of his tongue over the spot the knife
had scraped. She arched into him, pressing her neck more firmly
against his mouth.
“Do
it,” she ordered again.
A
fiery ache ripped through her womb again, and she finally realized
what was happening. The shot. Her body was starting to respond to the
shot the Professor had given her. Though it would still be a few days
before she went into full heat, she felt the changes the shot was
forcing in her body. She undulated, using the grip of her arms and
legs to curl up into him. Then she did something she swore she’d
never do for any man. She softened, relaxing her neck and whimpering
her need to him, submitting to anything he wanted. As if he’d only
been waiting for that, he struck, canines sinking deep just where she
longed for them.
Her
back hit the mattress as he took them both back down, teeth holding
her tight as his cock owned her pussy with every hard thrust of his
hips. Her whimpers turned to cries of pleasure as her body was flung
impossibly high. She felt it, a merging of so much more than their
orgasms. Lights flashed in her head and pain resonated, making her
cry out. She felt something, a shift inside her and clung to
consciousness as he whispered against her skin.
“I
can’t have you. Damn you! My life isn’t my own.”
She
wanted to claim him. Mine resonated in her mind, in
her heart, but blackness pulled her under before her lips could form
the word.
Author
Bio:
Lacey
Thorn is a National Bestselling Author of over fifty erotic romances,
including the award winning Awakening Pride Series. She has a passion
for romance and demands stories that end happily. As a single mom to
two teens and one pre-teen, she knows exactly how easy it is to be
pulled in multiple directions, always on the go. There’s nothing
better to relax with than a glass of wine, a hot tub of bubbles, and
a great book. So sit back, relax, and let her take you on an
adventure destined to help you unlace and leave the rest of the world
behind.
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