In the town of Crescent Hills, Cassie has discovered her legacy as her long-sleeping wolf finally awakens, consuming her with an insatiable need to mate.
Though drawn to the handsome and sexy Royce, Cassie is unable to ignore the lust that burns through her when confronted with the possibility of mating with two other members of the pack.
However, while her wolf craves something new, Cassie’s desire for Royce is strong. The only way to satisfy the nature of both woman and wolf is to let all three men take her at once.
When the moon rides high in the sky, passions burn bright and hot. Are the feelings shared by Royce and Cassie real or are they nothing but shimmering illusions that exist only when their wolves are in control?
This is the second installment in TAKEN IN THE MOONLIGHT, an erotic paranormal romance trilogy. It contains strong language and explicit sex with multiple partners. For adult readers.
EXCERPT:
Cassie slowly opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. She was still in her room. Thank God. She stretched, enjoying the feel of the soft sheets against her skin. She sat up suddenly. She was naked. Quickly, she looked around the room. Her sweatpants and t-shirt lay crumpled on the floor.
Holy Hell.
Jumping out of bed, Cassie winced at the pain that lanced out from her thighs. Oh no. Slowly, she reached up and felt a fresh burst of pain when she touched her shoulder. She ran to the bathroom and flipped on the light.
Damn it! She stared at the bite mark on her shoulder. Last night had to be a dream, right? It had to be. There was no way she’d walk around naked outside, and there was really no way she’d have sex in the woods with a guy she just met. Right? The wound on her shoulder said she was wrong.
She turned from her reflection, as if no longer seeing the proof would make it go away. She remembered the strange call from Mom, and looking out the window at the moon. And then… What happened after that?
A foggy memory of golden eyes looking back at her from the windshield of her car. Royce whispering ‘Mine’ in her ear. She bit her lower lip and trembled at that thought.
Cassie quickly threw on her clothes and bolted out the door, shocked to see the sun so high in the sky. It had to be at least noon and she usually didn’t sleep so late. She looked towards the hotel office but there was no way to tell if Royce was there. What if he was? Hey, Royce. Silly question but did we happen to have sex out in the woods and then turn into wolves? Yeah, that conversation wasn’t happening.
She went back into the room, picked up her laptop, and headed back out the door, stopping to make sure it locked when she closed it. She had work to do, and thinking about last night would distract her in the worst way possible.
She climbed into her car and drove to the little diner she had seen the day before, letting her stomach guide her. As soon as she walked through the door, she knew her stomach had made the right decision. The air was filled with the smell of frying meat and her mouth watered with anticipation. The waitress led her to a table and handed her a menu.
“Would you like anything to drink? Coffee? Juice? Soda?” the waitress asked.
“Coffee sounds great.”
The waitress nodded and walked off as Cassie examined the menu. After the weird night she had, she decided she’s pull out all the stops and get the works: eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, pancakes, and toast. Hopefully this was one of those ‘serve breakfast at any time’ places. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she suddenly felt uneasy. Glancing around, she noticed the waitress staring at her. She stared back, a growl forming in her throat.
The bell above the door rang and Cassie’s nose flared, detecting a familiar scent. She looked over and a swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach.
Royce stood at the door, looking at her. He glanced around and then slowly approached her. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi.”
“Mind if I sit down?”
Cassie studied him. “How polite of you. I don’t recall you asking for permission last night.”
A muscle in Royce’s cheek twitched and a glint of anger flashed in his eyes before he looked away. After a few seconds, he looked back at her. “We need to talk about that… and other things.”
She motioned towards the empty seat across from her. The waitress returned with Cassie’s coffee as Royce sat down, giving him a strange look.
“Hi, Royce. You want the usual?” Her eyes went from Royce to Cassie and then back again, and Cassie detected something – nervousness? anger? – in her voice.
Royce shook his head. “No thanks, Jenny. Just coffee.”
The waitress nodded sharply, glancing at Cassie again before she turned and walked away. Royce clasped his hands on the table, staring at Cassie with his brown-gold eyes. Cassie remembered his big hands on her body and felt herself blush. She stared hard at her coffee cup, as if all the answers she sought were in there.
After a few seconds passed without Royce saying anything, she glanced back up at him. His eyes shone as if lit from within. Anger? Passion? A trick of the light? Someone has to start this rodeo, she thought. Might as well be me. “Did last night really happen?”
Royce nodded.
“How?” she asked. “What did you do to me?”
Royce’s eyebrows shot up. “What do you mean?” he asked, surprise in his voice.
Cassie leaned forward, glancing around to make sure nobody was close enough to hear. “I mean I don’t usually roll around in the woods right after meeting a guy.” A surge of unexpected anger ignited within her. “What did you do to me?” she demanded through gritted teeth, barely restraining the urge to wrap her hands around Royce’s throat. “Did you drug me?”
Royce looked down at her hands, concern wrinkling his forehead. She followed his gaze. Her fingers had tensed up without her realizing it, her nails digging deep gouges into the table’s surface.
Cassie jerked her hands away and stared at them as if they belonged to someone else. Her nails, usually kept short, were at least an inch long and looked razor-sharp. As she watched, they slowly shrank back to normal length. She looked at Royce, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. “What’s happening to me?”
Royce reached up and ran his hand through his hair, his eyes refusing to meet hers for more than a few seconds at a time. He looked around the little diner as if waiting to meet somebody, alternating between drumming his fingers on the table and clasping his hands together. After a few minutes, he drew in a deep breath, exhaled sharply, and looked at Cassie with an intensity that made her squirm in her seat.
“There’s no easy way to say it,” Royce said, “so I’ll just say it.” He stared at Cassie, studied her. “You’re a werewolf.”
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