“Ah.” He gulped what remained
in his glass and poured another. Much as he wanted to toss the second drink
after the first, he savored the smoky, sherry-scented taste in his mouth, on
his tongue. He owed that much to Max. And the Macallan was prime. He closed his
eyes in appreciation.
“Is it only alcohol that gets
you orgasmic?” inquired a throaty, feminine voice from across the room.
He turned slowly, reluctantly
meeting her gaze. Totally Acme-anviled when their eyes locked, his thoughts
scattered like cockroaches. His legs nearly buckled. The mating drive
overpowered his senses. Mine, mine, mine
pounded through him like a drumbeat, louder than his thundering pulse. A
blood-red haze descended over his corneas, his distorted vision allowing only
the image of Zena through the flickering flames, his hunger for her
all-consuming, his inner beast raging to be freed, to be fed. His need to be
inside her, to mark her as his, clobbered him, so compelling he didn’t know how
to resist.
No,
no, no. Not her. The
Queen would string his nuts on a necklace. Belting down his second drink, he
returned the tumbler to the sideboard before his fingers tightened on the glass
and cracked the crystal. Pressing his hands to his temples, he squeezed his
skull like a walnut, trying to prevent a potential bonding from happening. Not helping.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Goddess help him. From eyes
to tongue, she slayed him.
BLURB:
Sent into the human realm to retrieve prodigal princess, Zena Night, Bhyrne Raines is shocked and unprepared for his carnal reaction to the sexy succubus. In service to the succubus queen, the rugged enforcer must stifle the instant passion exploding within him. Fulfilling his royal duty doesn’t allow for quickie dalliances. His biological clock is ticking, and he begins to enter breedspawn, an intense and unstoppable frenzy of mating all fire-demon males must endure. But the more he wants to avoid Zena, the more he’s drawn to her.
Reluctant to give up her carefree life of partying among the mortals when the hot-as-sin Bhyrne comes to fetch her for the queen, Zena uses her succubus wiles to entice him, or at least delay the inevitable trip to the royal court. Once in the demon stronghold, hidden deep within the Catskill mountains, she learns the reason for the summons: she must choose a consort within two days.
Zena needs a mate. Bhyrne needs to mate. With time running out for both of them, they each turn to 1Night Stand. With time running out, can Madame Eve come to the rescue?
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