Demon slayer Thorn Magnusson is paid a visit by Wolfe McCoy, leader of Bad Boys Inc, and coerced into accepting an assignment that will clear his record, for good. His mission is to protect sassy witch, Lena Hendrix from Dirik, a descendant of Grendel.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, Lena invoked feelings deep within Thorn he couldn't understand, or ignore.
Their bond strengthens every moment they are together, and eventually he lowers his defenses, while continuing to harbor his dark secret. Who will protect Thorn's heart from the sensual vixen once she discovers his true identity?
Their bond strengthens every moment they are together, and eventually he lowers his defenses, while continuing to harbor his dark secret. Who will protect Thorn's heart from the sensual vixen once she discovers his true identity?
Excerpt:
He cared about her, and he would never forgive himself if something were to happen to her.
She watched as he retracted the magnificent sword. She knew he didn’t want to leave, and she didn’t want him to.
“I’m so sorry. I wish I could take them all away. Look—I’m going back downstairs, and I’ll take care of your door tomorrow.” She watched with regret as he turned and approached the door to leave.
“Wait!” She exclaimed as she slipped from between the sheets. All she wanted to do was snuggle up against his hard body. So many years had passed, and not having physical contact was beginning to take its toll. She yearned for someone to hold her and caress her.
“What’s up?” Shrugging his shoulders, he turned, glaring at her with hard blue eyes that softened, then hardened once again. He was unsure of many things. She could have sworn she saw flecks of yellow in them, or perhaps it was the bedroom light? Anticipation overwhelmed her, and wetness formed between her legs again. He was still wrestling with himself. She witnessed raw images in his mind of flinging her to the bed and making wild, passionate love to her. She wanted that, too, but lost her nerve.
“I’m okay, man. Thanks for being concerned.” After biting her bottom lip, she folded her arms and frowned. His chest had wisps of blond hair scattered across it, and the man possessed washboard abs from hell and, dear lord, she wondered how those large arms would feel wrapped around her.
There was something else lurking in his mind, something dark and almost malevolent. This was the part of him that frightened her, his unknown origins. This hadn’t happened before. She sensed his reservations, as well. She approached him, disappointed at the fact he backed away.
It was apparent whatever secret he harbored was lurking dangerously near the surface. The other life force was more apparent. Then, something else caught her attention. Her eyes lowered at the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
“I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” She swallowed and approached him, although every fiber in her being told her not to. His blond brows knitted together and she gasped as he rushed toward her. Damn, he was so tall! Her heart was pumping so fast, she thought it would explode.
“Stay the hell out of my mind, dammit! The last thing I want is the likes of a woman poking and prodding around my head!” Shit, he was pissed, and he had every right to be. She had stolen glimpses of his mind when she saw fit, but it was too tempting not to know what he thought or felt. She could feel heat waves emanating from him, but there was something oh so sexy about him at this particular moment that rocked her world.
“You’re staying in my house, remember? You can read minds, too, said so yourself. Are you a warlock or something? I bet you’re just sore because you’ve finally met someone whose mind you can’t read.” She watched as his chest heaved uncontrollably. He was losing it, but it excited her. He raised a finger in a chastising manner. Was she crazy? Why did she enjoy provoking him like this?
“Listen, you, stay out of my mind or else!” A seedy mixture of lust and anger emanated from his eyes. The muscles in his jaws twitched, further exciting her.
“Or else what?” She was testing the waters now, and oh so ready for him to take her. She felt the invasion of goose bumps as he moved closer. Gently, he laid Frieltjer on the nightstand, and pressed his body against hers. She felt his hot breath on her face, along with the bulge in his jeans. She dared not peek into his psyche now.
“Or else—” He backed her against the wall. “Or else I’ll give you a spanking you’ll never forget!” His body leaned into hers, and she sighed as her hand slid between them and rested itself on his bulge. He sighed, too, and his hands cupped her face.
“Oh, Thorn.” His name was garbled, and she tried dislodging the knot in her throat as he bent down and kissed her with firm, yet gentle lips. He pulled away, glaring at her while her breath escaped her.
“I want you, now.” His blue eyes widened, and his tone was demanding. She gasped when he thrust his hardness against her, pinning her to the wall. His eyes glazed over. “God, I want you so much, Ms. Hendrix.” He pressed his forehead against hers, then nuzzled her nose with his. “I wanted you a long time ago.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Her words were hushed and unbelievable to her own ears, she thought, allowing him to free her of the large pajama top. She gulped, swearing he could have heard it. She marveled at the expression on his face as those blue eyes explored her body.
“God, woman, you make me want to devour you.” His hands attached themselves to her small breasts, gently squeezing them. She moaned and leaned her head against the wall. Through half closed eyes, she observed the top of his head as he bent down, worshipping her aching nipples.
“Oh dear God!” She thrust her hips forward and placed her hands on his head, allowing her fingers to roam through the thick, blond strands. “Oh yesss, baby.” He continued grazing her nipples with his teeth, and moisture gathered between her thighs. She wanted him down there. Hoping he’d get the message, she parted her thighs and pressed her mound against his leg. He ceased his ministrations, allowing his gaze to penetrate her soul. To her, he looked like he was on an instant high if his glazed eyes were any indication.
“I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you,” he said as he took her by the arm and led her to the bed.
Wasting no time, he began shedding his jeans and undergarments.
She sat down on the bed, and her jaw dropped as he stood before her, naked. “Good God!” His thick heavily veined cock jutted out from a thick thatch of golden blond hair. It looked as though it would burst any moment as it twitched in anticipation of seeking refuge deep inside her.
“See something you like?” He smiled as he strode toward her.
“Um,” was the only thing that slipped past her lips as she realized she was about to get busy with a man who had been deemed a badass motherfucker in high school. A few images came to mind of how two of the biggest jocks had backed down from him when he simply looked at them.
She watched as his brows furrowed and he crossed his arms. She gauged his facial expressions, and suddenly, she knew what registered in his mind.
Before she had a chance to speak, he pounced on her like a hungry tiger. Her heart fluttered in her chest as he pushed her into the sheets, pressing his rock hard body against hers.
“Thorn, I—”
“Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re fucking beautiful. I knew I had to have you the moment I laid eyes on you. I wanted you a long time ago, and I want you even more now.” With those words, he ground his cock against her wet flesh, instigating a moan from her. “I love your body and what you do to mine. Before the night is over, I will explore every inch of you.”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” she demanded. Once more, she stole a small peek into his mind. He was thinking of doing delectable acts to her body, so much, so explicit, that she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. He was thinking of placing his tongue in every nook and cranny.
She shuddered as he planted smoldering kisses on her lips and flicked his tongue against hers. It amazed her how much pent up passion he was releasing. He was rough around the edges, but gentle, and basically made her putty in his hands. As they tongue-kissed, she decided to linger in his mind a few minutes more.
She knew he thought of gripping her plush ass cheeks as he slipped his tongue inside her. His wicked thoughts made her cream herself. She almost threw a fit when he broke the connection and peered into her eyes.
“I felt it!”
“What?” Her jaw dropped and she swallowed hard. Oh shit! He’s on to me again!
“You were in my mind, but it was so much stronger than before.” He kissed her again, and she felt his cock throb against her body. “I need you, baby,” he crooned. His words sent mini shockwaves over her skin. “Gotta have you—want to taste you,” he murmured against her neck. He looked into her eyes again, and she gasped at what she saw.
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