Pharon's Demon by Anne Marsh Read Free Book Online Page B

“Pirate.” The word no
longer seemed so alien.
    “Yes. Stealing females, breaking hearts.” She
stared up at him hopefully and then wriggled, offering him a
tantalizing glimpse of her pink, glistening sex.
    “Plundering and pillaging,” he offered. She
raised one leg to his shoulder and let her legs fall apart. He
gasped, unable to bite back the sound. Gods above, he wanted
her.
    “Yes,” Bennu agreed, “starting with the mate
you’ve carried off from beneath Pharon’s nose. What price do you
think such a theft might merit.”
    “A very high one indeed,” he agreed solemnly
and then proceeded to show her exactly what mercy a pirate—and a
thief—might expect at the hands of her mate.

The Hunt
     

    No matter how they try to flee, the virgins
who enter the twisting tunnels of the Guardians are destined to be
caught. Actually, most don’t try too hard. The stories of warriors
who can take on Cat form, of lovers who can make a woman scream
with pleasure, are just too enticing.
    But Miu is no virgin, and she’s joined the
Hunt with her own agenda. After she steals the moonstone necklace
she’s been sent for, she has no intention of becoming some Cat’s
tasty morsel. Too late she discovers these kitties have some
deliciously kinky habits, and the dark hunter on her trail isn’t
about to let impudent thievery go without punishment of the most
exquisite kind.
     

And… if you enjoy THE HUNT’s kinky cats, wait
until you see what the Cajun werewolves get up to….
     

     
     
Tempted by the Pack –
Excerpt
     
    “Caught you,” he growled in her ear.
    “Let you,” she growled right back.
    Rafer turned her around to face his unmated
Pack members and asked her the question they all wanted to know the
answer to. “Who do you choose? Pick one.”
    “Hell, pick us all,” Dag drawled.
    Pick one.
    Lark leaned back, savoring the masculine heat
pressed up against her. She hadn’t had a lover in years, so maybe
this feverish need was her subconscious’s desperate S.O.S. Because,
God, the Breaux brothers were hot. The reality was so much better
than the rumors she'd heard. These men focused on her looked hungry .
    And Rafer Breaux had his hands on her.
Finally.
    “You got fantasies, chère .” Rafer’s
words were no question.
    She let her head hit his shoulder, looking up
at him. “Guess you weren’t kidding.”
    “I warned you. We need you,” he said, his
voice low and harsh as he bent his head to her ear again. Like a
lover whispering compliments, except she couldn’t imagine him doing
the pretty. He was too straightforward. Too blunt. She liked that.
Rafer Breaux wouldn’t lie to her.
    His thumb stroked over the pulse in her
wrist, and she wrapped her free hand around his. When she tugged,
he didn’t let go.
    Around them, the other men moved closer.
Watching. “This feels good.” Rafer sounded confident. Certain.
Suddenly, putting herself in his hands seemed like an excellent
idea. “You wan’ to try us all?” He made the suggestion like he was
holding her plate at a buffet, waiting for her to point and choose.
“You can. No worries.”
    She shook her head. There were some places
she wasn’t going tonight, no matter how strange the bayou bred
them. “I don’t know your brothers,” she protested.
    Amusement colored his words. “You want
introductions? You and I, we know each other.” He made that brief
acquaintance of theirs sound intimate. He gestured one of the other
men forward. “This here is Dag. The twins, Dre and Landry. And over
there are Luc and Jackson. These are my famille .”
    Dag wasn’t as tough and mean-looking as the
man currently pinning her wrists to her side—and she hadn’t
overlooked how he held her in place and showed no signs of letting
go—but he was still plenty rough around the edges. His short, dark
hair was cropped close to his head, drawing her attention to his
bronzed skin and the hard lines of his face. He was no playful,
laughing lover—and yet the