By Marguerite Kaye
Scottish Highlands, 1700
Legend tells of a extended family of fierce warriors, the Faol, who've mastered the spirit of the wolf residing within them. they're famed for his or her ability in battle—and for his or her impossible to resist attract to mortal women...
It is an charm fiery Iona McKinley stories firsthand while she is taken by way of Prince Struan Tolmach, Lead Alpha of the Faol. His contact is exciting and arousing...but she's destined to be claimed by way of one other warrior. Will Struan danger wasting his extended family to maintain Iona for himself?
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The two huge beasts fought furiously, a blur of fur and snapping fangs and low growls, but it was obvious from the start that, mighty warrior as Lulach may be, he was no match for Struan, who was more powerful, more relentless, possessed of a fearsome, dominant life-force that would not be denied. His jaws clamped around the neck of the brown wolf, dragging the beast to the ground, where it lay cowering and trembling. Iona screwed her eyes tight shut, unable to watch what must surely follow, the savage tearing of Lulach’s throat.
Her own heat, too, tightening in her belly, pooling between her thighs. She ached for him to touch her. A myth come to life. Unreal. And yet deeply, viscerally real. She wanted him to kiss her, just so she could discover for herself what danger tasted like. “You don’t want me. ” “Not revenge—justice. On Kentarra you will be claimed. You will become one of us, bound to the clan. ” He stroked the soft skin of her neck. ” Iona’s breath was coming in shallow, sharp gasps. His touch was beguiling. Thrilling.
He knew it with a terrible certainty. He was Prince of the Faol. She was not meant for him, though he felt that no one could ever be more right for him. If he took her now, he could ruin them both. With a hoarse cry, Struan tore himself free from her embrace, from her intoxicating scent, from her intoxicating presence. Iona sat up, clutching her tattered sark around her. ” He was looking at her strangely. The scarlet flag of shame replaced the flush of desire that coloured her throat. ” He looked at her, smudged lips, tangled hair, eyes dark with the remnants of desire.