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It's time for another #throwbackthursday as we get closer to the release of CHARMING THE ALPHAS!
Luke, Ambrosia, and Evan are battling their bond. Ambrosia is determined to break it with dragon's blood, but her men are desperate to show her love can not be contained within the rule books of the High Council. Read on to find out more!
“Take what you want, sweetheart.”
“There’s no hiding, little witch. Our wolves are hungry. Don’t be scared.” The only thing Ambrosia feared was being alone in the middle of a snow storm with them another minute. Still, Luke’s warning weaved through the trees.
Suddenly, as if the goddesses conspired against her, she hit a deep section and face-planted. She threw out her arms but still ended up with a mouth full of snow.
With lightening quick reflexes she rolled over and pushed, but yelped when her foot didn’t budge. Rough bark scraped against the inside of her ankle as she flexed her leg and pulled.
Buried roots entangled her, locking her in place. “Hellz fucking bellz!” So help her…
On the verge of tears, she pounded a fist into the snow, but it didn’t help lessen the frustration eating at her. It seemed like everything that could go wrong tonight did exactly that. What the fuck!
Fast-paced footfalls brought her head around. “Need a hand?” Evan and Luke stalked forward, their pace swift, stealthy.
Crimson reflected moonlight and for a brief second, flecks of amber sparkled in the depth of their gazes. Like a moth to the flame, she leaned in. Their promise—or warning—teased her mind until she shook her head clear. Her heart pushed for the delicious burn of their palms across her ass. Her brain threw on the brakes and slammed into reverse, pedal to the metal.
At some point between her hitting high speed and them hot on her trail, they’d each found time to pull on a pair of jeans. Pity.
Stubble covered Luke’s chiseled jaw while Evan sported a clean shave. Both drew her attention and all she could think about was the last time she had them between her thighs. A distraction. She needed a distraction but her eyes stayed glued to the men.
Muscles bulged. She watched on, wholly and completely mesmerized by their well-defined abs highlighted by perfect dips and swells made for licking.
Unable to do much else she balled her fists by her side, willing every pulsating nerve in her body to calm. The. Hell. Down.
She bit back a groan. Even the moonlight loved them, caressed them. She marveled at how the gauzy light played with the shadows over every inch of their muscles that flexed with each step they took, sparking a ravaging hunger within her. The way they stalked toward her… she all but creamed the small strip of silk between her thighs.
Strong legs encased in snug denim ate up the distance between them. The tight material hugged them in just the right way, defining the bulges that fueled her fantasies and long nights.
It took all she had to not wet her lips from the sudden urge for a taste… and so much more.
Whoa. Where the hell did that come from? Goddess, help her. Because on her own, she didn’t stand a chance.
She sucked back air and groaned. They’d left their low-slung jeans open at the snap. Cold-hearted teases, both of them! Lust tightened a coil of excitement in her belly.
So fixated on them, she’d forgotten all about the snow wetting her through the thin material of her gown. She looked up at Evan who now stood over her, his body within reach and her unable to act on the first instinct of having him so close. Now that was the real pity.
Evan raised his chin and sniffed the air, his response a sly, knowing grin, eyes ablaze. “Already that excited to see us. Something you want, sweetheart?” He kneeled. Hey! Who the hell was he to judge? His gaze glided up her bare legs and over her thighs, exposed from where her gown bunched up around her thighs. With a simple drop of her leg, silk-covered folds would be on full display. Should she? Did she dare?
Evan reached into the snow and coiled his fingers around her foot to help free her from the roots. Before she could say a word he stood, pulling her with him. In one swift movement he had her wrapped around him, her ass cradled in his firm grip.
She did the only thing left to do and locked her ankles. All thoughts of the cold no more than an afterthought.
An onslaught of sensations demanded her attention. “Have you been aching for your alphas, little witch? Divine dessert, our Ambrosia.” Luke spoke up beside her. No sugar coating. Just straight to the point. Probably thought he didn’t need to be suave with rosy words with how he was so used to getting whatever he wanted.
She inhaled to steady herself and settled in her resolve to get the hell away from temptation first chance she could.
This close, the heat of Evan’s body pressed against her like a full-body cocoon and played havoc with her mind.
Without thinking, she reached out and stroked a finger down his smooth jaw, her gaze locked on his full lips. One taste. Just one. She eased closer.
“Take what you want, sweetheart.”
Yes. Just enough to dampen her need.
Fingers buried in the length of her long hair, holding her steady. Instead of finding Evan’s lips, she tasted Luke as he angled her face toward him and claimed her mouth with a possessive kiss. One stroke of his tongue along her seam and she opened. Every nerve ending in her core ignited with wild, untamed insatiable lust.
A mixture of pine and leather filled her, enveloped her. Evan teased her nipples into tight peaks through the silk of her gown with the tip of his tongue before sucking the extended buds between his lips. He pulled back abruptly and she gasped from the rush of cold air against her wet nipples. “We’re not leaving Sweet Briar without you.”
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