The shifter who bites you...
Feral. The Royal shifter who claimed Lena’s body and soul is feral.
Devin’s also wickedly handsome, kisses better than any man before him, and promises to slay all her demons. With her sisters in the hands of the enemy, she has enough personal issues to qualify as a hot mess too.
She needs a hero, not a powerful immortal on the brink. But every smoldering encounter they share solidifies Devin’s vow.
He’s her perfectly imperfect match. And Death better cower and run before Devin starts hunting.
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- ISBN e-book = 978-1-953075-26-0
- ASIN e-book = B09ZNQQJSW
- Series = Royal-Kagan
- # in Series = 2
- Publisher = Cherokee House Publishing
- Author = Nancy Corrigan
- Genre = Paranormal Suspense Romance (Fiction)
- Mainstream Fiction (open-door) version of DEVIN by Dana Archer
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She flicked her gaze to his and gasped. Yellow eyes streaked with green and brown studied her, the odd color complementing the patchwork hair.
Wow. She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them. Nope, not crazy. She'd thought his feline eyes belonged to the werecat form he'd taken while attacking the other shifters. Apparently not, and these eyes weren't vacant as they'd been then. They were hot, hungry. He looked as if he wanted to eat her alive, but in a good way, one that would leave her begging for more.
Her breath escaped in a long sigh.
She said the only thing she could. "Beautiful. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."
"Try not to let the bandage on your stomach get too wet, but the bite on your shoulder is fine."
"Bite on my shoulder?" She slapped her hand over the mark. The raised bumps brushed against her palm. Tingles skipped across her skin. She dropped her hand.
"You...you bit me."
He shrugged as if it was no big deal.
"Yeah, I bit you." His gaze traveled over her body and left a burning path in its wake. "If you need help showering, call me."
"Look at me."
Unable to resist him, she opened her eyes, and his breathtaking ones stared back at her. Strands of patchwork hair framed the face that had occupied her dreams all night. Harshly cut cheekbones, up-tilted eyes and the wider, flatter nose made it unique, a mixture of beauty and power. Devin was the type of man you never forgot. One glimpse and you were hooked.
He knelt next to her on the wrinkled sheets, looking deliciously hot with his disheveled hair, bare chest and loose sweats. She let her gaze travel over him from the bulge in his pants to the lips she wanted on hers.
"You can trust me."
She wanted to. "I need to make sure."
He stretched on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. He didn't say anything. He simply held her. The tension in her limbs drained, and she relaxed in his embrace exactly as she'd done in the hotel.
She didn't know how long they snuggled, but finally he placed his palm over her heart.
"The answer is here. Do you feel it?"
She waited for his reaction. Didn't get one. He simply studied her with his hauntingly beautiful eyes. She shifted her stance and planted balled fists on her hips. "So why are you still in here with me? Didn't I make myself clear? At this point in my life, I don't want to be anyone's girlfriend, wife, mate, or their little human female."
Her outburst didn't appear to upset him. The raw sexual heat never left his eyes.
He licked his lips. "The term is 'beloved human', but 'my little female' works too. At least as far as I'm concerned. Both mean you're treasured and placed above all others. And you are, Lena. You're special to me. I'll always be drawn to you. Need you."
"I'm a part of you." He lowered his head and blew a warm breath of air over her scarred shoulder. Tingles spread over her body. "Don't you feel me?"
"I'm not sure what I feel. I keep telling you that."
He traced her jaw from ear to chin before rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip. "So you have, and I'm not doing a very good job of helping you figure it out."
"Helping me figure it out? What's that supposed to mean?"
"There's no hidden meaning. I'm trying to guide you, show you our bond, let you see how good it can be." Devin grinned. "I can always tell you what it is you feel, but somehow I don't think that would go over well."
She fought a smile. "No. It wouldn't."
"Then I'll continue to urge you to explore our bond so that you'll figure out what your soul is trying to tell you. You're my true mate."
He rubbed his cheek against hers. "You're perfect for me."
"Yes. The woman I never knew I wanted."
"The mate bond is powerful, Lena, and we are a pair of the lucky ones. We both recognized our connection, maybe not to the same extent, but it was there. Some pairs refuse to see it or to fight for it. They hold other values and needs higher rather than cherishing the gift given to them by the goddesses."
That feeling of being treasured she'd experienced multiple times in Devin's presence returned, stronger than it ever had. "Is that what I am? A gift?"
"The greatest of all."
With a smile on her face, she touched his cheek. "I'm a hot mess, Devin. A product of unfortunate circumstances, too many failed relationships, and a sharp tongue. That's not the sort of woman who deserves to have a man like you look at her as if she was his heaven."
"But you are mine." Devin took her hand and kissed the fingers she'd stroked over his skin. "You're my everything."
Devin Moore peered through the windshield at the sprawling mansion. He took in the small pond, the English garden with its ornate fountain, and the hedge maze. Butterflies fluttered above the bushes. A frog hopped from a lily pad into the water. And a squirrel ran down the side of a tree.
There were no standoffs. No fighting lions. No gun-toting agents. No people whatsoever. For the scene of a shifter trafficking deal, the property was essentially deserted. Only the fancy red sports car parked near the front door offered any indication that the large home was occupied.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Devin asked.
Kade, his pride leader, caught his gaze in the rearview mirror. "I put the address Shifter Affairs gave us into my phone's GPS. I'm sure."
Six hours ago, Shifter Affairs, the small unit of the government dedicated to shifter-related issues, contacted their pride with an update on Molly, their missing lion cub. The agent working her case had not only found their preschooler but was in the process of organizing a retrieval. Time was of the essence. He'd discovered Molly was set to be sold to a lion shifter pride.
The older human had broken protocol by contacting the Alexander pride directly. Devin, along with his pride members, were liaisons to the department, not full-fledged agents. They did recon, followed up on low probability leads and helped rehabilitate recovered shifters. As civilians, they weren't supposed to be exposed to any dangerous situations.
Devin didn't care if his life was endangered. He'd wade into a gunfight, a fire, anything, if it meant saving a kid, but the closer they got to the quiet house, the stronger his unease grew. The three predators who shared his body--tiger, lion, and jaguar--matched his wariness.
They were walking into a trap.
Trained task force members should've been called in to deal with any confirmed shifter trafficking case. Yet, no government cars were on site. (Bleep), there should've at least been a Delaware state trooper here. Although not all humans knew shifters existed, many larger law enforcement agencies had at least one individual who did. That person was often the first responder. Not today.
Devin focused on the expensive car. "It's odd nobody from Shifter Affairs has arrived."
Xander, the male Devin considered a brother despite the fact Xander housed wolves instead of big cats, turned in his seat and leveled a stare from hardened brown eyes at Devin. "You know how slow the humans can be, especially when it's not one of their own in jeopardy."
"But why call us immediately?"
"Guilt?" Kade shrugged. "The agent who called is the same one who had Rafe escorted out with an order not to return until he could act like a civilized person, not an animal."
Rafe, Kade's twin, had contacted the humans for help finding the little girl a few weeks prior but hadn't been given the warmest of responses. The agents had hundreds of missing shifter cases. Molly was only one of many lost kids. The explanation hadn't soothed Devin, not when Molly's sister, Megan, was crying for her twin.
"Look." Xander motioned to the side of the house with a jerk of his head, his black hair swinging with the move. He shoved it out of his eyes with an annoyed grunt. "Guess the humans will have to sit this one out."
Devin turned his attention to the group moving from the house to the five-car garage. Close to a dozen shifter males surrounded a human woman and a little girl. Only glimpses of the two females were visible between the tight circle of bodies, but Devin saw enough. Molly's white-blonde hair was unmistakable. So was the human's hand twined with the largest of the lion shifters.
"Recognize them?" Xander asked.
"Yeah. They're members of Edmund's pride." The aura surrounding them was one Devin was intimately familiar with. He'd watched it fade as his sister's rapist lay dying in a pool of his own blood.
"Devin's right. They're from the Krisban pride." Kade gripped the steering wheel with claw-tipped hands. "Last I heard, they were in trouble with the human government for keeping human females as sex slaves too."
"So what are we going to do with them?" Devin asked, even though he knew the answer. As a lower member of the pride, he knew his place, and that didn't allow him to order his alpha around.
"Invoke Pride law."
"I want first blood." And if the government decided to punish them for it, Devin would be the one who paid for the crime. Just as he'd paid for his sister's crime when she'd murdered her rapist.
"It's yours." Kade turned the wheel hard, exposing Devin's side of the car to the group.
Devin leapt from the moving vehicle, hitting the blacktop on a roll.