An all-new story in Rebecca Zanetti’s Dark Protectors/Rebels paranormal romance series is out this week, and I have a sneak peek for you.
Excerpt
“We need to talk.”
Red spiraled into her pretty face. She’d always been lovely but had grown even more so through the years. She had those dark chocolate eyes, and her hair was thick, a myriad of different browns to black that fell gracefully to her shoulders. Taller than most of the females in his family so far, she had curves to spare. Perfect for him. “Stop staring at me.”
“All right.” He ducked his head again and tossed her over his shoulder, turning and striding to one of the guest bedrooms, sidestepping Legos the entire time. This close to her, touching her, had his entire system roaring with heat.
She struggled, her fists pounding against his lower back. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “Stop throwing me over your shoulder. The caveman times were long finished before either of us was born.”
“You might as well get used to it,” he drawled, kicking shut the door behind him. “Either that or learn to obey.”
Her entire body stiffened at the last statement, and she punched him square in the kidney. “Not a chance.”
Interesting. He flipped her over to land on her butt on the bed. “I explained to you when we mated what would happen.”
Her dark hair flew around her heart-shaped face. Anger and need glowed in her eyes. “Yes. You said if we ever truly mated, we’d crave each other on a level not experienced by other immortals. I believed you then, and I do so now. Thus, the only option is to stay away from each other.”
“Wrong. We’re finished doing that.” His nostrils flared as he took in her scent. All woman. All his. “I also told you I’d come for you one day.”
Her eyes flashed, lightening the brown to an intriguing amber. “I’m not ready.”
“I don’t care.” He’d stopped worrying about her readiness the second she tried to capture a Kurjan. Obviously, allowing her this much freedom for decades had been a mistake. He’d been occupied with hunting down werewolves—animals with no souls. It pissed him off to no end that he hadn’t found that Kurjan scientist. But with the treaty with their enemies ending, the scientist would have to wait. “We’re at war, which means you’re locked down safely.”
She leaped to her feet. “I’m made for war.”
He pressed a hand to her upper chest and gently sat her back down. “Wrong.” Did she truly mean that? “You’re an excellent spy in the human world, but you’re in my world now. My mate does not go to war.” With anybody but him, anyway. “You agreed to my terms when we mated, Leah. Period.”
She put both hands on her hips, looking haughty, even sitting on the plush, cream-colored duvet. The furniture was made of a sturdy oak, no doubt to stay in one piece with Benny and his brood staying at the penthouse once in a while. “I did agree, but we did not dictate a timeline.” Pink infused her high cheekbones, and she shifted her weight on the bed.
His cock went rock-hard.
Yeah, being this close to each other shot a heated tension through the entire room, overtaking the cool oxygen. Years ago, he would’ve fought the pull. “The timeline is dictated by me. Period.”
Her cute nostrils flared. “That’s not how—”
He was on her that fast. One knee on the bed between her legs, his hands in her hair, his body over hers. He kissed her, not pushing her back, exploring. She opened for him almost instantly, returning the kiss. Her hands tunneled into his hair and pulled, shooting electricity throughout his body.
She moaned something into his mouth, pulling him closer and lying back.
He followed, drowning in the softness of his female.
She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and dragged it over his head. Irritation clacked through him when he had to break the kiss. The second the material was out of the way, he dove in again. The woman tasted like mint and cinnamon. So, his memories were accurate. Through the years, he’d almost convinced himself that he’d imagined her taste.
Releasing his hair, she clasped his shoulders and scraped her nails down his bare torso. He nibbled her jawline, a roar filling his head from the blood pounding through his veins. Quick movements had her shirt over her head, followed by her bra, revealing her full breasts.
God, she was perfect.
Her hands stilled, and she paused, looking at him with wide, brown eyes. “Wait a minute, Jasper.”
He levered up on one elbow. “It’s much too late for that, baby.”
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