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An Excerpt From: GREEK TEMPTATION
Copyright © L.A. DAY, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
“Lyk,”
she gasped as she read the want in his eyes.
A low
growl burst from his lips and his head began to lower. Anticipation hummed
in her veins as she lifted her head to meet his lips.
“Lykaios.”
Orrin called his name, breaking the spell before their lips could touch.
Lykaios
raised his head. Orrin stood next to the Jeep and he could read the censure
in the older man’s gaze. He inclined his head in acknowledgement. He could
wait, but not very long. Holding her delicate body in his arms had aroused
him fiercely. The touch of her flesh, the scent of her
arousal, were powerful aphrodisiacs. It was all he could do not to
spread her across the hood of his Jeep and feast between her thighs.
Settling
Samantha in the passenger seat, he brushed her long, curly hair from her
eyes. Burnished red strands, the color of the setting sun, slipped through
his fingers. With her coloring, he was positive the shade of her hair was
natural. “We will be at the villa shortly,” he barked.
At his
words, she flinched and he regretted his harsh tone. Impatience, not anger,
had set the tone. Expelling a deep breath, he cupped her face in his hand.
Her skin was like porcelain and he longed to stroke every inch of it. “You
will feel better after you rest.” Grass-green eyes shimmered. “Nerroh?” He
held up a bottle of water.
“Water?”
“Ne.” He nodded and handed her the
bottle.
“Efhari-sto.”
She thanked him.
“Mi la te elliniko?” He wondered how well she spoke the
language.
Her
brows furrowed as she shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”
“No
worry. I speak English.” He smiled and color rose in her cheeks. Nodding,
she looked away as she took a sip of the water. He allowed his finger to
trail the softness of her cheek. Smooth, pale skin and long red curls, just
as in his dreams. It was a struggle to drop his hand. The Herangetta was tomorrow night and
his blood burned to possess her.
From
the moment Orrin had told him that he’d found her, he’d been in a
heightened state of arousal. He’d wanted to travel to the states to meet
her but as alpha he had a responsibility to his pack. With the Herangetta approaching, he couldn’t
leave. The young males became restless as the joining time approached and
he had to keep a tight rein on them. Their existence depended on secrecy.
He couldn’t have the young wolves running wild.
However,
now that she was on lycan soil. He could dedicate
himself to her. Only this beautiful, delicate woman could make him
complete.
“Lykaios,
we need to get her out of the heat,” Orrin reminded him. Nodding, he
climbed behind the wheel and threw the Jeep into gear.
Gravel
shot from beneath the tires as he sped toward the villa. He needed to get
her settled in her rooms. She would grow weaker as the feral need to mate
grew within her.
Lifting
her hand, Samantha wiped her brow. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It
must be jet lag…or possibly this heat.” She tugged at the gathered
waistline of her dress.
“Don’t
worry. You will have a siesta and soon you will feel much better. That is a
promise.” Soon he would possess her and take her as his mate. Then she
would know her heritage and the true power of the lycan.
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