BLURB:
Kaea
Hemopo was a man on a mission. He planned to kill the bastard who killed his
grandmother, and nothing was going to stop him. He had the man lined up in his
sights, his finger on the trigger, and was prepared to die to get it done, but
then Kaea found out that he was following the wrong man.
Xavier
Mulligan had been stalking his own prey the night he met his mate. He’d been
shocked to discover that Kaea was not only there to kill him, but thought he
was the asshole who’d murdered his own father. Xavier would just have to make
his mate see him for what he was, and accept his very nature. How hard could
that be?
Can
Kaea and Xavier find a way to work together to avenge those who were taken from
them, and retrieve that which was stolen from Kaea’s family, or will Xavier’s
need for control be the one thing that could tear them both apart?
**M/M,
anal penetration, erotic romance, paranormal, shape-shifter
HIS
TO PROTECT – An Alpha’s Claim, 2
Series:
An Alpha’s Claim
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EXCERPT:
Kaea
moved a little beneath him, and Xavier had to bite back a groan as his hips
nestled a little closer to his.
“Do
you—wait, am I naked?” Kaea asked incredulously, and Xavier couldn’t hold back
a grin.
“That
you are, my lovely. You were damp and dirty from being out in the forest and
trying to kill me. I couldn’t very well pop you into bed like that, now could
I?”
Kaea
frowned as he leaned slightly to the side and looked at Xavier lying on top of
him. “And you’re naked because…”
“I
was in the shower.” Xavier shrugged. “Again, not somewhere where clothes are
necessarily all that helpful. I came out of the bathroom when you woke up.
Didn’t have time to go throw any clothes on.”
Kaea
nodded, and a delicious red heat swept over the dark skin of his cheeks. “That
makes sense, but you could let me go, get up and throw some clothes on now that
I no longer want to hurt you, right?”
“But
I like it where I am. Do I gotta?” Xavier had never pouted in his life, but he
tried in this moment just to have fun with his mate.
Kaea’s
laughter was quick and genuine, and had Xavier’s heart doing strange
somersaults inside him. “Yes, you do. Come on, it’s very distracting having you
lying on top of me.”
Xavier
grinned, and knew it was just as wicked as he felt. “I love that you find me
distracting, love, because the feeling is most definitely mutual.” Kaea’s eyes
darkened, and Xavier knew he liked that particular revelation. “But, you’re
right. I’m hungry, and healing this gunshot wound I seemed to have acquired
recently has taken a lot of energy.”
Xavier
pushed up from the bed, and grinned when he watched Kaea’s gaze wander down his
abdomen, but shot back to the puckered scar of the wound on his shoulder.
“Crap. Did I apologize for shooting you?”
Xavier
resettled the towel around his hips. “No, you did not, and that was very remiss
of you. I’ll expect you to make that up to me very soon. Repeatedly.”
Kaea’s
soft laughter followed him as he stepped toward the back of the room where he’d
put his bag. He grabbed a pair of sweats and pulled them on under the towel,
then dropped it to the floor. He turned back toward the bed and laughed himself
when he saw Kaea up on his elbows as if to get a better view.
“See
something you might like, love?”
Kaea
grinned at him, and Xavier could have sworn he felt his heart stutter in his
chest. “Maybe, but I’m not a man who gives all his secrets away when he’s just
met a man. I prefer a slow build up to a quick flash that’s over too damn
soon.” Xavier scowled. “What’s put that look on your face?”
“I
don’t like to think of you with other men.” Xavier heard the possessiveness in
his own tone, but wouldn’t apologize for it. He was a dominant Alpha bear, and
one who did not play well with others. Kaea needed to know and understand that.
“I don’t share. You’re mine.”
Kaea
arched a sardonic brow in his direction, and it irritated and aroused him at
the same time. “Yours?” Xavier could practically feel the temperature in the
room fall. “I don’t remember ever being asked if I’d be yours, or even if I
wanted you. You presume too much.”
Xavier
growled, his anger rising within him. “It’s not a presumption when I could feel
your fucking arousal just as sure as you could feel mine, Kaea.”
©
MAIA DYLAN, EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING, 2018
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