Asmodeus(95)

Abigail Adler learned about the existence of werewolves only when she became one. With her life threatened by a corrupt alpha, she flees to the only sanctuary she knows: Red Rock. While she's grateful for the pack's protection, she chafes under its unbreakable rules of conduct—except when it comes to submitting to the passion Keith stirs in her.



Then her tormentor kidnaps her sister in an attempt to lure her out of hiding. To save her, Abby and Keith must be willing to do the very thing that could get them all killed—break all of the rules.



Warning: Hot werewolf sex, violence, explosions, and a heroine wielding a makeshift implement of destruction.





Enjoy the following excerpt for Cry Sanctuary:





"Oh, God." Abby tried not to whimper, but the sound escaped her anyway. The animal inside surged forward again, ready—desperate—to be claimed, and she rose from the table, almost knocking her chair over. For a moment, she didn't know what to do. Then she took a deep breath and walked from the tiny kitchenette to Keith's bed.



She gathered every bit of courage she had and turned her back to him. "Can you unzip me? I can't reach."



Even though she heard him move, feeling his hands slide around her waist was a shock. Strong fingers stroked across her stomach before moving up to cup her breasts, and he drew her back against him. "When I get around to it."



Fire streaked through her. Abby rocked back, whimpering again when she felt the hardness of his cock press against her ass. "Isn't that the dangerous part?" she asked on a moan. "Getting me so excited?"



"Maybe for someone else." His voice was cocky, almost arrogant. He pinched her nipples and

rocked against her ass at the same time, his voice low and sensual. "But I can handle you no matter how excited you get, and it's good practice for you."



She cried out and covered his hands with hers, wishing the layers of cloth between his fingers and her breasts were gone. "Practice for what?" For going insane? For dying of frustration?



His breath heated the sensitive skin of her neck, and he bit her earlobe and tugged at her nipples. "For losing control without losing control. I can show you how."



Abby shuddered and batted his hands away. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. The heels she wore afforded her easy reach of his mouth, and she bit his lip. "Sounds like a ton of work. We might need to practice a lot." She skated her lips over his cheek and closed her teeth on his ear, growling softly.



His growl was louder, lower. He caught her lips in a bruising kiss as he grasped her hands and tugged them from around his neck. He guided her arms down, behind her back, and bit her lower lip in return as he caught her wrists in one hand. "We do need a lot of practice."



One hand held her wrists trapped, but the other moved to the neckline of her dress. He tugged it down, revealing the thin fabric of the bra underneath, and made a low noise of approval. "And you need practice in letting me take my sweet time." He caught her nipple between his thumb and finger and tweaked it again.



"Bossy bastard." She tried to free her hands, but he held them tight. Desire clashed with defiance, and Abby growled even as heat flooded her. "Fine. Just let me know when you've caught up."



He jerked her forward, crushing her hips against his. "Oh, I was hard before we got through the door. But I'm not a kid who can't control himself." His fingers inched under the fabric of her bra and tugged it down, baring one breast.



Her head spun, and the ache inside her grew. She wanted to cry out again, to beg him to go faster, make her come. Instead, she clamped her lips together, muffling the moan that welled up in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her body stiffly against his. She wouldn't let him win, wouldn't let him see how close to the edge she was already.



His breath tickled her ear. "All through dinner, Abby. The whole time, I was imagining how it would feel to be inside you. To bend you over and show you how fucking good it can be when the person and the wolf want the same thing."



When she opened her eyes, she could barely focus on his face. "Why didn't you?" she rasped, pressing closer, sucking in a breath when her nerve endings screamed at the contact. "Why don't you?"



"Oh, I will." He left her breast bare and moved his hand down her body, caressing her stomach over the fabric of the dress. His fingers pressed lower, sneaking under her dress to rub at her clit through her underwear. "Maybe more than once."



Abby forgot to be stoic, forgot everything but the searing heat that engulfed her when Keith stroked her. "Fuck—" Her head fell back, her hair brushing her hands where he still held them. She couldn't control her own body as her hips bucked against his hand, once and then again. The tension inside her stretched tighter and snapped, and the accompanying wave of pleasure wrenched a hoarse cry from her throat.