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Kin focused his senses and pulled down a deep breath, attempting to catch Hella’s scent. The smell of water and flowers was too strong, drowning out everything else. He huffed and kept walking, gaze scanning the building now, seeking a way to it that wouldn’t draw attention to himself.
A figure suddenly plummeted into view, falling from one of the ivory towers.
His stomach plummeted with her when he noticed the colour of her hair.
Blue.
Hella.
His heart thundered, hammering a painful, hard beat against his ribs as he stood immobile, shocked by the sight of her and struggling to process what he was seeing. She flipped and fought her short black dress.
And hit the water feet first.
MacKinnon kicked his boots off and dove into the water, swam hard with the current and fought to keep his head above the surface as he was swept along. The water was colder than he had expected, sapping his heat, but the adrenaline that spiked his blood as he saw she hadn’t emerged yet was enough to keep him going, had him kicking harder, desperately propelling himself towards where she had struck the surface.
He dove the moment he reached it, legs pumping furiously as he scoured the water for her. He grimaced as the current slammed him into a rock, knocking vital air from his lungs, and gripped it and shoved off. The river had to be at least thirty feet deep. Where was she?
There.
She tumbled head over heels, legs flailing, and he wanted to growl when he saw her hands were still bound. What the hell had the nymph been thinking? Why take her and push her off a tower?
His heart lurched as she was smashed against a boulder and spun away from it, her actions growing weak and sluggish. He kicked harder and reached for her, stretched his arms as far as he could and tried to grab her. He missed. Godsdammit. He growled, releasing precious air, grabbed the nearest rock and pressed his feet to it. He kicked off, shooting towards her, and snared her.
The moment he wrapped his arms around her, his strength tried to leave him, relief that she was safe in them stealing it from him. She wasn’t safe yet. He clung to the remaining shreds of his strength and kicked upwards, propelling them both towards the surface. He gasped for air as they breached it, his head fogging as his body greedily devoured the oxygen.
Hella spluttered and coughed, shaking in his arms as she tightly gripped his forearm.
Kin turned her to face him.
Could only stare as he got a good look at her, struck dumb by the sight of her.
She was beautiful.
He told himself it was just the spell. It was all a lie.
But gods, she was beautiful.
She looked as if she fitted into this realm, as if she belonged in it, with her wide luminous emerald eyes, flawless pale skin and her rosy cheeks. She could be fae. He tucked her to his chest with one arm and brushed the tangled threads of her azure hair behind her ear with his other hand, revealing her very human ears.
She stared at him as they were swept downstream, not resisting him as he carefully navigated the river with her, pushing off boulders that were in their path and keeping her safely tucked against him.
As they entered calmer waters and their pace slowed, she finally spoke, and the sound of her voice altered something fundamental inside him, stirring his soul and warming his blood.
“You’re not fae,” she murmured throatily, a soft but flinty quality to her voice that plunged his thoughts firmly into the gutter. His lass had a voice for the bedroom. “You’re not a nymph either. If I had to guess—” She looked him over, heating his blood now, making him burn for her as she took him in. “Some kind of shifter maybe?”
“Wolf,” he grunted, unable to manage more than that. Something about this female had his tongue tied, his heart thundering, and him trembling like a lad as her soft curves pressed against him.
“What’s a wolf doing in Lucia?” she whispered and then undid him by clutching the front of his Henley, twisting it into her little fist as if she didn’t want to let him go. “Although, I’m not going to complain about the rescue or anything. It’s quite appreciated.”
She didn’t seem inclined to get away from him. Kin wasn’t sure he had ever felt quite as pleased by something as he was by that or how she nestled closer to him. His wolf calmed as she pressed against him, clinging to him, her gaze on his face. His female was in his arms. Safe. Close. He gathered her closer still, unable to stop himself, and wrapped both arms around her, pinning her to him.
Her green eyes sparkled, bewitching him.
Beckoning him.
The cliffs gave way to gentle sloping banks lined with pines and she glanced at them as the river slowed to a crawl. He wanted to deny her even when he knew he couldn’t. They could safely leave the water now. There was no reason for her to remain in his arms. He reluctantly swam towards the bank, stood when the water was shallow enough and carried her onto dry land.
Kin set her down on the soft moss and stepped back, trying not to notice how her wet dress clung to her body, revealing it to his hungry gaze, or how her little nipples beaded before his eyes, as if they ached for his touch. He shifted his right leg forward a little, attempting to alleviate the ache in his cock, as hard as stone for her.
She had to see what she was doing to him.
There was no hiding it in his wet jeans.
She backed off a step and fidgeted, wringing some of the water from her dress. The silver shackles around her wrists glinted in the light, drawing his gaze to them, and he growled at the red marks on her skin where they had rubbed it raw.
She froze and lifted her head a little, enough that she could meet his gaze.
And flash cleavage at him.
He would have growled at that too if it hadn’t been for the wary edge her eyes gained or how cautious she sounded as she asked, “What’s a wolf doing in Lucia?”
“I came for you.”
She stiffened and straightened, her chest rising and falling more rapidly as she stared at him. “Came for me?”
Kin reached for her cuffs and she darted back and tucked her hands against her chest as her eyes widened and she swallowed hard.
“You’re the one who howled.” She blinked at him and the sight of her afraid of him tore at his soul, had him aching with a need to comfort and calm her, and show her that he wasn’t a danger to her. Not like she was thinking. “What do you want with me?”
He lined up some bullshit about seeing her in trouble and playing the white knight, it being just something he was prone to do.
And then blurted, “You’re my fated female.”
Continue reading Craved by a Wolf if you like:
- Fated Mates
- Over Protective Hero
- Enemies-to-Lovers
- Alpha Wolf Shifter Hero
- Sassy Witch Heroine
- High Stakes Action
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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “Love this series, it just keeps getting better and better.” – Amazon Reviewer
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “If you have not picked this series up yet, I highly recommend you do. This is a must read for any PNR fans.” – Amazon Reviewer
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