Teresa D'Amario
In the City Jungles, The Beast Has Won
Lone Wolf
Book 2 of the Maxey Wizard Series
By Teresa D'Amario
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Once the victim of scientific experimentation by the Government
Control of Supernatural Activities (GSA), Damon doesn't have a
past, and he isn't sure he has a future. He doesn't even know if
his ability to change from human to wolf is a virus, or magick.
But the instant he lays eyes on the pretty cop from the local
police force, he knows he has to learn the secrets of his past
before they destroy her future.
Giving in to instinct, she licked her bottom lip, then teased it
with the edges of her teeth, trying to ease the burning sensation of
need. The need to press
her mouth against his.
His eyes followed the motion.
The sound of a soft growl rolled on the night’s breeze.
Her body gave an unexpected shiver.
The wolf. The wolf must
be able to smell them and didn’t like being left alone.
Odd how the growl had echoed around them, giving the
impression it had come from Damon.
She shook the thought away and motioned toward her door, breaking
the connection of his gaze.
“There’s my house.”
He turned and escorted her to the door, his arm never leaving her
waist.
She searched for something to say, but the blood in her body was
definitely not reaching her brain.
They arrived at her door and she turned to face him.
“Thanks for walking me home.”
Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat.
He moved a step closer, crowding her against the hard, cold wood of
her door.
“My pleasure,” he murmured.
The sounds of the night disappeared, with only the beat of her heart
echoing in her ears.
Damon’s molten eyes rested on her lips and he dipped close.
Heat from his body burned every where he touched, filling her
with an aching need deep in her very core.
Her muscles turned liquid, waiting.
Hoping. He leaned
in, one hand rested on the door beside her head.
“Definitely my pleasure,” he murmured again.
He nuzzled her cheek, the soft edge of the day’s beard
brushed against her skin.
She tipped her head back, savoring the sensual touch, ignoring the
shiver travelling through her body.
His breath feathered across her face, hot and inviting.
His masculine scent rolled over her, the same as the wolf’s
growl had. Low, soft.
Hot.
He closed the last excruciating inches, and when his lips finally
touched hers, she almost moaned with relief.
His first touch was gentle.
His mouth was hot, burning her with his soft, sensuous touch.
She’d expected hot, maybe even hungry.
This romantic, almost worshipful kiss destroyed her reason.
A soft whimper rose in her throat filled with craving.
More.
At long last, he opened his mouth, as though sipping a rare vintage
wine. He tested,
tasting. She groaned,
opening to him, wanting more.
His tongue delved in and his taste exploded inside her.
Wild, masculine, hungry.
Their tongues tangled in unison, and she tasted his power,
his masculinity. It was
a part of him, deep inside.
A power she knew had to be magick.
It swirled around her, inside her, stealing every vestige of
her reason and breath.
Her head spun, sensations exploding throughout her body.
She arched toward him, needing, aching.
One large hand burned at her waist while the other still
rested on the door by her head.
More. Please more.
Her own magick pushed inside her, hungry to escape, to wrap him in
its touch, to own him and mark him as hers.
Mark him?
Something about this kiss wasn’t normal, but her fogged brain
couldn’t make out what it was.
For this single moment in time he was her one and only reason
for being. He was her
breath, and her heartbeat.
And she liked it.
No, she loved it, and needed more.
Damon slid his hand from the door, tangling it in her hair, angling
her head to go even deeper.
He hadn’t intended to kiss her, but the instant he’d seen her
teeth teasing her lip, he’d lost all control.
Now, her heated body pressed against his, driving the animal
inside of him wild.
The more he touched her, the more the wolf inside growled,
demanding more. Her
taste drove him to the very brink of control, exploding along his
taste buds, drugging him with an insane need to drink more of her.
He felt her knees buckle and he yanked her close, her body
now flush with his.
Mine.
The thought whispered in his mind.
From him? Or the animal?
For the first time since he’d awakened in that dank cell, he wasn’t
sure there was a difference.
Her scent wrapped around him, like a gentle mist. Soft and sweet,
hardened with the sharp edge of desire.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, teasing him with their
softness, dragging a moan from his throat.
She was so beautiful.
So soft and feminine, her body molding to his as though built
for him. He slid his
hands down her back, cupping the soft muscles of her rear.
He let his fingers tease and massage her, holding her close
to him. He wanted more.
He wanted to crawl inside her, to be a part of her.
He wedged one knee between her legs, pushing her thighs
apart. She moved
willingly, groaning her desire when he pulled her tight against his
thigh.
His lips left hers, trailing down her cheek, burying his lips
against her neck.
Yes, hissed the wolf instincts.
His gums itched and his fangs descended.
Damon tried to shove the instincts back, to fight his thirst
for her kiss, the thirst for her taste.
He scraped the tips of the canines against her flesh and she
moaned, tipping her head back.
Such sweet submission.
A growl rolled from his chest.
Hunger twisted inside him as his lips closed over her throat.
An image of his teeth slicing into that sweet flesh flashed
in his mind, blood oozing from the wound.
He needed her, wanted her, was starved for the sweet wine of
her blood.
Blood?
Horrified at the thoughts in his mind, he yanked away, releasing her
so quick she stumbled against the door.
He spun away, dragging his hands through his hair.
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