Shards of Frost Read online Suzanne Wright (The Mercury Pack #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Mercury Pack Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 120031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
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The tension ratcheted up as the cougar held his gaze, unwavering. Then Ignacio slowly lifted his hand and flicked it back slightly. His men backed away.

Ignacio looked at her, his eyes glittering. “Run to the wolf, let him protect you,” he taunted. “I must say, it surprises me that you would hide behind another.”

“I have a blade to your throat, I wouldn’t call that hiding.” Casey took a slow, casual step back and then held out his knife to him.

Mouth twitching in a dark amusement, Ignacio took the blade from her. “We will see each other again soon, Casey.”

“Stay away from her, Ignacio, or you and I are going to have problems,” Eli warned, but the cougar didn’t respond.

Casey watched as the cats walked to a black Audi without a backward glance. Only once the car smoothly drove out of the lot did she turn to face Eli. His eyes followed the Audi even as he slowly stalked toward her, his muscles rippling and flexing, each step sure and deliberate. Damn, he was too much uber hotness for her to deal with.

Her pacing mink paused. Pushed closer to her skin. Eyed him closely. Purred.

As his scent of cinnamon bark, spicy cloves, and a dark masculinity surrounded her like a blanket, her hormones went into a frenzy and all her feminine parts did a little cheer. Moreover, her mink purred again and did a languid, flirtatious stretch.

His gaze finally snapped to hers. That was when everything went tits up. An electric, irrepressible, blindsiding force crashed into Casey’s mind and wrenched at her psyche like a magnet. She winced, breath catching in her throat as a visceral, all-consuming, unbearable need flooded her body and battered at her soul. Her nipples tightened. Her pussy clenched. Her nerve-endings went haywire.

God, she needed to fuck. Hard. Fast. Rough. Needed him. Needed her mate.

Oh, hell.

As a pair of hooded, unusually pale hazel eyes met his, Eli felt like someone had punched him right in the gut. Seriously. His breath almost gusted out of his lungs. At the same time, a terrible hunger snaked through his system—thickening his blood, heating his skin, and making his cock harder than it had ever been.

His wolf lunged for her with such force that Eli almost stumbled. Shit. He took a deep, steadying breath and got a lungful of her scent. Fresh peaches, vanilla cream, and raw sensuality. It was like a slick, warm fist curled tight around his dick, and he wanted more of it. Wanted that scent filling his lungs and clinging to his skin.

Eli’s blood thrashed in his ears as the primal hunger built and built … until the only thing he could think of doing was pinning her to the ground, burying himself deep inside her, and fucking her until she was addicted to his cock.

And as he watched her cheeks flush, her eyes glaze over, and her breaths start coming hard and fast, he knew she was having the same struggle. Knew she was … “Mine.”

She put a hand to her stomach and almost doubled over, as if the hunger pounding through her was just too much. In a flash, he was there, pulling her flush against him.

“Shh, breathe,” he said, curving his hand around her nape. “Just breathe.”

She stared up at him, struggling to regain her composure, her eyes begging him to do something. Helpless against that silent plea, he kissed her. Sank into the moment, into her. Poured himself down her throat. Drowned in her taste.

Eli took that mouth like it belonged to him, licking and biting—because it was his. He relished every moan and whimper she fed him as she ground against his cock, as mindless with need as he was.

Wrapping her braid around his fist, he angled her head how he wanted it. Her hair was as sleek and dark as wet seal-fur, and he could just imagine having it spread over his thighs as she swallowed his come.

Intellectually, he’d known the mating urge was intense and overpowering, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer force of the insistent, pressing, violent hunger that hammered at him, driving him to possess and claim and mark. Fuck, he had to have her right there—

Not safe, a voice in his head whispered.

That whisper somehow reached him through the fog of red-hot lust. Ignacio was gone, but he could circle back or send one of his cats after her. She was too exposed there, out in the open. Too vulnerable. No, Eli couldn’t claim her there. He needed her safe more than he needed to take her.

Scrounging for some measure of control, Eli pulled back and took a series of deep breaths. Her lips parted, her eyes dazed, she looked adorably off-balance. He caught her face with his hands and drank in every feature, every curve, every line, every freckle. Mine, he thought.


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