Five years ago Sahara refused Tor in favor of her late husband. Widow of a Leonor warrior, she is out of reach, even for the high king. Goddess help him, this woman strips his soul to the savage core, and enduring it is eating through his control. Little sister-in-law normally avoids him at all costs. Seeing her in line for an audience is a surprise. Not as humanoid as she looks, Sahara is out of time in a very intimate way.
Getting her beneath him now is a risk. Sahara summons the dominant lion within, but losing this woman a second time is not an option. The surrender he requires is the one thing she needs to give, and Tor realizes he had no idea what sexual hunger was before. Now he understands the violence of that distant age when her kind walked his world.
What he will not allow is for her sacrifice to be the blood price of peace. The future will be theirs, even if it's his blood purchasing it.
These Lions are big and dominant. They fight to kill and love 'til death. Nothing is taboo when it comes to their females and the pleasure these males take so much pride in providing.
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Posted July 27, 2010 by Kers , Trinity, NCThis was a great read with the infamous alpha male I come to expect from Ms. Faulkner. Very erotic. Very. I would like to read about Tor's brothers too...
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Ask For It by Gail Faulkner
Sahara trembled against the wall, her arms wrapped around herself as she watched him. Big gray eyes were worried, but her body was screaming invitation with the beguiling scent coming directly from her sex. She said it was pheromones, and the power of her scent wrapped around his chest and squeezed. He suspected it was something infinitely more dangerous to his kind and there was much she had to tell him. No time for it now.
Tor reached for her, picking up his woman. This time he wrapped his arms around her back and took her mouth. Eagerly she opened for him as he thrust into her, his tongue invading, claiming. She couldn't wrap her legs around his hips because of her skirt. He'd fix that problem for her in a minute.
The kiss took what was his, demanded it of her and she gave it to him, her head bending back in surrender as he ate her mouth. The soft sounds he remembered so well coming from the back of her throat. Tor plundered and felt a swell of anger mix with the extreme sexuality surrounding them.
The anger was part of both of them. He could feel it in her as well. The rumble coming from his chest was more growl than purr and that was exactly what he heard from her. It didn't mater. No, it mattered a lot. Not as much as what they both needed now. Mad or not, they were going to fuck. Making love would come later. After the fucking. After the anger.
Tor ripped his mouth off her and put her down. "If you want to wear clothing when we leave here, take the dress off. If you don't care, I'll rip it off," he snarled as he flicked the clasps on his vest and shed it. Reaching down, he unlaced the opening of his leathers and shoved them out of his way. He didn't have time to take off boots. Not this time.
Sahara's eyes were riveted on his cock and she hadn't moved. Breathing hard, he looked down at the woman staring at his sex. "Take off the dress now. Last chance." The words were thick on his tongue as he battled the urgent drive to shred it off her with claws.
Beside them, on the other side of the door, a Leonor warrior roared in frustration and the sound startled her into action. She grabbed the hem and drew her dress over her head, dropping the garment as her eyes traveled up his body to meet his gaze.
He loomed over her, staring at the soft body finally exposed to his view. She had come to him without undergarments. The punch of her intentions was gratifying, but again, he didn't have time to enjoy it. He only had a few moments of lucid thought left and he needed to explain what would happen next. Even though her scent was a mind-numbing inducement, he would not lose this woman a second time because he'd failed to tell her something.
"We are going to fuck. Then I'm going to make love to you and then we'll talk," he rasped. He flattened his hands on the stone walls beside her to keep them off her just a few more seconds. She was out of choices and he needed her to understand that. "Do you understand?"
Another roar outside the door as the males realized there was no entering this place.
Sahara nodded and reached up to run her hands down the fur of his chest.
"No. Say it. Ask me," Tor demanded. It was difficult to make sentences, but he had too much to lose. A harsh shudder ran through him at her touch. "I will have you. All of you. You must acknowledge. I will not release you again."
He didn't see it coming. Her ability to remove thousands of years of civilization and reduce him to an elemental male barely out of the cave lair.