Moonlight Madison's life is way too full for a relationship. Attending veterinary school and volunteering at a vet clinic by day while working as a dominatrix by night leaves no room for men. A submissive at heart, she hates her job, but it pays the expensive tuition bills. If only she had the time to find a dominant man to cater to her every fantasy.
Blake Hunter knows exactly what Moonlight needs. A strong man to bring out the animal in her. Because he knows a secret about her--a secret she isn't even aware of. He's going to reach right into her heart and soul to unleash the beast that only he knows lives hidden deep within.
One animal can always spot another. It's instinct.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Animal Instincts by Jaci Burton
Dressed entirely in black PVC leather, she strutted every inch of her goddess-like body in stiletto thigh-high boots, her silvery-blonde ponytail swinging from side to side as she approached. Full breasts swelled and threatened to spill over the top of the corset.
The closer she got, the more pronounced her frown became. Did she recognize him? Did she sense the same thing he did? Or was she really as clueless about what was inside her as he thought? If she knew, she'd have sought him out, he was sure of it.
The only reason he came here was because he didn't want to approach her at the clinic, and didn't want to scare the shit out of her by showing up at her apartment. He'd been watching her for weeks now, ever since he first picked up her scent at the clinic and realized there was more to Moonlight Madison than he'd ever guessed. And every time he saw her, he became more convinced she didn't have a clue about him, or about herself.
She stopped in front of him, her head tilted slightly as she scanned his body from head to toe.
The movement exposed her neck, one of his favorite parts on a woman. So tender, so sensitive, it aroused him just thinking about possessing that slender column of flesh, burying his teeth in her nape and holding onto her as he fucked her. The creamy expanse of her throat would look nice with a collar around it, too. As long as he held the leash.
He inhaled her sweet scent, thankful she hadn't tried to mask it with one of those cloying perfumes women sometimes wore.
"You're Blake Hunter. From the clinic."
He wasn't sure she'd acknowledge that she knew him. "Yeah."
"Figures," she mumbled low enough that the average person wouldn't hear. Then again, he wasn't an average person. He also wondered what she meant. She looked disappointed. As many times as he'd been to the clinic to pick up medicine for the refuge, he'd never spoken directly to her. She was always in the background doing something and his dealings had usually been with the receptionist or the doc. But he'd seen her. Knew she volunteered there and went to vet school part-time.
He still couldn't get over the transformation. Her typical worn blue jeans and an oversized T-shirt were night and day different from the sex bombshell getup she wore now.
Not that he minded her current attire. Either way, she excited him. A helluva lot as a matter of fact. He itched to throw her down on the floor of the lobby and shove his hard cock inside her, sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder and hold her in place while he rode her to a hard climax. He shuddered and pushed the beast away.
She moved to the reception counter and rested her elbow on the dark wood, looking perfectly calm and in control. The image she presented was a woman used to taking charge. At least externally.
Her brow lifted as she picked up the paper, scanned it and shot him a questioning look.
Yeah, he'd paid for her for the entire night. One hour wouldn't do it. He'd need the whole night and more with her. Then, if everything went as he hoped, they'd have an eternity together.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked, waving the receipt at him as she left the desk.
"It's a lot of money."
"I have a lot of money. Let's get started."
Shrugging, she motioned him toward the hallway. "It's your dime. Follow me."
Blake sucked in a deep breath and tried to keep from drooling as he followed her fine ass down the dimly lit corridor. The corset thing and tight little panties she wore fit high over her curvy hips and narrowed across her buttocks, showing more than a little of her shapely ass.
His cock saluted its appreciation of her body. He didn't like overly skinny women. She had a woman's body. A real woman's body. Tits, ass, hips, legs that went on forever and thighs made for a man to ride between. Yeah, she was built perfectly in all the right places.
Places he'd like to lick, suck, bite and fuck. And he would. All in good time.
First he had to figure out how much she knew. If she hadn't realized anything yet, he'd just have to give her a little nudge in the right direction, because the moon was full, the beast within him was clawing to get out, and he wasn't going to wait one more goddamned minute to have her.
She might be the dominatrix in this place, she might cater to the kind of men who begged to be told what to do by a woman, but he was no more that kind of man than he was fully human.
As she led him back to what he assumed was her room, he smiled at the confident sway of her hips. Yeah, she thought she was in charge here, but he was about to turn the tables on her. Soon he'd have her cuffed, naked and pleading with him to fuck her.
His balls ached just thinking about giving her exactly what he knew she wanted, what she needed, what she craved. He knew enough about her to know that the lifestyle she led wasn't fulfilling her. Hell, he knew more about her needs than she did.
Something was missing in Moonlight Madison's life.