Book 1 in the Werewolves of Malta series.
Bruno Tangaree has a mission. With his guidance and strength, the Werewolves of Malta will know more glory than any pack on Earth. And he's chosen his mate--the only woman who not only makes him burn with hunger, but who can match his special gift--to run by his side as he leads his kind. It's time to run his little lady to ground.
Renee has fled from her sire, angry, hating the knowledge that he'd agree to a mating for the money and prestige it would bring his den. He has sold her like a piece of chattel, and she won't stand for it.
When Bruno, the rogue werewolf no den would approve of, approaches her, she's terrified and excited at the same time. Strong, determined, dark and sexy, he's been the source of more fantasies than she can count. But now he knows her darkest secret, and seduces her so quickly she forgets the meaning of the word no.
Bruno shows her that by mastering the elements, developing and sharing their gifts will make them the strongest werewolves ever to walk this planet.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Elements Unbound by Lorie O'Clare
Renee had her back to him, her long black hair falling to her ass and lifting slightly when the breeze kicked up from the ocean. Her simple dress, common to most women in town, whether human or werewolf, blew around her legs. The light yellow pattern showed off the dark glow of her smooth brown skin. None of the females in the pack compared to how fucking hot Renee was. They didn't come close.
He sucked in the salty air, his cock hardening as he imagined stroking her soft flesh, feeling her mouth on him. God, he needed her more than he needed to breathe. Her hands fisted at her side, her long slender arms waving back and forth slightly at her side. He knew she was pissed, knew she'd run for a reason. Her sire wished her mated with one of the wealthier, older werewolves in the pack. He used her to secure his den, make sure he was comfortable in his old age. The werewolf didn't give a rat's ass about Renee's comfort, or her happiness.
But Bruno did. Every day that she walked this island, he'd make sure the elements parted for her, bowed down to her. She would be queen.
"If my sire sent you, you're wasting your time." Renee didn't turn around.
The wind blew against her and it impressed him she'd picked up his scent. Not that he'd hidden it from her.
"I'd be the last werewolf your sire would send."
Renee turned quickly, brushing her hair from her face when the wind captured it. She held it behind her neck, staring at him.
"Bruno." She whispered his name slowly. "What are you doing here?"
Her black eyes widened, her gaze traveling slowly down him and then quickly returning to his face. Unbridled curiosity, bordering on lust, hit him hard with the next gust of air. But there was fear too, uncertainty. He wasn't exactly what most dens would consider mating material. With no den of his own, a rogue werewolf, the old stick-in-the-muds in the pack wouldn't give him the time of day.
But they would soon.
"I'm here because you are," he answered honestly, taking his time in narrowing the distance between them.
The late afternoon sun hit his arms and shoulders, adding to the warmth that already simmered inside him. The brightness shimmered in her hair. A rosy hue covered her caramel colored skin, brightening her cheeks while she studied him.
"Who betrayed me?" she asked.
He smiled, respecting the werewolves in their pack loyal enough to provide him with information. Catching Renee before her sire shipped her off to some overweight werewolf to drool over mattered more than anything. Enough of the pack stood behind him. Renee's whereabouts had been easy enough to learn.
"There was no betrayal." He moved in closer, inhaling her scent.
"Bruno, we're friends," she whispered.
"But I swear if you try anything, I'll kick your ass."
He chuckled, loving how her eyes widened, and then her tongue darted over her lips as he cleared the distance between them. He lifted a strand of hair, brushing his knuckles over the swell of her breast. She hissed, sucking in a quick breath.
"Tell you what, you may kick my ass if I try, and don't succeed."
Her lips formed a thin line and she slapped his hand away from hers. "Listen here, wolf man, your cocky attitude will get you in trouble."
"No one will get in trouble here," he assured her, grabbing her hair again and twisting it around his fist. "You have my word."
The wind lashed around them. Her hair flew around her face, while her dress twisted around her legs. Her nipples hardened and he got a wonderful view of her small ripe breasts when the breeze from the sea lifted her hair and blew it behind her. Even as the wind's direction changed, her scent wrapped around him.
She grabbed his wrist, her touch burning his skin. "Let go of my hair," she said under her breath, fire burning in her gaze.
"I'm not letting go of any of you," he hissed. Her defiance did a number on him, bringing out the better half of him, calling forward his more carnal side.
"You don't have any of me." She was angry, or at least that's what she wanted him to see.
Not many werewolves mastered controlling their scents, and at such a young age. In fact, most reeked of their own self-confidence, something Bruno found incredibly annoying. At a young age he'd taken on the elements, worked with the wind and the earth to hide his scent and keep others in the pack from knowing his intentions. The drawback was that many in the pack now didn't trust him. But enough did. And they would be rewarded.
Renee had the gift too. She managed to conceal her scent out of desperation, to keep her den from smelling her misery. But it lingered in her eyes, in the way she carried herself. Instead of despising her, since she was a young unclaimed bitch, it simply made a lot of the pack leery of her. Her sire worried she wouldn't mate, so took matters into his own paws. Bruno had burned inside when he learned the amount her sire had paid to ensure her a mate.
His anger fueled his trek up the mountain in search of Renee. In daylight, changing and bounding up here in his fur would be a bit too dangerous. Renee wouldn't be in her fur. And he'd found her as he anticipated, tormented and hiding from the destiny her sire laid out for her.
He had other plans.
"At the moment, no one has you." He looked down at her small fingers wrapped around his fist. Her fingers didn't meet at either end. And she hadn't let go. "That's about to change."
"I'm not mating with that ancient werewolf." She did release him then, turning and tugging on her hair just above where he had a grip on it.
He let it slide through his fingers, the soft silky texture adding to the need that burned inside him.
"No. You're not."
She turned from him and he grabbed her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her against him. Her soft round ass pressed into his cock. Need for her fought his rational thought, tearing into his human resistance. When she would have struggled against him, he reached around her, grabbing her chin and turning her head far enough so that she looked up at him.
"You will be my mate," he told her simply.