One witch, three wolves, and a destiny only she can remember...
Desiree has one mission to fulfill in this lifetime. She must reunite with her werewolf soul mates long enough to get one of them to turn her into a wolf so they can impregnate her. Then she can finally break free from the cycle of rebirth and heartbreak she and her lovers have been forced to endure.
Once Marius, Demetrius, and Flynn find the woman they know they?re destined to love, there is no force they will allow to tear her from them, not even their loyalty to their pack. After a near-tragedy rocks the Lycan community, Desiree is left unprotected, and she must flee for her life.
Though it breaks her heart, she has no intention of returning to her lovers. She won?t ask them to choose between their love for their pack and their love for her. The trio of brothers must fight to preserve their love.
From the critics:
"I loved that the curse closer to being broken. I enjoyed seeing how Desiree and her soul mates were able to overcome their tragedies and find a future together." --HEA Reviews
"Intriguing story, there is a lot of history intertwined in the current story that gives you insight to Desiree and her choices. I found the mystery of the curse very captivating, can't wait for the next in the series."--Sensual Reads
Demetrius broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers, his chest heaving. Desiree felt her body lifted. Marius carried her across the room and lay her down on the bed next to Flynn.
She had known Flynn would take her first. Whenever Desiree had tempted Marius too much, his face had paled at the thought of causing her pain. He was convinced this first time would hurt.
Flynn ran his hands up her arms and down her sides, stoking slow flames. Cream rushed to her pussy. Desiree pushed at his clothes. She had seen him naked plenty of times as she nursed him back to health. Though she had admired his sinewy form many times, she hadn’t permitted herself to explore the dips and valleys delineating his muscles. Now she gave in to that need.
He was hard everywhere. His chest, under a sparse sprinkling of silky hair, felt like smooth rock covered with the softest material. She caressed him lightly at first. As his muscles ticked and pulsed, she used bolder strokes. He kissed her lips, neck, and shoulders. He palmed her breasts, teasing her nipples with the rough palms of his hands. His blue eyes darkened with need, and he rolled, nudging her legs apart and positioning himself between them. His long, hard cock brushed her slippery lips. Wild sensations loosed a storm inside Desiree, and she lifted her hips to invite him closer.
In all the times he had used his mouth to worship her body, he had never let her touch his cock, and he had never let his cock come into contact with her skin. None of them had.
Now that their union had been blessed by the highest authority on the island, nothing could stop Desiree from making these men completely hers. Reaching between his hard body and her soft one, she dipped the rounded head of his cock into her wetness. The contact felt so good, even better than his fingers and tongue. She purred and slid his cock through her folds, teasing them both.
Flynn held his weight above her. His arms trembled with the effort it cost to let her explore him the way she wanted. Taking pity on him, she situated him at her entrance and lifted her hips to urge him forward.
He kissed her tenderly and brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. “I love you, Desiree. Forever and always.”
Too many emotions and sensations competed inside Desiree. The love she felt emanated from her eyes, and she knew he recognized it because he surged forward, entering her with one quick thrust.
Once buried completely in her, he stopped. Desiree took a moment to get used to what it felt like to be stretched and filled. This was what had been missing. This was what her body yearned for all those times they had teased, only penetrating her an inch or two with their fingers and tongues.
She gripped his shoulders. “Oh, Flynn, this is wonderful.”
He breathed a brief sound of amusement. “Honey, you feel so good.”
Marius and Demetrius flanked them. They had left her alone, content to watch the action. Now they pressed closer. Marius claimed her lips, devouring her with a hunger he had hidden before now. Flynn withdrew, and Marius swallowed her whimpered protest.
Then Flynn thrust into her, and she cried out, breaking her kiss with Marius. Demetrius pressed smaller kisses to her neck and nibbled at her earlobe, but Desiree was too focused on the heat that coiled tighter with every movement Flynn made. He loved her with infinite care, and she felt the mingling of their souls as their bodies became one.
Tiny suns exploded in her bloodstream, bathing her body with liquid pleasure. She shouted her joy, and Flynn pulsed inside her, matching the celestial rhythm.
He withdrew, rolling to the side and collapsing.
Before the climax had time to slow down, Demetrius took Flynn’s place. He kissed her with the same hunger, unabated from earlier, as he slid into her warmth. She tilted her hips to welcome him.
This time, she understood more about what her body craved. She planted her feet on the bed and met each of his powerful thrusts. Her hands roamed his body, never quite content to rest.
The pulsing inside her lengthened, coming harder and faster. This climax caused her body to tense and arch. Demetrius gripped her hips and thrust into her until she screamed her release. Only then did he allow himself that same climax.
Marius took his place. She reached for him, grasping with both hands and pulling him closer. He kissed a trail along her collarbone and worked his tingling heat up to the sensitive places behind her ear.
“How are you doing, my treasure? Do you need a break?”
She felt his hot, hard length resting on her thigh. Wrapping one hand around his thickness, she pumped her hand up and down him. “No, Marius. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I need to feel you inside me. I need to share this with you.”