Recommended By Jean
Recommended By Jean
This is the fourth book in this series and this world just keeps getting better and better. Ryder is an asshole that you will love to hate, and Willow's strength makes her a wonderful heroine. The intrigue of the world grows with each book, and I am so excited to see what happens next. There were some jaw dropping moments in this one, and the twists and turns kept me turning pages until the wee hours of the morning!!! Start this series today, and you will not regret it!!!
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My abdomen rippled with pleasure, my balls tightening in anticipation. I was going to explode down her sweet little throat, coat her insides with my essence, and then devour her slick cunt until she passed out.
"Come for me, Willow. Come hard." I bit her again, this time on her opposite breast, and growled as her world fell apart. She screamed my name, her beautiful body mine to command in all ways.
He pistoned into me, his need a darkness that threatened to consume us both. I encourage it - welcomed it - and held him to me while lifting my hips to meet his. It was savage, animalistic insanity.
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Once upon a time, humankind ruled the world while lycans and vampires lived in secret.
This is no longer that time.
They're chasing me, even into my dreams.
And when I awake, I see him. Striking black eyes with a hint of the devil inside. He's my savior and my worst nightmare combined.
Because he owns me.
He found me.
He saved me.
But I don't want to be owned. I want to be free. Even if it kills me.
I needed a diversion, a plaything, something to distract me from this perpetual boredom. And she appeared as if the Almighty above had heard my prayers.
Or, more accurately, the devil.
Because I'm not a good man. Humanity died inside me long ago. It was what I needed to survive.
But she's such a pretty little thing. I think I'll keep her and make her mine. At least for a little while. Humans are so fragile, after all.
Welcome to Ryder Region.
It may not be mine yet, but it will be soon.
For I haven't lived this long by playing nice.
I prefer to bite.
* * *
"Are you flirting with death, sweetheart?" Ryder asked me, his eyebrow arching.
His dark eyes held a note of amusement in them that didn't match the threat of his hand around my throat. Perhaps this entertained him--my weakness and impending death. Typical vampire.
It made me want to defy him, not by withholding my name but by giving one, to show him I'd been living in a world of defiance for years. That his oppression meant shit to me. That I would overcome this, even if it required my death.
"Willow," I mouthed at him, the lack of air making it impossible to add sound.
His gaze dropped to my lips. "Say that again."
"Willow," I repeated, then gasped violently as he loosened his grip on my throat.
"One more time," he demanded.
"Willow." It came out on a rasp, my lungs burning as much-needed oxygen poured down my abused airway.
"Willow," he said as if tasting the name. "Yes, I like that."
He drew his thumb across the pulse point of my neck, his body solid and hard against mine.
"What will I do with you?" he mused, his gaze dropping to where my chest met his torso. His pupils flared, as did his nostrils as he inhaled my scent.
I swallowed, my throat raw. It had seemed like a rhetorical question, so I remained silent while he considered me.
"You intrigue me, pet," he finally said after a beat. "I suggest you continue to do so. It's the only reason you're still alive."