A Hunger So Wild: A Renegade Angels Novel
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Elijah Reynolds is the most dominant of lycans, a rare Alpha whose skill on the hunt is surpassed only by his primal sexuality. Vashti is the second most powerful vampire in the world, a lethal beauty with a path of devastation in her wake. They are enemies consumed with a fierce desire. But as war looms, each must decide where their loyalty lies--with their own kind or with the enemy lover they can no longer live without.
swords as leverage, she held the hilts and flipped, her legs arcing over her head and landing on the other side. She hit the ground in a crouch, her boots pounding into the dirt. The sickening crunch of broken bone sounded behind her. “Fuckin’ A,” she cursed, knowing death when she heard it. * * * Elijah shifted forms, the power of his lycan sight diminishing into that of a human’s, then blurring with tears. He stared down at the lycan lying at his feet, watching fur melt into flesh as
knocked her back a bit. She looked at the queen-sized air mattress, clearly debating the risks and benefits of sharing it with him. “We’re both adults,” he pointed out. Then he groaned softly as Sarah smoothed ointment over his torn skin. He’d be healing faster if he was eating properly, but he was quickly becoming undernourished on the sparse amount of food to be found while roughing it. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want.” “I don’t want anything besides you keeping your end of our
stood and the glass patio door that closed off his workspace from the outdoors. Lindsay frowned and turned, still growing accustomed to her vampiric senses. Adrian moved away, rounding the corner. The glass panel slid aside as he approached and he willed his wings away. They dissipated like fog in a stiff wind when he stepped inside, affording him comfortable movement as well as the ability to blend with mortals. The speakerphone was engaged by the third ring and his gaze held Lindsay’s as he
shower, Vash fled the consequences of her inexplicable actions. Elijah stirred from a half-conscious state when the door to his makeshift infirmary opened. “Vash?” he croaked through a dry throat. “No.” He stilled, his nostrils flaring. Opening gritty eyes, he tried to blink through the fog of pain. “Lindsay?” “Hi, El,” she said softly, lifting his hand from the bed and gripping it. “You look like shit.” Fuck. Had the Sentinels rooted them out so quickly? He pushed the concern aside, finding
your neck for me. I’m going to mark you with my teeth. Fuck you. Mate with you. Then you’ll be mine, Vashti. Irrevocably. Every luscious, stubborn, dangerous inch of you. Mine.” She shivered into a devastating climax with that promise in her heart. As impossible as it was, it was hers. Just as he was. Elijah woke from a deep, healing sleep in the midst of a shift, his body jackknifing up as a man and hitting the carpeted floor as a lycan. He spun about, snarling, looking for the threat that