Navarro’s Promise
Breeds Book 24
In the wolf breed novel, NAVARRO’S PROMISE, Mica Toler’s best friend is the wolf/coyote hybrid breed, Cassie Sinclair. And now Mica is being drawn into her world in ways she had prayed she never would be when the charming wolf breed Navarro makes good on the promise he made her on a dark, explosive night.
The Breeds guaranteed that no harm would come to Micah Toler but they never allowed for her sensual fascination with Navarro Blaine. Aloof, cool, and mysterious, he draws her in as no man ever has. But Micah never wanted this. She had her own dreams, her own desires, and being stalked and seduced by a wolf breed wasn’t part of that plan.
Now she knows her life is in danger. What Navarro knows is that she’s his mate and that the breeding and training that created him is being peeled away in his desperation to claim a woman that refuses to be claimed.
He has her body. She craves his touch. And as the breeds converge the past will rise up to haunt Navarro in ways he never expected.
With her back against the wall and Navarro towering over her, Mica could feel the blood pounding in her veins and rushing through her system. With that surge of adrenaline came the phantom touch of memory.
The remembered feel of his touch against her flesh, caused the nerve endings just beneath her skin to sensitize to such a point that she wondered if she could bear it.
Even the feel of the air circulating through the hallway was a caress. It wafted over her like cool fingers brushing against her skin, barely there, sending a chill of pleasure rushing through her.
A chill of pleasure. How odd. She had never imagined that she could ache for touch, be so sensitive to touch, that even a brush of air, cool though it may be, was a sensual, sexual sensation.
Yet it was. As she stared into his eyes, feeling his fingers gripping one hip, the hard press of his cock against her other hip, Mica knew in that moment that she truly and totally belonged to Navarro. She belonged to him in a way that she would never be able to escape.
Even without the mating heat that flooded her senses, she would have known this feeling. It was something every woman recognized and, having experienced it, something no woman could ever escape.
“What are we going to do?” She felt the slightest shadow of fear beginning to creep into the arousal burning inside her. “Navarro, I’m not supposed to feel this. I can’t feel this.”
She wasn’t supposed to love. She wasn’t supposed to have anything that belonged totally to her. She’d never had this feeling before, she didn’t know how to accept it, nor how to deal with the knowledge, with that sense of possessiveness she felt now.
“We take it one day at a time, Mica,” he whispered as his head lowered, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. “One day at a time. There’s nothing else we can do.”
Hunger lit his gaze, filled his expression. Beneath the flames of mating heat rode emotions Mica just didn’t know what to do with, or how to handle. This was the love she’d had to hide from herself for so long, a love she had always known she felt for this man. For this Breed.
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