Meet the Cruz brothers. They look human--except for the golden sheen their eyes take when they’re aroused beyond control...and the way their claws come out when it’s time to play rough. They’re Panthers, ancient shapeshifters, and their survival depends on mating to bring out their wild sides...
Undeniable
When Antonio, the strong, sexy new leader of the Panther pride, meets luscious Solana in a dark alleyway, their passion lights up the night. But she’s an outcast, an impossible mate—and her touch makes him lose all control...
Irresistible
Ex-model and businesswoman Andrea doesn’t need anyone—until she meets Miguel, who tempts her mind with daring games and teases her body with dark, forbidden pleasure she can’t resist...
Indescribable
Wild twins Ricardo and Diego do everything together—and their women appreciate the teamwork. Until shy Isabel takes refuge in their pride, and both want to claim her. Of course, sometimes two mates are better than one...
Chapter One
Antonio watched the men circle his mate from atop a building
far above the alley they’d cornered her in. A few nimble leaps
brought him to the end of the shadowed corridor. He jerked his
clothes off and dropped them as he ran, shifted into his Panther
form to let his black fur blend into the night, and stalked the
men as they had stalked her.
The predators became the prey.
He ran his tongue down a long fang, anticipation and rage
boiling hot in his veins. They would pay for scaring her. God
and all the saints couldn’t save them if they harmed her.
It had taken two days to track her scent after he’d sensed her
in the city. And now he’d found her. Nothing compared to the
ice that froze the blood in his veins when he heard her first
scream, the terror of seeing men hunt her. Yes, these men would
beg for his mercy before the night was through. A growl rumbled
from his chest as he moved down the alley, his claws clicking
on the pavement.
When one of the men grabbed for her, a roar ripped from his
throat. Everyone froze, turning in slow motion to stare at the
newcomer. A Panther. He bared his teeth and watched the man
closest to him turn ghostly pale. He could smell their fear, taste
the tang of it on his tongue, and he took a small amount of satisfaction
in that.
This close, even his rage couldn’t cloud the fact that the men
weren’t human. They were Panthers, like him. Worse, they were
from his Pride. The Ruiz brothers—Marcos, Juan, and Roberto.
His own people, under his rule. Why would they hunt a Panther
female? If she belonged to another Pride and was visiting his
territory, then her Pride leader would hold him responsible for
any harm his people caused her. Not to mention she was his mate
and he would shred them alive for hunting her in the first place.
She screamed, and the frozen tableau broke into chaos. Antonio
lunged forward, slicing his claws into Roberto’s calf. He went
down with a spray of blood and saliva, squealing and clutching
his leg.
Antonio leaped over the fallen man to sprint forward, intent
on reaching his mate. Juan shifted to Panther form, hissing a warning,
but it meant nothing to Antonio. They were past the point
of warnings. A single leap forward and the two of them clashed
in midair, claws and fangs tearing into each other. Antonio
slashed across the young Panther’s face and he rolled away with
a whimper, his black fur matted with dark crimson blood.
Antonio’s tail whipped around as he sprang for Marcos. The
man tried to climb the wall, but he had no more chance of escape
than Antonio’s mate had. Antonio dragged him down to
the ground, his fangs digging into the man’s jeans. Both front
paws planted on the younger man’s chest, making him wheeze,
and Antonio shoved his face into Marcos’s. A growl vibrated
his vocal cords, and what little blood was left in the man’s face
fled. His bloodshot eyes went wide with horror.
His mate’s soft cry reached Antonio’s ears, jerking him back
from the edge of feral. He shuddered, fighting the instincts of
his Panther nature. He turned toward her, wanting to comfort
her and soothe her fear.
But she wasn’t looking at him—she snarled at Juan, bracing
her back against the wall as she hissed deep in her throat. A
purr rumbled his chest at her courage.
Marcos took the opportunity to speak. “Please, sir. Listen to
me. She doesn’t deserve protection. She’s a—”
A roar ripped free from Antonio’s throat as he transformed
into his human form. He hoisted the shorter man up by his T-shirt
until they were nose to nose. “Silence! The three of you will be
in my study when I return to the mansion. Is that clear?”
“But how long until—”
“Obey me. You won’t enjoy the consequences if you don’t.
But I will.” He dropped Marcos to his feet. The younger man
scrambled away and ran. His brothers had already disappeared.
He turned back to his mate. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. You?” She shoved her dark hair out of her face, her
fingers sifting through the streaks of blond that shot through
the long strands. He soaked in the details of her, taking in every
curve of her face and body. Her chocolate-brown eyes searched
him and they went wide when she saw the straining erection
jutting between his thighs. Shifting back had left him naked. A
wry smile pulled at his lips. He was going to have to figure out
where he’d dropped his clothes and hope some vagrant didn’t
steal them before he got there. For the moment, he focused on
his mate.
She sucked in a quick breath when he took a step toward her.
Swaying on her feet, she stared at him for long moments. The
silence stretched to a fine breaking point. She shook her head,
pressing the heel of her hand to her forehead. “It can’t be.”
She’d finally sensed it—that they were mates.
“Oh, but it can be. It is.” Stalking forward, he backed her up
against the brick wall. His nostrils flared to catch her sweet
scent, the one he would become addicted to. He had no doubt
she had the same adrenaline humming through her as he did, and
it morphed into something hotter, more carnal. Anger and fear
still pumped through his system. His shaking fingers fisted at
his sides. His eyes narrowed at her and a dart of excitement flashed
through her gaze. The delicate smell of her wetness filled his
nostrils. It was heady. She swallowed, her lids dropping to half-
mast.
She released a breathy laugh, and naked want shone in her
gaze. “I don’t believe it. We can’t be mates.”
“Let me prove it to you,” he growled. His hands wrapped
around her waist, lifting her against the rough brick. Her legs
curved around his flanks, she arched against him, and made him
snarl with his need. She drove him wild. Jerking her dress up,
he found her naked underneath. Perfect. He pushed forward,
his hips fitting into the cradle of hers. The blunt tip of his cock
rubbed over her slick folds. Her gaze flashed with the same desire
that burned in his veins. “Your name. Tell me your name.”
Her little pink tongue darted out to slide along her lips.
“Solana.”
She whimpered, tightening her legs about him. He groaned,
but held back from plunging his dick into the snug fit of her
damp pussy. Barely. “Yes or no, Solana?”
Her hands reached for him, fingers burying into his hair.
Choking on a breath, she arched her hips toward the press of
his cock. “Yes.”
He thrust hard and deep. She screamed, the slick muscles of
her pussy clenching around his dick. He groaned, hammering
his hips forward. Her back arched, and she shuddered around him.
He held on to his control by the tips of his fingers as her orgasm
fisted her sex around his cock again and again. She was so
responsive, so amazing. He kept pushing into her until her moans
caressed his ears and she moved with him toward another orgasm.
A tear leaked down her cheek and she hissed softly. Her
head rolled against the brick wall, and her eyes slid closed. He
wanted her gaze on him, wanted to see her come apart in his
arms. “Look at me, Solana.”
She moaned, but didn’t obey him, so he seated himself as
deep as he possibly could, and stopped moving. Her brown
eyes flared open. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” He withdrew halfway and plunged back in, starting
a slow, hard rhythm. She whimpered, clamping her knees on his
hips, but she kept her gaze locked with his. Passion flushed her
face, made her dark chocolate eyes shine. She was so beautiful—
the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. His mate. A grin curved
his lips. “Tell me you want me.”
A deep blush raced up her cheeks, her fingers tightening in
his hair. She glanced away. “I’m doing it with you in an alley.
Do you really have any doubts?”
He smiled down at her. “Ah, but I want to hear you say it.”
Clamping her pussy around his cock, she pulled a groan
from him. A hot, purely female smile flashed across her face as
she locked her gaze with his. “I want you. I want you to fuck
me hard and fast.”
He choked on a breath and gave her what she asked for. The
scent of her, the damp feel of her around his thrusting cock
drove him right to the edge of his control. His fangs extended
and he knew his eyes had turned the deep gold of a Panther’s as
he held himself back from shifting. The sound of her demanding
he fuck her harder made his head feel as though it were
going to explode. And if he was lucky, he might get fifty more
years of this with her. A purr tangled with a groan in his throat.
“You make me crazy.”
“I make you crazy? Do I need to mention we’re in an alley
again?” She laughed, and it made the soft skin of her belly
quiver against his. His breath hissed out.
He rotated his hips against her, and she shivered. The urge to
finish the mating swamped him. To bite her. To make her his
forever. Mate.
“No mating. No biting.” She pressed her lips to his before
he could take what he wanted. Her tongue twined with his, and
their kiss was as harsh and demanding as their coupling had
been.
He drove into her soft, willing body until she strained against
him, until all he could think about was the orgasm just beyond
his grasp. Fire crawled over his skin, settling deep inside him.
The muscles in his belly tightened as the need to come overtook
him. When she pulled her mouth free, her cries of passion rang
in his ears, spurring him on. She twisted in his arms, sobbing as
her pussy milked the length of his cock. A harsh groan burst
from his throat as he froze, every muscle in his body locking as
he jetted deep inside her.
They clung to each other in the aftermath of orgasm, their
breathing nothing more than rasps of air. The instinct to finish
the mating still clawed at him, but he forced himself to ignore it,
to savor the feel of her in his arms. His mate. Unclaimed, but his.
She stirred against him, pushing at his shoulders. They both
groaned when he pulled out of her. Her muscles clenched around
his dick in one last spasm, and he fought the urge to shove back
into her, to thrust his cock deep and sink his fangs in her flesh
until she knew she could never be parted from him.
Dropping her feet to the ground, she slid out of his embrace
and stepped away from him. She smoothed her dress down
around her thighs, not looking at him. “I don’t even know your
name.”
“Antonio.” He stepped in front of her, silently demanding
she acknowledge him, what they had experienced together this
wild night. “I am Antonio Cruz.”
“Cruz?” The color leeched from her lovely face. “Esteban
Cruz’s heir?”
Arching a brow at her reaction to his name, he shook his
head. “Not heir. My father died last month.”
“Ah.” Her shoulders drew into a tense line. Obviously, his
father had made no friend with this woman. “I’m afraid I don’t
keep up with Pride politics.”
“You weren’t at the loyalty ceremony. I would have remembered
you.” He might not have been able to resist taking her
then and there. His cock swelled again.
Her arms folded protectively around her waist. “I’m not a
member of your Pride.”
“Which one, then?” Once they were mated, she would have to
leave her current Pride to join his. Unless she was a Pride leader
herself. Then, well, things would get complicated. But the only
Pride in the world with a female leader right now was in Australia
. . . and she was well into her fifties. Definitely not his mate.
“None of them.” She lifted one shoulder and let it drop.
“No Panther is without a Pride.” It just wasn’t done. They
found strength in numbers. Without the Prides, they had to
hide who they were from everyone, and in cat form were the
prey to any human with a gun.
“This one is.” She turned away, ghosting down the alley.
“Wait.” He took a step after her, confusion flooding him at
this new turn of events. “Why?”
She didn’t turn around, just paused for the briefest of moments.
“Why no Pride? I was part of your father’s Pride, but I left
when I came of age.” Bitterness edged her soft voice. “Or I was
invited to leave.”
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