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The Wolf's Den #4 

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He's waited a lifetime for her.
 
Melody Walker has a dark history. It's only been three years since she was bitten by a rogue werewolf, and her husband was killed. Since she's unable to shift, she's tried to live as a human, desperate to hold on to what she knows. She's worried her best isn't good enough when an enormous man shows up at her doorstep and changes the game.
 
Gunner Newsom didn't expect to meet his mate when his pack took over the community at Rhodes, but he's grateful for the gift of her. She's everything he's ever wanted. Witty, resilient, and sexy as hell. There's just one thing that stands in his way. His female is fighting to protect her only child, a little girl who's in danger of being given to her paternal grandparents as she's human and her mother is a werewolf.
 
What belongs to him, he loves, cherishes, and keeps. Not only will he claim the mate he's been given, but he'll also protect the daughter he's accepted as his own. He'll kill anyone or anything that attempts to stand in his way.
 
This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable.
 
EXCERPT:
 
He'd changed the rules earlier in the day.
 
She had no idea what he'd do next.
 
His heated breath caressed her nape, causing goosebumps to rise on her neck and arms. Her heart raced, and her muscles started quivering. His fingers brushed her right side, the touch light. Then he snaked his arm around her midsection and tugged her against him. Her breath caught at the feel of his muscular frame bearing the weight of her back. Somehow, she sensed he was as aroused as she was. The knowledge had more moisture dripping from her sex and wetting her panties.
 
"Mmm." He brushed his whiskered chin against her neck, swiping the bristles back-and-forth against the sensitive flesh at her nape, making her knees weak. She curled her toes, reclining against his muscular form, using his body to remain upright as he exhaled roughly and growled, "You smell good."
 
Shit.
 
If she could sense his arousal, he could probably sense hers.
 
Before she could delve too deeply into that thought, he brought his other hand up, his touch whispering over her abdomen and breasts, rising up until he clasped her throat, creating a collar with his fingers. He brushed his thumb against the outline of her jaw. His fingers were so long he could change his grip and wrap them around the entire circumference if he wanted to, taking things from sensual to dangerous.
 
Instead of frightening her, the realization increased her excitement. Her nipples hardened, her breasts suddenly heavy and full. She rubbed her legs together, wanting to alleviate the steady pulsing at the apex of her thighs.
 
What the hell is wrong with me?
 
She went soft, basking in his touch, so aroused she wanted to scream.
 
Was this part of being a werewolf? She wouldn't know. She'd lived in the dark for so long. As a growl crept up her throat, she struggled to breathe, unsteady and entirely off-kilter.
 
"Please," she said, shocked the word came out as a sexual plea.
 
"I'm going to. I'll please you in all sorts of ways."