SWNOVELS Chapter BOOK 2
The sequal to “A Hunter’s Keep” is now on FindNovel.net. It’s called
A Hunter’s Chance
The prolog and chapter 1 have been uploaded and takes place 5 years after the original story ended.
Sneak peak:
“How do you know about us, Lizzy?” he demanded in a dark threatening tone. His hand traveled from the top of my ass to the base of my neck. His razor-sharp claws sliding over my spine as to let me know that every second I drew breathe was mercy on his part. He could sever my spine and I would never see it coming.
And the strangest part: I liked it! I liked how I felt completely out of control and at his mercy. I liked the fact that I was! He could end me. And I liked it…
“If you’re worried about your secret getting out, I’ve known about your kind since I was born,” I smirked, as these unfamiliar feelings boozed my confidence to plane stupidity. I let my fingers roam his hair, gently tugging it so he had to face me. “And so far, I haven’t been stupid enough to tell a soul.”
“Too bad,” he murmured, sounding more disappointed than he looked. A wide grin flashed across his face as he continued: “I wouldn’t mind if I had to dispose of you.”
I rolled my eyes at his stupid threat. If he wanted me dead, then what was he waiting for? An invitation?
“How typical dog wanting to bury a bone,” I smirked, knowing that being called a dog was the worst sort of insult to a wolf. If he honestly wanted to kill me this would be the moment he would.
And I would welcome it…
But instead of pain and blood, he grabbed my hips and firmly pressed me down on his rock-hard erection. The sudden sensation of pain and pleasure took me by surprise, and I moaned out loud.
“I want to bury something inside you alright, Liz,” he whispered close to my ear, his hot breath making my hair rise. “But I’d need you very much alive to do that.” He grabbed my hair and yanked it back exposing my neck to him. My breath hitched when he trailed his tongue over the aria and nipped at the skin. I was completely exposed; and I loved every second of it!
My sex was throbbing, and I felt the wetness soak through the cheap silk that was supposed to cower me. But my body was begging for him. As an answer to my prayers, he again pushed me hard against the bulge in his pants. His hand traveled from my hair back to my neck, forcing me to look into his darkening eyes.
I grinned. Fucking bipolar dick. He made me wetter than a rainy day and he’s a psycho?! Didn’t he want to kill me a second ago?
“Am I under the impression that you want to fuck me before you kill me,” I teased looking into his black lust-filled eyes. “I’m afraid I have to insist on dinner as well before engaging in such intimates.”
He seemed to be taken aback by that. Or just the fact that he didn’t get what he wanted? Me trembling in fear and begging for my life?
I scoffed at the thought...
I had no fear of death. I was already dead. I had nothing to live for. There was no meaning to my life. Death didn’t scare me. It was only a question on how I was going to achieve it…
Suddenly a wide grin spread across his face. As if he was pleased by the answer.
“Perfect!” he muttered, tilting his head while his eyes shamelessly raked over my body.
“Thanks. I’ve been practicing,” I snorted. This guy couldn’t get hard yesterday and now he was jsut that easy? I submitted and he became mush? Typical alpha...
“You’re perfect,” he corrected me and now it was my turn to be surprised. “You’re just what I need.”
“This is business only, Mr. Alpha,” I stated and although I wasn’t above making a little extra on the sides, I wasn’t about to get caught in another werewolf drama...
“And what I’m offering is a business proposition,” he replied and a confident smug spread over his lips. I eyed him carefully. “I need a Luna,” he smirked. “I want you to be her.”