This is unedited material and is subject to change, so please don’t share. Thank you. Mature content- 18+ Farrow laid Fiona carefully on the bed. He was worried about her after the near disaster of the night… if she would have hurt the baby dragon, blasted out of her mind or not, she would've never been able to forgive herself for it. Damn, I’d never seen her that out of control, he thought, it was like, for several minutes, she was a different person all together. If this was what the dark urge was all about, then he definitely thought it to be a curse rather than a gift like Craven had made it out to be. He looked down at her sleepy features and instantly he was light headed. She had such beautiful peaches and cream skin. His gaze dropped to her kissable lips, then her strong but delicate nose. “You’re so beautiful,” he said softly. His fingers eased under her rose-gold hair, sifted through, then he lifted a silky lock of it to his face. He inhaled her tantalizing scent, making his intense feelings for her bite deep into his heart, which if he didn’t cool it, was about to jump straight out of his chest. He shifted to place his cheek next to hers and nudged her ear with the bridge of his nose. “Mine,” his growled claim was whispered, almost ritualistic in nature, like a marriage vow, but on a deep, primal level. She was what he’d wanted his whole life. He would always want her. Fiona yawned and tilted her head, her emerald green eyes looking up at him; she didn’t need to say the words that came next, because her eyes said it all, yet she purred at him anyways. “Take your clothes off.” Farrow’s head lifted; his savage male instincts to please her going nuts. If his woman wanted him naked, then he wouldn’t hesitate to give her exactly what she wanted and more. He hopped out of the bed and pulled his shirt over his head the massive muscles in his arms bunching, rolling as he tossed it to floor. Next, he kicked off his shoes, and quickly pushed out of his jeans. Fiona watched his every move with hunger, her eyes hooded from not only drowsiness, but of lust. Her tongue slipped from her mouth to moisten her lips while her eyes locked on the bulge stretching the front of his boxers to capacity. “Off, I want it all off.” A groan vibrated his throat. If she kept looking at his cock like that there was no way he was going to make it inside of her before he exploded. “Damn it woman, you’re killing me.” Fiona sat up and slowly pulled her shirt over her head and stretched her arms out with a small yawn; the action concaved her stomach and tilted her breasts upward. After she relaxed her body, she took down her hair then brushed out the tangles with her fingers. The long and wavy strands fluttered over her shoulders covering a good portion of her large high breasts. A growl emanated from between Farrow’s lips as his gaze lingered on her supple curves. Gods, he thought, I swear the little minx enjoys torturing me. Her devilish lips curved as she pulled up to her knees and began to work the button and zipper to her jeans. Her gaze fell on him and the unbridled look of hunger on his face almost choked her up. It was a look she knew well, and it made her feel wanted, sexy, craved. “Come here, I need to feel your touch.” Farrow moved forward with a millions ideas of how he’d like to touch her in his mind, but when he reached the foot of the bed, he remained still for a handful of moments. It had been so long since he’d touched her. He wanted to take his time, wanted to drink every second of this moment in.... continued in Dark Urge, Fury Wolves, book 1.
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“Hey Fiona,” boomed a commanding voice that she recognized instantly.
Craven rounded the front of the house from the backyard. And judging by the grease that dotted his blue t-shirt and denim jeans, he’d obviously been working in the garage. “Hi, Craven,” she cleared her throat and averted her gaze, “good morning.” Fiona was nervous, not only because she was late, but because she’d just crawled out of bed after a full night of having mind-blowing sex and was now standing face-to-face with the alpha of the Fury pack. Craven still didn’t know that his stepdaughter was fooling around with his Beta. And as the daughter in question, she wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. Forever if she could pull it off. Fiona’s lips twisted into a nervous smile. Craven made an almost imperceptible sniffing gesture. “How’s Farrow doing?” Oh. My. God. He can smell him on me? Her mouth dropped open and she quickly shut it. Who was she trying to fool, like it or not, Craven always knew what his wolves were up to... especially her. “He’s good, I guess.” A tense filled moment slipped by and she almost began a slow whistle, but decided that would make her nervousness way too obvious. Damn it, pull yourself together. “Where is he?” He asked casually. “He’s sleeping.” “Oh, I see.” Craven ran a hand through his messy amber hair, his light brown stare moving to the second story window where behind a white curtain Farrow slept soundly, unaffected by the painful situation Fiona had found herself in. Lucky bastard. She tipped her head forward and then lifted it back up, then after a short second, her gaze settled on the bridge of Craven’s slightly crooked nose, her base instincts not allowing her to stare him directly in the eyes, especially not now with her body slack from multiple orgasms. She cleared her throat, and said, “I’m late for a meeting with the elder pair, so…” “Fiona, are you alright? You’re very pale.” Heart racing, she took a step back and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good,” she wasn’t, at that moment she was really grossed out for even thinking the word orgasm in the presence of her stepfather, she swallowed the lump in her throat and finished, “just anxious about being late. Meri said she has something really important to discuss with me. So, I best be off.” She lifted her hand to wave goodbye but then slowly lowered it when one of Craven’s brows inched up. Fiona could almost hear it’s decent, like the clicks of a utility knife. “Can I ask a question that will probably make us both uncomfortable?” In her head, Fiona was screaming, noooooooooo! She looked down at her fingernails. They were pretty, freshly polished rose gold to match her hair, then she sighed, “I suppose so.” “Are things between you and Farrow getting serious?” He asked. She nodded and shrugged at the same time. “I mean, it’s early still, but yeah, I guess so.” She heard Farrow chuckle from behind the window. Which meant, so did Craven, and they both chose to ignore it. Heat flushed her cheeks. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to make Farrow pay for relishing in her discomfort later. And not by withholding sex, that would be a punishment for both of them. And there was no need for that kind of craziness. “Then I think it’s time we all got together for a talk.” Wasn’t it too early for the infamous talk? “Will I be talking with my alpha or my stepfather?” Fiona asked. His gaze searched hers as if considering how to answer that. A quick grin flashed, he folded his arms, and said, “There is no way to separate the two, but I will try my best not to be too overprotective of my only child. How’s that sound?” “Sounds impossible, but I appreciate the sentiment,” she shared a long smile with him, and then asked, “Can I go now?” Craven leaned forward, his large rough hands settling on either side of her upper arms. “No matter what, I am happy if you’re happy,” he whispered in her ear, and then gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Get out of here squirt, it’s in poor taste to leave the elder pair waiting.” Prologue
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