Princess
Imagine this. A guy slips a sex drug into my drink, and my new boss saves me. Now my boss is the only one around to scratch my itch, but that's a big no no. You see, my boss is an alpha werewolf that women swoon over, a handsome beast that I'll mean nothing to. Yet the drug has gotten to my head. I'm dying to feel his big werewolf dick inside of me, and I'll beg if I have to. But when I wake up the next day β¦.
I wish the ground would split open and swallow me. How could I let Nero Wolf bang me on the hood of his Porsche like that? And what the heck am I hoping for now? He can never be mine, and not only because he roams the woods as a big black beast with golden eyes at night. But because he zipped up, and won't look back.
Only he does. He says there's an evil plot behind the drug in my drink, the hand of a villain, and he wants to know--who and why? He's cool and reserved as we work together, but he goes ballistic when a new guy makes a move. I can't help wonderingβ¦. If our night together was nothing to him, why is he glaring at men around me like he could rip them apart?
Nero
The choice was simple - bang Princess Skye, or watch her die. I had many women before her, and she shouldn't have been special.
But the moment I dipped myself inside of her, the world tilted. Now it's enough to catch a whiff of her, and I grow hard. I lurk outside her door at night, breathing in her scent and jerking off. Damn, how I want to make her mine for good, but as alpha of my pack and protector of this town I have powerful enemies. They'd hunt her down and kill her. I have to turn my back on her, butβ¦.
Someone had a deadly sex drug put in her drink, and I have to protect her until we find out who and why. But the more I'm around her, the more I crave her. I might save her from the villain who manipulated her drink, but in the meanwhile I'll become an infection in her life. Soon I realize - she'll have to kill me to ever get rid of me.