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Kira MacDonald is in trouble. Plagued by false visions and erotic dreams of a man she’s never met, she fears losing both her psychic powers and her sanity. The cure? Finding and bonding with her mate. The stubborn red-haired warrior might not want one, but fate has other plans, plans that include her rescuing Lucas Gunn.
As the Guardian of his shapeshifting clan, Lucas Gunn lived a quiet, solitary life until he was kidnapped, examined, and tortured. Now imprisoned, his only tie to the outside world is the memory of his dreams and the passionate woman who appears in them. He thought she was nothing more than a vision. Then she came for him.
An uneasy alliance, a mating call that won’t be denied, rituals that must be honored, and unrelenting enemies who will stop at nothing to get what they want. It all comes together in the first of Eliza Gayle’s sensational Black Cougar Series. Passion and pride. Duty and danger. In the end, there’s really only one choice…for Lucas.
Lucas studied Kira’s backside as she followed the waitress to a table. He couldn’t ever remember seeing a finer ass wrapped in tight denim. Her skirt rose up when she slid sideways into the booth first, giving him a quick flash of tempting black lace. Forcing himself to look away from her bare thighs, he took the spot across from her and caught her watching with interest. She gave him a small smile and in that one quick unguarded moment he saw a different woman. Not the one from his dreams or the trained soldier but instead a softer side that he longed to discover. His gaze focused on her soft, pink lips and the straight, white teeth that nibbled on the corner of her lower lip every time she sucked it in.
He picked up his own menu and tried to concentrate on the words printed in front of him and not the lush mouth he wanted to devour.
“What can I get you?” The waitress looked between them expectantly.
“I’ll take the French toast platter with extra bacon and some hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, please.”
He looked at her in surprise.
“What? I’m hungry.”
Shaking his head, he laughed, charmed beyond belief by that smile she kept flashing. After he ordered his own hearty breakfast, he waited until the waitress walked off before he looked at Kira again.
He turned her way and their gazes locked onto each other. This time there was no cute smile but, instead, a look of heat and curiosity. Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip and the urge to do it for her swept over him. His cock twitched in his pants and he had to grip the edge of the seat he was sitting on to keep from dragging her across the table and kissing her senseless.
“Why were you being held?”
“You really don’t know? Seriously, don’t they tell you people anything?”
She opened her mouth to say something and must have changed her mind as she slammed it shut and said nothing.
The look on her face changed and he felt bad for being a smart ass, even though he had no reason to feel that way.
“Why don’t we talk about something else?”
Her question brought to mind every dirty thought he’d tried to push away. What would she say if he told her all he really wanted to do right now was lay her out on this table, spread her legs wide and feast on her instead of the food they’d ordered. He shifted uncomfortably on the bench, grateful for the cover of the table.
“What about the—“
“Here ya go, sugar. Your french toast and chocolate, and your omelet and coffee.” She set the plates of steaming food in front of them and flashed a real friendly smile to him. “Can I get your anything else?”
She didn’t even bother to look at Kira this time but he did. “Need anything else?” She shook her head. “I guess we’re all set then.” With his thoughts consumed with touching her, he reached across the table and covered Kira’s hand with his own, cutting the waitress off. When their skin touched, he forgot about everything except her. Her heat reignited his barely cooled lust until his body burned to claim her.
“Lucas, I—I need my hand to eat.” Her whisper caught his attention and he realized he’d been holding tightly to her hand. He opened his hand and pulled back. She looked calm but he could hear the acceleration of her heartbeat as she picked up her fork and worked at cutting her breakfast into small bites.
Her movements mesmerized him. When she lifted her fork to her mouth to sample the food, her mouth formed the perfect O as she took it all inside and clamped her lips around the utensil. Withdrawing the fork, she left behind a dusting of powdered sugar and a few drops of sugary syrup on her lips. All of which he wanted to lick off for her.
Blood roared in his ears as she repeated the process over and over. Since he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, his own food laid untouched.
“You not hungry anymore?”
“That’s too bad. It’s really good.” She licked the last of the sugar from her lips, picked up her cocoa, and lapped at the whipped cream.
A low growl sounded from his throat before he could think to stop it and her gaze shot to his. Questioning him.
“It’s time to go.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
Lucas looked in his wallet and grabbed out some bills, throwing more than enough on the table to cover their meal and tip before grabbing her hand and dragging her from the table.
“But—Lucas I wasn’t finished.”