Book 2 in my Wolf Series.
Liara is back home. A place she never wanted to be. Family secrets come to light when she begins to hear voices in her head and cravings she doesn't understand. Liara finds herself in the middle of a war in the sleepy town...
A low hum rumbled in his chest like the content grumblings of a happy beast. Mika slept soundly, the smell of cocoa butter lotion making him drool. His hand was around Liara's waist, and his leg was tangled with hers.
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Liara found herself in an unfamiliar place, with an unfamiliar man. Her head thumped and a voice was whispering in her ear.
"Liara."
It was the voice that had sprung her from her deep slumber. She flinched startled by the sudden echoing of low devious laughter in her head. She stared at her surroundings, remembering she was in Mika's RV. She was laying with her back flesh against his chest. His hold on her was firm and possessive. But felt good.
When she shifted in the squishy bed trying to turn on her side, he adjusted with her, his hand rested on her ass, he moved his own legs so that they were woven in between one hers again. His touch felt good and made the voice in her, feel aroused by also at peace.
It was only when she moved again that Mika began to stir. His eyes slowly blinked in the darkness of the tiny bedroom. Liara slowly eased her leg from his, unaware that Mika was awake until he spoke.
"Morning?" He wasn't sure what time it actually was.
She gasped dramatically, "Shit you scared me."
"You're scared? I just woke up with crazy Werewolf in my bed." He joked removing his hand from her soft behind.
"Oh my God, did we have sex?" She gasped again desperately hoping the answer was no. She not so subtly bounced her butt on the bed trying to see if she felt the tinge of after sex pain between her legs. There was no pain or southern moisture.
Mika frowned at her ridiculousness. "No, we didn't have sex. You crashed in here. We're both dressed Sherlock."
She threw him a dirty look, "Well Fuck you too Watson."
"Watson. You're funny." He said sarcastically not cracking a smile.
"Goddamn look at that morning wood. Mmm."
"Excuse you!" She spat slapping him in the arm. "You better have better game than that if you trying to get in these panties, Sir. "
Mika sat up looking at her like she were mad, "What the hell are you talking about?"
It was then that Liara realized the voice in her head was speaking to her, louder and more clear than ever, "Mikaaaa." The voice whispered.
Looking left and looking right she double checked to make sure they were alone. Still trying to force herself to believe the voice wasn't real, though she could hardly ignore it now.
"Mikaaa."
He nervously watched her shift in the darkened room, she was suddenly afraid, "Hello? Are you okay?"
