Mated to the Warrior Beast
[COMPLETE] What life is left for a warrior when there is no more enemy to fight? ...He knelt before her in the posture of a soldier giving honor to their Queen. And she didn't even know it. “Harth," he rasped, "I come empty-handed. I bring no weapon. Because I swear to you, I will never choose to harm you. Never draw your blood—in anger, or in fear. I bring no shield. Because I vow I will never defend myself from your eyes, your hands, your mind. I am yours.” ***** After a year of peace in Anima, Tarkyn finds himself... lonely. As the Captain of the Queen's Guard and a lion-shifter, he has met every female in the tribes, but never found his mate. Certain he must have overlooked someone, Tarkyn undertakes a grueling ritual, pleading with the Creator to reveal her. But the ritual presses him to the end of even his formidable strength. Yet, the Creator heard his cry... Discovered on the brink of death by his mate, Harth, and nursed back to health, Tarkyn now faces the most difficult battle of his life. Because Harth isn’t just a stranger to the Anima, she is a weapon of the humans who tried to destroy them. Can the love of a warrior and his enemy bring peace to Anima? Or will they be torn apart forever by war between their peoples? ***** STANDALONE STORY: While Tarkyn's story is a part of the Anima world and fans will be reunited with some of their favorites as side-characters, Tarkyn and Harth are new POV characters and their story is a new plot arc, so their story can be enjoyed without reading the previous books! But please add Falling in Love with the King of Beasts, and Taming the Queen of Beasts to your library to enjoy later! Cover Art by artist: Aenaluck. Find more incredible art and support the artist on www.patreon.com/aenaluck
Surrender*
~ TARKYN ~
He couldn't kiss her deeply enough.
She'd wrapped her legs around his waist and he cupped her ass, holding her up and against him. But then she writhed and he groaned and the temptation was too strong. He whispered her name and let her slide down until he slid into her, her weight taking him all the way to the hilt.
They both groaned.
With the most gorgeous sigh Tarkyn had ever heard, Harth leaned back gripping his shoulders, shivering, though not from the cold. Her entire body prickled under his hands and her head dropped back as they moved together.
He'd intended to go slowly, to bring her to this gently, but she bucked against him until he could only hold her hips and give in, the water rippling around them in time with his thrusts.
For a time, the only sound was the rush of the waterfall punctuated by their twin, rasping breaths. But then suddenly Harth pulled herself up to kiss him and stopped moving.