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
Home is Where You Are – Part 3*
~ TARKYN ~
Breath shallow and quick, once he'd released the last button, Tarkyn slowly placed his fingertips on the flat of her stomach, then dragged them up, under the fabric, until he cupped both breasts, taking the weight of them.
She sucked in when his calloused palms brushed over those tight peaks that he couldn't yet see. He teased her for a moment, playing both thumbs over her nipples so that she gave a tiny jerk and bit her lip.
But she hadn't dropped his gaze.
'Mine,' he breathed through the link.
And when she smiled, smug pleasure rippled through him—only to be overwhelmed by an awed ache as, without looking away from him, she popped the buttons on her leathers and shoved them down so that they sagged to her ankles where she gave a little step—never moving out of his touch—and kicked them away.
Then she stood in front of him, practically naked, only hidden behind the thin cotton of her open shirt.