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
No One But You - Part 2*
~ HARTH ~
Harth watched, wide-eyed as, with a sly grin that made her stomach twist and flutter deliciously, Tarkyn yanked her towards him by her hips. Her hands slapped on his arms as she flailed, afraid that she would fall. But Tarkyn, still smiling, wrapped an arm under the hollow of her lower back to take her weight. Then, with hooded eyes and a voice rough with desire, urged her to wrap her legs around his waist until she laid on the bed, her back on the furs, the rest of her pressed tightly against him.
For a moment they just stared at each other, Harth strangely thrilled by the sense that if he dropped her, she would fall to the floor—and yet… she knew he wouldn't. Then he leaned closer, his eyes never wavering from hers, and every move, pressed them against each other.
Harth blinked. Her back was on the bed, but everything below her waist was held by him, or locked around him. One wrong move would dump her to the floor.
He had her at his mercy.