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
A Promise Honored*
~ TARKYN ~
Harth's weight in his arms was a delicious gift.
Choosing the span of flat rock that was nearest the sleeping platform, he walked her to it, still kissing, holding her high and whispering how beautiful she was until they reached it.
Wary of hurting her on the hard surface, he flattened a hand to the rock just before he pressed her against it, giving her head a softer place to land. But her shoulders hit and she gave a little grunt. For a moment he worried he'd harmed her, but Harth came alive, writhing against him, her kiss frantic, desperate for him.
She devoured his mouth and her legs tightened around him, pulling him against her as she rolled her hips.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tarkyn marveled at her—so open and willing, so eager, and for him. Only for him! But the thoughts were soon blown away when she opened her mouth on his throat and sucked.