By the Light of the Scottish Moon - Unrated (My Kilted Wolf, #1) by Red Phoenix Page B
Authors: Red Phoenix
Tags: Romance, Highlander
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Maska. As much as Layla didn’t want to look, her curiosity got the best of her. She tried to sneak a peek without being caught, but Valen was staring straight at her—right into her soul with those hateful green eyes. She quickly glanced down at her dinner bowl. It was full of succulent meat, but there was no way she could eat. Instead, Layla grabbed the cup of spirits in front of her. She took a tentative taste and nearly spat it out. It was bitter and burned like fire down her throat.
Maska smiled and held up his glass. “It’ll help with the evening if you partake, Keeper.” He took a long gulp and burped afterwards. Layla shook her head. Maska was crass, but in a charming way. She took another sip and was glad that it went down easier. He winked at her.
Etan picked up his cup and the three drank in unison. The fire traveled straight to her groin. Soon the area between her legs was tingling. Layla giggled when she took another sip and found she was all out. She looked around, hoping someone would refill it.
Maska laughed and whispered in her ear, “You only get one, my dear. You must be able to perform your duties and I think one more glass would take you out.”
Layla pouted. The spirits relaxed her and made her body feel good, real good. Just a little more and she would be able to face anything, even Valen. She looked down the line again and stuck her tongue out at him.
Etan’s hand wrapped around her wrist in a flash. “No, Keeper. At all times you must be respectful and dignified. What would your mother think?”
His words filled her with shame. Mika had always taken the role of Keeper seriously and would not have approved of her behavior. “I’m sorry, Etan,” she said in a hushed tone.
“I know you won’t let it happened again,” he said, just like a parent. She glanced up, looking for forgiveness. He smiled down at her with that big grin and bushy beard, but she couldn’t miss the look of lust in his eye. Her heart skipped a beat. He was definitely going to be the one.
When the full moon crested the horizon, the four stood up. It was their cue for the Bonding Ritual to begin. Layla suddenly felt weak, her heart threatening to pound out of her chest. She stood up, bracing herself against the chair. Valen walked over and offered his hand. She wanted to spit in his face, but Layla took it and allowed herself to be led away.
The Keeper Finds Her Mate
Keeper of Wolves, #2
By Red Phoenix
(Second Chances—A young she-wolf must choose between old ties or new beginnings)
Exclusive Excerpt
H e was only a few winters old, beaten and scorned for being born an abomination. His people wanted him dead. Even at his tender age, he was aware of that. He’d seen his parents hacked to death before his eyes in retribution for their abhorrent behavior.
If it hadn’t been for the old man, he would have shared their fate.
Instead he was passed from clan to clan as a scorned slave until he chanced into a clan that appreciated his unique heritage. He still lived as an outsider, never fitting into their community, but no longer abused. He was not one of them, but was raised with the knowledge and assurance that he was needed by the pack.
The only bright spot in his life was a young white wolf. Her intelligence and mischievous spirit impressed him. His need to dominate and guide her was overwhelming, but he was forced to step carefully. She was the daughter of the leader, a prized possession of the clan. He knew he had to tread cautiously, hiding his true feelings for her.
He spent every day watching his white wolf, taking heart when she smiled, silently marking her triumphs, and aching when she hurt. It was his duty—nay, his privilege to correct her as an Alpha, and he took pride in the woman she grew into.
He fully expected to be free to seduce her once he became one of the leaders of the clan. No one would deny his rights then, and she would finally come to understand his true feelings.
But tragedy
Maska smiled and held up his glass. “It’ll help with the evening if you partake, Keeper.” He took a long gulp and burped afterwards. Layla shook her head. Maska was crass, but in a charming way. She took another sip and was glad that it went down easier. He winked at her.
Etan picked up his cup and the three drank in unison. The fire traveled straight to her groin. Soon the area between her legs was tingling. Layla giggled when she took another sip and found she was all out. She looked around, hoping someone would refill it.
Maska laughed and whispered in her ear, “You only get one, my dear. You must be able to perform your duties and I think one more glass would take you out.”
Layla pouted. The spirits relaxed her and made her body feel good, real good. Just a little more and she would be able to face anything, even Valen. She looked down the line again and stuck her tongue out at him.
Etan’s hand wrapped around her wrist in a flash. “No, Keeper. At all times you must be respectful and dignified. What would your mother think?”
His words filled her with shame. Mika had always taken the role of Keeper seriously and would not have approved of her behavior. “I’m sorry, Etan,” she said in a hushed tone.
“I know you won’t let it happened again,” he said, just like a parent. She glanced up, looking for forgiveness. He smiled down at her with that big grin and bushy beard, but she couldn’t miss the look of lust in his eye. Her heart skipped a beat. He was definitely going to be the one.
When the full moon crested the horizon, the four stood up. It was their cue for the Bonding Ritual to begin. Layla suddenly felt weak, her heart threatening to pound out of her chest. She stood up, bracing herself against the chair. Valen walked over and offered his hand. She wanted to spit in his face, but Layla took it and allowed herself to be led away.
The Keeper Finds Her Mate
Keeper of Wolves, #2
By Red Phoenix
(Second Chances—A young she-wolf must choose between old ties or new beginnings)
Exclusive Excerpt
H e was only a few winters old, beaten and scorned for being born an abomination. His people wanted him dead. Even at his tender age, he was aware of that. He’d seen his parents hacked to death before his eyes in retribution for their abhorrent behavior.
If it hadn’t been for the old man, he would have shared their fate.
Instead he was passed from clan to clan as a scorned slave until he chanced into a clan that appreciated his unique heritage. He still lived as an outsider, never fitting into their community, but no longer abused. He was not one of them, but was raised with the knowledge and assurance that he was needed by the pack.
The only bright spot in his life was a young white wolf. Her intelligence and mischievous spirit impressed him. His need to dominate and guide her was overwhelming, but he was forced to step carefully. She was the daughter of the leader, a prized possession of the clan. He knew he had to tread cautiously, hiding his true feelings for her.
He spent every day watching his white wolf, taking heart when she smiled, silently marking her triumphs, and aching when she hurt. It was his duty—nay, his privilege to correct her as an Alpha, and he took pride in the woman she grew into.
He fully expected to be free to seduce her once he became one of the leaders of the clan. No one would deny his rights then, and she would finally come to understand his true feelings.
But tragedy
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