Cara’s life changed forever after discovering she’s an Omega werewolf — the lowest and most submissive member of her pack. Refusing to let the moon dictate her desires, Cara strikes a deal with Ramsay, the grim and lonely Alpha: she’ll share his bed in exchange for his protection from the pack.
But Cara begins to crave Ramsay’s dominating embrace. And Jared, her childhood friend — and newfound love — will not stand for their arrangement. The struggle for Cara’s heart rages alongside the fight for dominance in the pack…and all the while, the next omega moon approaches!
This 44,000-word paranormal erotic romance novel is a sequel to my short story OMEGA MOON.
He leans me back a bit, his strong arms holding me up, and parts his lips to press a hot wet kiss just above the neckline of my tank top. Looking down, I can see the dark waves of his hair falling over his forehead. My knees come up to frame his torso, and the contrast between the smooth skin of my thighs and his rough plaid shirt and jeans makes us look decadent, almost dirty.
Ramsay splays one hand on my ribcage, the tips of his fingers brushing the bottom curve of my breast. “Still in control?” he breathes against my chest. “Stop me any time.”
“Maybe you’re the one in danger of losing control,” I say softly. “Maybe you need to lose control.”
Ramsay growls in response. “Careful, little one. This is about you, not me.”
The sound of that growl makes my heart pound, followed by an answering throb between my legs. It gives me something to focus on besides the thin thread of my own control: can I make Ramsay lose his? Can I win against him?
I stroke his hair. “I think it’s about both of us. You don’t want me to belong to anyone else but you. But you don’t own me, Ramsay.”
He growls again, yanking me harder against him–although not ungently. It’s the same mix of raw power and surprising tenderness which I felt from him during the ritual. It’s the same mix that makes my mother call him a good alpha, even as he can brutally put down any rebellion from Jared. Ramsay is all of these things in one.
“I’m not trying to own you,” he says, skimming his lips over the peak of my breast. My control slips just a bit, and I arch my back. “Just helping you understand who you are.”