Cloaked in Blood (The Wulfkin Legacy #3) by T.F. Walsh
Age Group: Adult
Release Date: May 9, 2016
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The daughter of a sultan alpha, Selena Kurt agrees to an arranged wulfkin mating to protect her sister from a dangerous alpha from the enemy clan.
To her surprise, her match is Marcin Ulf, the next in line for the Hungarian throne . . . and the wulfkin who broke her heart years ago.
Marcin is just as shocked to learn he'll be matched to the enemy's daughter and the woman he's never forgotten.
Before they can be paired, however, they're drawn into a tournament where Marcin will compete to free his estranged imprisoned brother, while Selena battles for the life of another wulfkin alpha. Both intend to seize this chance to save those they're fighting for - even if it means facing off with one another just as their romance rekindles.
Will tribe loyalty triumph, or will they realize they're better off as a team before it's too late?
My response wouldn’t come at first. It was jammed inside my libido, too consumed by the temptation to have my way with Marcin. Alone in a cavern. No family nearby. Yet, the truth of the upcoming battle of innocence, and me having to go back home afterward, sat on my mind like an unmovable mountain. I wanted it gone.
“Well, I hope me saving you doesn’t make you feel emasculated.”
His hand slipped a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending goose bumps down my back. “Never. If anything, I was wondering how I could ever repay you.” A devilish grin split his mouth.
A tingle spread below my stomach. The kind of repayment I had in mind might make even Marcin blush, though considering the mischievousness behind his eyes, I somehow doubted it. Still, it went against everything I’d been telling myself to do.
Keeping my distance from Marcin, not encouraging him, and making it clear I wasn’t interested had been the plan. Sticking to that idea would hurt less when the time came for me to break our mating agreement. With Levin’s threat to attack our family, I had no choice but to return home with my father. Just thinking the words had my chest constricting, my eyes stinging. So, was it so wrong to release those worries for a while?
Our foreheads touched.
My voice was barely a whisper. “Can we pretend none of the shit between us has happened, and we’re back in Turkey when the world seemed filled with possibilities? Even only for now?” Because in truth, that was what I’d wanted for so long—to rewind time.
“For you, anything.” His voice was a whisper, soothing my insides in all the right ways.
I brushed my lips against his, closing my eyes. He returned the passion threefold, his mouth hungry against mine, our tongues meeting like long-lost lovers. And beneath his kiss, I softened as if I were snow on the first day of spring.
His hands skipped down my arms, along my waist, and to my hips. He drew me closer and guided me across his lap. A blaze ripped through my body, every nerve sensitive.
T.F. Walsh emigrated from Romania to Australia at the age of eight and now lives in a regional city south of Sydney with her husband.
Growing up hearing dark fairytales, she's always had a passion for reading and writing horror, paranormal romance, urban fantasy and young adult stories.
She balances all the dark with light fluffy stuff like baking and traveling.