The first touch of his tongue against her core sent electricity coursing through her veins. It was a sensation she'd never experienced before, so intense it left her breathless. She dug her fingers into the sheets, her back arching off the bed as he licked and suckled, teasing her with deft strokes.

"Please," she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

His tongue swirled and dipped, his fingers joining in to stretch and caress. She was putty in his hands, moaning and writhing as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

He kissed a path back up her body, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you," he growled, his hands gripping her thighs.

He wasted no time, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he slid inside her, filling her completely.
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Shea Wolfe has spent the last 13 years haunted by the night her father was killed in a mysterious animal attack. Now, returning to her hometown of Lockewood, Shea is determined to uncover the truth behind her father's death and find those responsible.
 
Under the guidance of her Aunt Penelope, Shea learns that the attack was no ordinary animal encounter - her father was killed by werewolves. Even more shocking, Shea discovers that her own father was also a werewolf, part of a supernatural world hidden within the town. 

As Shea settles into her new life in Lockewood and starts college,she meets Achilles, a cold, antisocial man who somehow is connected to her tragic past. She must navigate this startling revelation about her family's past. With her mother's letter providing clues, Shea sets out to unravel the mystery surrounding her father's demise and the werewolf pack that took him from her. 

Fueled by a burning desire for answers and justice, Shea is determined to expose the dark secrets of Lockewood and get the revenge she's been seeking for over a decade. But in doing so, she may uncover more about herself and her own supernatural heritage than she ever imagined, and who knows? Love could be in the air.

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