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They are Panthers, sleek and sultry shapeshifters who survive by banding together and mating for life. Theirs is a world of unmatched power and uncontrollable passion. . .

Crave Me

As newly appointed heir to his Pride, Tomas Montoya struggles with both his new duties and his new mate. He craves the dark and dangerous pleasure he finds with Ciri but wonders if he can ever ...

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Overview

They are Panthers, sleek and sultry shapeshifters who survive by banding together and mating for life. Theirs is a world of unmatched power and uncontrollable passion. . .

Crave Me

As newly appointed heir to his Pride, Tomas Montoya struggles with both his new duties and his new mate. He craves the dark and dangerous pleasure he finds with Ciri but wonders if he can ever satisfy her need for more. . .

Want Me

Teresa Garcia has seen how loving and losing a mate can drive someone mad and she has no interest in experiencing that herself. But when she meets Rafael Santiago, she wants him like no other. Driven by desire, she hungers for his body with a fierce and feral passion. . .

Praise for the novels of Crystal Jordan

"There are books you read and those very special ones you devour. . .Carnal Desires is definitely one of the latter. This is definitely an author to watch." -Kate Douglas, author of Wolf Tales

"The author is a master world builder and the abundant sex scenes complement the plot and characters. One cannot help but fall in love with these large, dangerous, hot cats!" -Romantic Times on On The Prowl

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758274434
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 9/27/2011
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 691,504
  • File size: 812 KB

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Contents

Crave Me....................1
Want Me....................135
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First Chapter

Prowl the Night


By CRYSTAL JORDAN

APHRODISIA BOOKS

Copyright © 2011 Crystal Jordan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-6155-7


Chapter One

He was inside her, and he'd never felt the distance between them so keenly.

Tomas lay on his side, twined around his wife. He pulled her leg tighter over his hip, driving his cock deeper within her. She gasped, her nails digging in where they gripped his shoulder.

The slickness of her sheath squeezed his dick, and he couldn't keep the snarl from ripping past his throat. He felt the Panther within him grapple for control of the carnal encounter. His fangs slid down to scrape his lower lip, and his heart pounded so loudly it drowned out every other sound in their bedroom.

Every inch of them was pressed together. There was a hairbreadth of space between their faces; he could see the individual lashes surrounding her exotically tilted eyes. But those eyes were closed, the dark wings of her brows drawn together in concentration.

"Ciri, look at me." When she didn't obey him, he sank his cock deep and stopped moving.

She hissed a protest, her lashes fluttering open. Her irises shimmered between Panther gold and their natural dark shade. Her nails turned to talons on his shoulder, scoring his flesh. "Keep going!"

Their gazes met, locked, and there was a single moment of the connection he used to feel every time they touched. Leaning forward, he kissed her. He wanted it to be sweet, to show how much she meant to him, to let her know she owned his soul and always would.

His mate.

The slice of her claws intensified, the pain ratcheting up his pleasure. She bit his lip hard, then thrust her tongue into his mouth. The wildness in her, the Panther, called to his own feral nature. She pushed her heel against the back of his thigh, urging him to move. He couldn't refuse her.

Grinding his pelvis against her clit made her moan into his mouth. Her wetness increased, the tight slickness of her pussy gripping his cock. He withdrew until he almost slid out of her, then shoved back in, arching his back to power deep into her sex.

She ripped her mouth away from his, throwing back her head to scream. The sound was both woman and Panther at the same time. He worked himself inside her, loving the feel of her, the noises she made, the way they fit together.

He wanted to kiss her again, but she bit her lip, and he couldn't give her as much as he wanted. As usual. His heart clenched at the reminder of how out of sync they were everywhere except the bedroom. He stuffed the thought away and focused on what was good. This. Right here, right now.

Arching her over his arm, he bent forward to suck her nipple into his mouth. When he let it pop free, it glistened with moisture, the color a dark rose. He flicked it with his tongue, nipped it with his fangs. She twisted in his embrace, crying out. He held her close, held her in place as he transferred his attention to her other nipple.

She whimpered, bending her back farther to offer herself up to him. "More, Tomas. Kudasai."

The Japanese word for please rolled off her tongue in a breathless rush. It underscored the differences between them. They both spoke Spanish and English, as all Panthers did, but he was from the South American Panther Pride in Brazil, so he also spoke the local Portuguese, whereas she was born in the Asian Pride in Tokyo. There was only one Pride to rule the shifters on each continent, which left both of them a world away from home, here in North America. Neither of them was handling it well.

If only that was the worst of their problems.

Her inner muscles clenched on his cock, milking him, and his thoughts dissolved into lustful cravings. Sweat gathered on his forehead and slid in rivulets down his face. His lungs heaved as his strokes picked up speed and force.

Running his hand down her back, he gripped her ass tight. Burying his face in her neck, he drank in the scent of her. This was the only time he could, the only real closeness they shared anymore. His instincts roared as they always did with her. Mate. The perfect match for him, the only woman who would ever be able to breed with him. He groaned, his fangs extending. God, he wanted her, he always wanted her.

His heart hammered in his chest, base animalistic need warring with the man's control. It took everything in him to hold back, to keep from coming. He wanted her with him. Even if nothing else between them worked, he wanted this to be perfect. He eased his hand inward to part her buttocks. She shivered, her breath catching when he teased her anus. "Do you like this, Ciri?"

"Yes," she gasped. Pushing her hips back, she opened herself to his penetration.

Pressing the tip of one finger to the pucker of her ass, he worked the digit in. At the same time, he kept up a steady rhythm inside her, fucking her deep. When he slid his finger in and out of her anus, he could feel the movement through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two channels.

She closed her eyes, turning her face to bury it in the pillow as she sobbed for breath. Her hips surged frantically between his hand and his cock, her tight nipples rubbing against his chest. He could feel how close he was to orgasm, how it sank its claws in and dragged him toward that inevitable edge. He couldn't fight it any longer. He thrust hard, harder, his hands and hips working her body as fast as they could. The slickness, the friction, it was intense enough to drive him to his knees.

She snarled, her fangs baring as she came. He felt the hot clench of her pussy around his dick. Her eyes flared wide and her irises burned to Panther gold. For a moment, he could see into her soul the way he used to. The passion, the love, was there. But her body gripped his, her voice rising to an urgent scream. "Yes, yes, oh, yes!"

That was all he needed, the last slender tether he had on his restraint tearing away. He sank to the hilt, felt the deep contractions of her sheath pulse around him, and he exploded. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, shudders ripping through him as his come jetted inside her.

Every bit of tension leeched from his body, and for the first time in a long time, he felt ... relaxed. At peace. He sighed as his cock slid from her, their combined moisture still drying on their skin. He loved his scent all over her, loved her scent on him.

Unhooking her leg from over his hip, she pulled back. When she rolled away from him, the gesture gutted him. He had to wonder if that flash of love he'd seen was a figment of his imagination. They'd once lain together after sex, touching and kissing. Her arms around him, her fingers caressing him, a soft smile on her face that was just for him. Where had that tenderness gone? He stared at her slim back and had no idea how to reach her. Everything had once been so easy, and now he could feel her withdrawing by the day.

Rolling onto his back, he threw his arm across his eyes. He was so fucking tired, he couldn't see straight. Working his ass off didn't seem to be getting him any further ahead, but he didn't know what else to do. Letting his family down wasn't an option. His grandfather had instilled too deep a respect for family honor and too solid a work ethic in him for that.

If anything, his father was even more of a workhorse. It had been six months since his avô had died and elevated his father to Pride leader. Which made Tomas the heir to the South American Panther Pride.

His stomach roiled at the thought. Everything had changed so damn fast, his head was still spinning half a year later. He'd been sent to tour the Prides after he'd turned thirty, which was the custom of Panthers. Since he hadn't found his mate in his own Pride, he went to see if there was a match for him in one of the other Prides. It had been fun to socialize and flirt with all the single women, but he'd also been there to represent his Pride to the other leading families. His grandfather had been counting on him to make a good impression, and Tomas would have bent over backward if it would have pleased that old man. He'd meant the world to him, a steady guiding force that juxtaposed so sharply with the strictness of his father.

As Tomas lowered his arm to look at Ciri, the lovely slope of her back, her golden skin, he remembered how everything else had ceased to matter the moment he'd met her. She had been his, every instinct inside him demanding that he claim his mate. It had been right, perfect, and they'd married as soon as humanly possible. The quiet tranquility of her personality had drawn him like a magnet, such a contrast to his high-energy, high-stress lifestyle. Being with her had centered him, grounded him in a way he'd never really felt before. He'd been excited with the prospect of introducing her to his family and Pride.

But his plans had gone awry before they'd even left Japan. Instead of a leisurely honeymoon to cement their bond, they'd been called back because of his grandfather's unexpected passing. Within days of that, his cousin Miguel had mated into the leading family of North America, and that had come with an offer to have Tomas serve as Second in command here in San Francisco. The show of support from another Pride was the best way to solidify his father's position as the new leader in Brazil.

Tomas and Ciri had been bounced from one continent to the next, with no regard for what they might need. The Pride came first. It always had, it always would. It was the one thing his conservative father and progressive grandfather had unequivocally agreed on. But his father was so concerned with Tomas doing a good job as Second, they had a daily phone call for a progress report. It was difficult to handle. He was thirty and still felt like an untried youth. He chafed under his father's constraint, but he also recognized that he had no experience in this area and his father did. In the end, it was his father who would have to deal with the possibly bloody consequences if Tomas failed. He had to earn his place as heir and prove that he was good enough to succeed his father.

He could do that. He would do that.

And none of those affirmations told him how to keep a grip on his marriage. He was trained as a politician, not as a husband. There, he was failing, and he didn't know how to prove himself. The violent, turbulent arena of Panther politics was often less daunting than dealing with his wife. Tomas felt himself pulled in too many different directions and he didn't know how to give everyone what they needed. Hell, there were days when he didn't even know who he was anymore. The heir, the husband ... both were things he had no idea how to be, both had expectations he didn't know how to live up to.

Both were roles he didn't want to fail in, but he was barely keeping his head above water. He tried to do his best, tried to hide how fucking lost he was, but in the end, some part of him knew he was drowning.

There was no way he was sleeping now. His mind churned with disquiet, his belly coated with cold dread. Shoving to his feet, he grabbed a pair of pants out of the dresser and pulled them on.

"You're leaving?" Ciri's soft voice reached him in the dark, but she didn't turn to look at him. There was no inflection to her words, nothing to tell him if she even wanted him to stay.

"I was going to do some paperwork in the sitting room." Once, he would have asked her to join him. When they'd first arrived, there'd been many late nights where they'd sat together on the couch, shoulders brushing and thighs touching as they worked on their laptops. More often than not, those sessions had ended in lovemaking.

God, those had been the best moments of his life. Just being with her.

How had something so perfect crumbled so fast?

God, she hated these things. It was a daily ritual of awkwardness that bordered on painful.

Pulling in a slow, calming breath, Ciri straightened her shoulders and smoothed her simple sheath dress before she strode down the grand staircase. Her fingers trailed along the polished banister, and she admired the lovely curve of wood and the exquisitely appointed foyer. The gritty elegance of the antique furnishings was nothing like what would be found in Japan, but the artist in her couldn't help but appreciate the aesthetics of the Pride's den.

Unfortunately, that was where her enjoyment of this place ended.

As she worked her way through the mansion, she passed Panthers in human and cat form, stretched out on the furniture, each watching her as she went by, staring in the way only cats could. Looking for weak points to exploit. She was the outsider here, and she had to restrain the predator inside her from baring her fangs in challenge. Controlling the Panther was something she'd been trained to do since she'd gained the ability to shift during the rush of hormones at puberty.

She sighed and tried not to let her shoulders droop. Showing weakness in front of any Pride was a dangerous gamble, especially the leading family. Her mate would feel the need to overcompensate for her, and he worked too much and too hard as it was. So much so that she spent more time alone now than she had when she was single.

Swallowing hard, she masked the hurt of that, the loneliness that ate at her soul. Some days she felt hollowed out from it. In the beginning, he'd made time for her, talking to her, asking for her opinions. They'd had quiet moments that were just for them. But in order to finish everything he needed to do in a day, more and more of his time had been eaten away by his duties. Which left her with no one to rely on.

Compressing her lips, she lifted her chin. Her life hadn't turned out the way she'd hoped, but no one wanted to hear her complain. It would only show weakness, and God forbid there was any weakness in a leading family member. She rolled her eyes and then quickly shielded that expression before anyone witnessed it.

"Hello, Mrs. Montoya." Eva, the Pride's newly acquired butler, held the door open to the dining room.

"Hello," Ciri replied, and the response was echoed from a woman coming down the hall from the other direction.

Andrea Cruz Montoya, sister of the North American Pride leader, and mate of Tomas's cousin Miguel. She was tall and lithe and as lovely as any former model could hope to appear.

"Good evening, ladies." Miguel turned the corner just a few steps behind his wife. Cool and collected as always, the man had an aura of quiet competence that should have been reassuring, but just intimidated Ciri.

That level of perfection she could never live up to. It simply reminded her how out of place she was in any leading family. They were the royalty of her kind; every move they made was scrutinized and shredded in a way that only felines could manage.

And because she'd mated to Tomas, she was one of them now.

"Good evening, Miguel. Andrea." She nodded to them both, allowing them to precede her into the empty dining room before she went to her accustomed place. Disquiet fluttered in her belly. The last thing she wanted was to eat, but she had no choice.

There were never any choices anymore. They'd been stripped from her one by one in the six months since she'd married. She stuffed that horrible thought down into the deepest, darkest corner of her heart. She loved Tomas and Tomas loved her. That was all that mattered. That was everything, wasn't it? Grabbing the glass of wine in front of her plate, she gulped down a drink.

Every Panther dreamed of having a mate, a person destined just for them. Not all Panthers had one, and hers was handsome, charming, and charismatic. He'd swept her off her feet from the first moment she'd met him. Asking for more would be selfish, wouldn't it? She had what every shifter wanted. She forced herself to relax and not give in to the dread that curdled in her belly. She hated these damn family dinners the Cruzes insisted on. She couldn't imagine ever being comfortable with them. She had nothing in common with these people.

In Japan, the Pride lived by tradition. It was valued there, important. Change was slow and carefully considered. They were very advanced in business and investments, but the Pride itself respected the past and learned from it before rushing into the future. America was different in every possible way. She liked some of the youthful enthusiasm in this Pride, but she didn't agree with their impatient drive to change the world.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Prowl the Night by CRYSTAL JORDAN Copyright © 2011 by Crystal Jordan. Excerpted by permission of APHRODISIA BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted May 27, 2012

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    A- for Crave Me; B+ for Want Me

    My Reviews:

    Crave Me
    A-
    This story was so much more than an erotic romance although there most definitely are hot, erotic elements to the story too. But this is a book about two people who are struggling to make their relationship work. Tomas and Ciri are mates and they are having issues. With the sudden death of Tomas' grandfather, his position has changed within the world Panther packs. All of a sudden he is being thrust into this huge political world of the packs. He's grown up being trained for this position, but Ciri was in NO WAY ready for all the upheaval in their lives...and just how busy Tomas would become...too busy to be there for her and that's driving a wedge between them. They're both floundering and growing further and further apart every day. The only time they seem in harmony is when they are having sex.

    I really liked the emotion behind this book. BOTH of these characters are hurting. But they've only been mates for six months and haven't learned how to rely upon each other yet. Their relationship is still too new to trust what they have to withstand the struggles they're going through. In trying to protect that relationship, they are actually tearing it down gradually and painfully. There are moments when it's difficult to read their story, but I really, really enjoyed it. I honestly couldn't put it down. Watching them find one another again was a fabulous journey in reading....and the fact that there's some incredibly hot sex along the way doesn't hurt anything either.

    Want Me
    B+
    Teresa and Rafe know immediately when they meet, that they are mates. Rafe is thrilled. Teresa not so much, although she really likes him and the sex is amazing. The issue...Teresa's brother went insane after his mate died. She's not willing to take that kind of risk. For shifters, losing a mate is debilitating and she thinks she can avoid that by simply not mating with Rafe.

    This was an interesting story about two people who accept that they are incredibly drawn to each other. As shifters, they know immediately what's happening and don't deny it. They have sex...lots of it, but Teresa refuses to let them go to the final mating step. She plans to enjoy every bit of her time with Rafe while she's in the states for two weeks, then walk away. Much easier said than done.

    As a reader, I hurt for both of them. Teresa's fears are legitimate, but that's no way to live. Rafe is willing to sacrifice a lot for her. She's slated to become leader of one of the world prides which means he would have to curtail his travel-writing. It's a difficult situation, but love is always a risk, regardless of who you are. I really liked both these characters and thought the details of the story were really put together well. I enjoyed it.

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  • Posted February 5, 2012

    Very clever & enjoyable

    Fun & enjoyable

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  • Posted November 23, 2011

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    Two erotic romances in one book

    Crave Me is an emotionally satisfying, erotic story. It shows what comes after the instant attraction and destined mate story line. Watching two people learn about each other outside of the bedroom (or office) shows the need for there to be more than great sex. The best part is creating a workable, yet believable happily ever after for the hero and heroine. I've got to know they will succeed in the future. I got all that and much more with Crave Me. Want Me features a heroine determined to resist the fated bonding common among panther shifters. Her brother was featured in previous stories written by Crystal Jordan as a villain, but there is so much more to his story than a man determined to have his way. The reason he turned out the way he did is explained in Want Me's short story. More than that, however, it is the story of a man comfortable enough to let his woman lead.

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  • Posted November 4, 2011

    Recommended read!

    Another hit in Crystal Jordan's world of shapeshifing panthers!

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  • Posted October 18, 2011

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    Another great book.

    2 good stories.

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  • Posted September 12, 2011

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    are two entertaining heated paranormal romances

    "Crave Me." Tomas and Ciri Montoya are newlyweds, but before they can enjoy their bond, he is named the heir to leadership of their Panther pride. While he struggles to balance his duties to his pack and his wife; she struggles likewise with her new role.------------

    "Want Me." Were-Panther Teresa Garcia wants to never meet her soulmate after watching her brother go crazy when his died. However, Rafael Santiago makes it difficult for her to reject what he means to her and her to him.--------------

    These are two entertaining heated paranormal romances as Crystal Jordon provides exciting were-feline Primal Heat.----------

    Harriet Klausner

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