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  CONTENTS

  Bite Me!

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About the Author

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  Primal Heat

  ISBN # 978-1-906811-21-1

  ©Copyright Donna Grant 2008

  Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright October 2008

  Edited by Michele Paulin

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author's imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  Bite Me!

  PRIMAL HEAT

  Donna Grant

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  Dedication

  For my editor, Michele, who pushes me to do better and encourages me to try new things. I'm lucky to have you!

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  Chapter One

  Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom

  Six hours before midnight, Halloween

  "How could I be so stupid?” Krista Evans asked herself for the hundredth time since leaving work.

  She shook her head and walked through the crowded streets of Cardiff. She'd moved to Britain just three months earlier away from friends and family. She hadn't been able to make her family understand the ... need ... she had to be in Cardiff. It had been all she thought about until it consumed her. She had tried to ignore the longing for Cardiff, but it hadn't worked. So, against her family's wishes, she'd packed her bags and left the States, never looking back.

  Krista had saved up money in case it took her awhile to find a job, but when she was offered a job as a buyer at Principles, a popular high-street chain store for women, it had seemed almost ... predestined.

  Making new friends proved more difficult than she'd anticipated which was what had prompted her to take the dare thrown at her during lunch.

  "Only teenagers take dares, you idiot,” she mumbled to herself as she hailed a taxi.

  The black taxi pulled up along side her, and she climbed inside. “One hundred forty Cathedral Road, please,” she told the driver.

  All she wanted to do was get something to eat and rest. There was no way she was going through with the dare, not after what she had heard of Llanrumney Hall. The mansion was supposedly one of the most haunted in the area and said to contain the headless body of the last prince of Wales, Prince Llewellyn.

  Krista suppressed a shudder and paid the driver. She blew out a breath as she stared at the tall grey building with bright white trim that was her home. Once inside, she leaned against her door and yawned. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept the entire night through. Most people wouldn't mind being woken by erotic dreams of a man making love to them, but the lack of sleep was taking its toll on her.

  She kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat by the door before she walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. After pouring a glass, she moved into her living room and slumped on the couch.

  Something odd had happened when she landed in Cardiff. It was almost as if she had come home. But what kind of person had she become? She had followed a deep-seated need and travelled to England, and as soon as she had arrived, the dreams had begun. She never saw the man's face no matter how hard she tried. He pleasured her in ways she hadn't known were possible, touching not only her body but her soul.

  "I'm in need of a date. That's what's wrong with me."

  She drained her wine and flicked on the telly. It wasn't long before her eyes drifted shut. Krista was powerless to fight the lure of passion that called to her each time she closed her eyes. She glided to the darkness, praying she found her lover again.

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  "This is the place."

  Orrin glanced at Stefan's stony face. His long time friend and fellow tracker was the closest thing he had to a brother. “Aye. I feel it, too."

  For three months now, he had felt the pull of Cardiff growing stronger with each pass of the sun. Orrin wasn't sure what had called him to the place, but it was more than coincidence that they tracked werewolves to the same city.

  "Cardiff has changed since the last time we were here,” Stefan said as he leaned against the brick of the building.

  Orrin snorted. “That was four hundred years ago, Stefan. Of course, things have changed. Although, I'm not sure for the better."

  "What? Don't like their nifty cars?” he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

  "You mean the ones that pollute the atmosphere? If only humans could see what would become of their world in a few hundred years, they might stop making gasoline driven vehicles."

  Stefan shook his head. “You know better than I that humans have to learn things the hard way. They'll use petroleum until the planet runs dry of it."

  Orrin wished Stefan was wrong, but he had seen for himself just what would happen to Earth in the future.

  "What now?” Stefan asked.

  Orrin jerked his chin towards the rising moon. “It's Halloween. They won't be able to contain themselves."

  "Is that why the werewolves came here? Because of All Hallows Eve?"

  Orrin clenched his jaw when a passerby jerked around his head to look at them. “Careful, Stefan. We don't need the humans to panic."

  "Is that why the Weres came?” the big man asked again.

  "Yes. How do you think the superstition began?"

  Stefan rubbed his hands together. “Why Cardiff though? Why not somewhere in the country?"

  "Exactly.” Orrin pushed away from the building and walked across to the railing that overlooked Cardiff Bay. “Why Wales? Why not London? Why not the Highlands? Why the UK at all?"

  "If we find them, you'll get your answers."

  Orrin watched a cargo ship exit the
bay. He had a feeling that whatever pulled him to Cardiff had also pulled the werewolves. If only he knew what—or who—called to him.

  You know who.

  He was hesitant to think about the beautiful woman who haunted his dreams with her soft cries of pleasure and her delicious body he couldn't seem to get enough of. But it couldn't be her. Humans didn't have the ability to communicate with his kind.

  "We have less than six hours before they'll begin,” Orrin said as he turned and leaned against the railing.

  Stefan pushed aside his black overcoat and fingered the set of silver throwing stars at his waist. The weapons were crafted by the best masters of their world, and Stefan's stars with their four points were deadly accurate weapons.

  "Maybe we need to split up,” Stefan suggested. “Cardiff has grown significantly. We'd cover more ground."

  As much as Orrin didn't like to divide forces, they had little choice. “All right. Be careful, Stefan. The Weres will be ravenous."

  "They always are."

  Stefan gave a wave before he trotted off, melding with the throng of people. Orrin stayed as he was for a few more minutes. His gaze moved over the fast-paced city. If it was the woman who had called him to Earth, she might be able to help him with the Weres. His balls tightened just thinking of her. The overwhelming urge to find her was too much to resist.

  He closed his eyes and opened his mind to hear the summons again. He sucked in a breath at the wave of desire that washed over him. Like a thousand times before, he saw her, her naked body beneath him as he thrust inside her. He palmed a breast, her dusky nipple between his fingers as he pinched. Her full lips parted as she moaned and arched her back.

  Orrin's blood heated as his cock thickened in response to the image. It took every ounce of his control to pull away from the vision. It was only because of his power as an Acanti time traveller that he was able to hold open the link between him and the woman.

  It's time I found you. Lover.

  He pushed away from the railing and followed the link, each step bringing him closer to a woman he yearned to touch, to kiss. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but each night, her body called to him. Each night, she asked him to take her.

  And each night, Orrin gave into the temptation.

  If he could hold back his lust long enough, Orrin intended to learn how this woman had called for him and what planet she was from.

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  Krista licked her lips as the desire wound tighter. Her sex throbbed, eager to feel his hands stroking her sensitive, heated flesh. She moaned as her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened under his gaze. If only she could see his face, know his name.

  His fingers caressed down her neck before he rolled a nipple between his fingers. She fisted her hands in the covers and lifted her hips, seeking him. There were no words between them as he cupped her sex and pushed a finger deep inside her.

  Krista cried out at the exquisite sensation and ground her hips against him. Then he found her pearl. He ran his thumb back and forth over the hidden bud as he pinched down hard on her nipple. She gasped at the flood of pleasure that washed over her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she never wanted it to end.

  His cock replaced his fingers as he pushed inside her, filling her. He gave a deep thrust and seated himself to the root. Her sex clenched around him as her orgasm built. He shifted his hips and moved within her with long, slow strokes.

  She gripped his back as she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he increased his tempo until sweat glistened over their bodies. Desire pumped through her, making her blood boil and scream for release. She could no longer hold back her climax.

  He lowered his head towards her. Her heart missed a beat as his black eyes and chiselled good looks came into view. She stared at the beauty and perfection of the man above her, of the desire flooding his gaze. Just before he ran his tongue over her lips, he whispered her name.

  A scream lodged in her throat as she orgasmed. He gave a final thrust and buried his head in her neck.

  "I'm coming, Krista. Wake up. Now!"

  Krista's eyes flew open. She stared at the ceiling above her as her heart pounded in her chest and her sex still clenched from the unbelievable climax. That dream was the first time he had ever spoken to her and the first she had ever seen him. She could stare at him for eternity he was so beautiful. He was more stunning than the statue of David.

  It had seemed harmless enough to have such vivid, erotic dreams, but for him to warn her he was coming? She was more than a little freaked because she wasn't sure what it meant.

  No sooner had that thought crossed her mind than her doorbell rang. Krista jerked upright and stared through the archway to the front door. She stood on shaky legs and padded across the carpet to the door.

  She rose up on tiptoe to see out the peephole. All she saw was the back of a man with hair as black as pitch and as untamed as the wind. Krista took in a steadying breath as she lowered herself and reached for the handle.

  She opened the door an inch and peered around the edge. “Yes?"

  The man turned, and she stared into black eyes. Her stomach fell to her feet as she stared into the face she had just seen in her dream.

  "By the stars,” the man murmured.

  Krista wanted to slam the door shut and hide in her room. But for too long this man had haunted her dreams. She needed to know who he was and what he wanted.

  "May I come inside, Krista? I won't hurt you."

  His voice wasn't exactly British. It was more cultured, more ... exotic. “How do you know my name?"

  "Allow me to come inside, and I will explain."

  She raised her brows. “Seriously? Rape and murder still happens in Cardiff, you know."

  A small smile pulled at his wide lips. “You've seen me before."

  "Just a few moments ago,” she admitted before she could stop herself.

  "I'm not here to hurt you. I give you my word."

  For some inexplicable reason, she believed him. She stepped back so he could enter. After she closed the door, she led him into the living room where he stopped in the doorway, the muscles in his square jaw clenching.

  "What is it?” she asked.

  "I can still smell it."

  "Smell what?"

  His black eyes caught and held hers. “Sex."

  Her nipples hardened at his words, and her breathing quickened. “Who are you?"

  "My name is Orrin. Orrin Black."

  She glanced from his raven locks and black eyes to the black brows that slashed over his eyes. The faint shadow of a beard graced his impeccable jaw line. Beneath his camel coloured coat he wore black dress slacks and a black sweater that moulded to his chest like a second skin. “Well, Orrin Black, explain to me how you know who I am?"

  He smiled and stepped towards her. “I know your name the same way I know the weight of your breast in my palm or how to stroke your sex just right to cause you peak almost instantly."

  Krista's knees buckled. She sank onto the couch and shook her head. “It's not possible. They were just dreams. Erotic dreams, but just dreams. You can't be real. None of this can be real. It's just another dream."

  "I'm afraid I'd be lying to you if I agreed. I came because I need you to tell me why you called to me."

  She blinked. “Excuse me? Called to you? What are you talking about?"

  "You brought me here."

  "I didn't bring you anywhere. You showed up at my door remember."

  He cocked his head to the side. “You aren't British."

  Krista folded her arms over her chest. “No, I'm not."

  "You're American."

  "Is that an issue?"

  He laughed. “Not at all. Usually American's don't feel the pull of the ... things ... that occur in the UK."

  Right. He's great looking but not all there in the head. “I think you need to leave."

  "I can't. If I left now, I wouldn't be able
to protect you."

  Krista licked her lips and stood. “Protect me from who?"

  "The monsters."

  She put a hand to her forehead. This can't be happening. “Erotic dreams or not, I don't know you. I didn't call you, and I don't believe in monsters."

  His gaze lowered as he took another step towards her. “There is one thing you cannot deny, Krista Evans."

  "And what might that be?"

  "The desire between us."

  She sucked in a breath at the intense throbbing of her sex. “Did ... did you just do that?"

  "There is a connection between us. I don't understand it, but I can't ignore it."

  Moving wasn't as option as he came to stand in front of her. His finger caressed down her neck, sending shivers over her skin. “You're very beautiful, Krista."

  No one had ever called her beautiful before. Her eyes drifted shut as he lowered his head to hers. His lips grazed hers as his hands gripped her hips and pulled her against him. She stood frozen, her heart pounding and her blood like fire in her veins as his hands slowly moved up her arms to cup the back of her head.

  "Can you feel it?” he murmured. “The desire, the passion that burns between us? It is what led me to you."

  Her lips parted as his mouth brushed against hers once more before he took hers in a slow, sensual kiss that robbed her of the ability to think. His mouth moved over hers, devouring her, learning her, and Krista was powerless to do anything other than enjoy the wicked, decadent taste of him.

  When he finally ended the kiss and lifted his head, she saw desire in his black gaze. Her body reacted instantly. Her breasts swelled and moisture gathered between her legs.

  "I can smell your desire,” he whispered. “It feeds my hunger for you."

  She touched his face to feel the warm skin beneath her hand. She longed to run her fingers through the shiny locks that brushed his neck to see if they were as silky as they looked. But it was his body she longed to explore.

  "You've made love to me every night for three months, Orrin."

  "Only in our dreams."

  Her chest heaved as she waited to see if he would touch her, take her as she craved. A sigh passed her lips when his hand cupped her breast and his thumb moved over her nipple. Pleasure streaked through her body to centre at her sex.