Page 1 of Shattered & Returned

Chapter

One

Bloom

The Stranger’s Touch

He buried his face between my thighs, his dark hair falling across my belly.

I blinked hard.

Wait. What the…fuck?

When and how had this even happened?

Yet I spread my legs wider, a moan slipping from my throat, raw and shameless.

Shit.This felt good.

Toogood.

Liquid heat coiled under my skin as his tongue worked me, demanding and dominant.

But who the fuck washe?

I raised my torso to find out, only to fall back as a hard wave of bliss shot through my nerve endings. I gasped in euphoria and disbelief, especially when the dark-haired stranger lapped roughly at my plump lips, drawing wicked clockwise circles, as if he knew my virgin body better than me.

Was I still a virgin?

I didn’t remember how we got here, but I was certain I hadn’t gotten drunk in town—I never drank—and brought that beautiful man home.

I opened my mouth, ready to question the man, but ecstasy shook my body hard as he grazed the peak of my clit with his teeth.

No. Not teeth. Fangs?

I needed to be sure.

I had no intention of mistakenly inviting a creature of the night to feast on my flesh just because I was aching.

Wading through waves of pleasure, I pushed up onto my elbows and spotted fangs.

Shit!Actual fangs.

My shoulders shook, an alarm ringing in my lust-addled mind.

“No,” I gasped, the protest weak even to my own ears.

My eyes fluttered shut, lips parting in shock, pulse hammering, not just from fear.

Even seeing those dangerous fangs, I couldn’t stop feeling fantastic.

Was I really this perverted? Mom had spent a lifetime drilling virtue into me. Now all her strict lessons were wasted. No,insulted.

Something was wrong with me.

Maybe I shouldn’t have devoured all those dark romance novels from the town library. But then again, no book could twist me like this if the seed hadn’t already been there.

“Hey,” I demanded, voice ragged, “how did this happen? Who let you in? Because itwasn’tme.”

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