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Manimal Attraction
Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill Press
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Excerpt from Manimal Attraction: He was standing there--truly a primal statement. And he was making it to her. She trembled, almost dropping the coffee mug as she stared at Lash, unable to take her eyes off him. How close she had come to shifting last night. Not that she'd ever allowed herself to shift before, she'd always fought the most elemental--that most innate call of her blood. Big. Gray. Powerfully-built. A breeze ruffled the thick, gleaming silvery coat in the early dawn light. He lifted his head to scent the air. Ears pricked forward, alert to the presence of any danger. Powerful shoulders and haunches. His stature said the world belonged to him--very much an alpha male secure in his dominion. Except he was in Abby's backyard. Not up the hill and out in the woods. Not on a mountaintop. Technically he was treading on Abby's territory; not his. And it didn't seem to matter to him. His nature was that of a predator that would defy any boundary that attempted to keep him out--or in. In that moment he was so much like his coyote lover that it took Abby's breath away. As Abby watched him standing there she felt his power, knew he was the type of animal who would own the environment wherever he stood--city, country, mountaintop, or plain. His presence was far too authoritative to stand second to anyone--animal or human. And when he chose his mate it would be difficult if not impossible to defy him. He stood so close to the house she could almost smell him. She licked her lips. Who was she kidding? She could still taste him from the other day when he'd imprinted himself upon her in full force. She slid her tongue over the wound on her lip. His mark upon her and she'd hardly been back in Rapture Bay more than a few days. But there was more. Her heart seemed to stutter to a halt when the coyote sauntered up to position himself beside the big gray. Only the slightest bit smaller. But definitely male. Oh no, she knew who it was. Wasn't he always a part of the equation? She recognized the hungry, alert shape of his face, a slash across the jowls giving him an even more raffish demeanor made her remember the ancestry of his blood--the dangerous part that had always kept her alert--coyote--the trickster, if one believed in the foundations of mythology. And how could one not with two shifters poised in her backyard? In this town nothing was as it seemed. Tag's was a species that demanded respect in his own right. But, as always, there was in some way still the air of deference and respect to the gray. His body was larger than most coyotes Abby had known. Every time she'd visited the zoo with friends, much against her instincts, or when she helped with the animal humane fund-raisers, she always gravitated toward the wolves and coyotes. And always that keen edge of pain would linger inside her for days. Always, the shift was brought closer to the surface. But this coyote was less lean scavenger, more muscular predator. Those hungry black eyes, alert and searching as he positioned himself slightly in front of the silver wolf. She remembered those muscular haunches of his. She remembered the moonlight on his human flesh, muscles flexing as he fucked first Lash and then her, but the savage nature had always been more than evident with him. He didn't even try to retain the veneer of being civilized. And she had reveled in his savagery. That was something she'd only admitted to herself long after she'd left Rapture Bay. Moonlight did things to a person. Even a human broke the chains of civilized behavior surrounded by the black velvet of night guided by the supernaturality of a full moon. Or maybe it was just here in Rapture Bay that the feelings and mysticism were so intense. As she watched them, the longing to join them surged inside her. The cream of her arousal leaked from her pussy, coating her panties. Abby fought the strong tug that begged her to strip, to shift, to be with them. As Tag changed position, the sleek bright auburn cast to the coyote's coat caught her attention, reminding her of his human form and shoulder-length hair. She instinctively reached for the Nikon and then common sense grabbed hold. Photography was her life, but in this instance her better course of action should be to run--run the other way as fast as she could. Abby set the camera down on the counter. If she left here--no, when she left Rapture Bay--she wouldn't want the images to remind her. Not of these two. She blinked as there was a shift in the thick clouds and mists covering the ground, swirling around the two predators, making them appear even more mystical. Something about the spreading sunlight that broke through was doing odd things to her vision as she watched them. Fluctuating images of luscious and familiar human men merged with dangerous wolf and coyote in the golden texture of early morning light. It was too fast to be a true shift; it had to be her imagination. But the apparitions seemed to bleed in and out of the sunlight and shadow as light and dark undulated across the expanse of lawn in back of the house. Predators on four legs morphed into steely-abbed naked men with hard, rippling bronzed muscles who embraced and kissed, rubbing against each other. Bodies she knew so well. And then the image morphed again and it was the two animals poised there, looking at each other as though they communicated silently. Suddenly, as one they turned their heads to look toward Abby's window. One with gleaming amber eyes, the other with flinty black. And she knew they saw her, wanted to draw her out to them. Their actions were that of males calling to their female--an invitation no female could resist. Quickly, with a sense of self-preservation, Abby stepped away from the window, her heart thumping rapidly in her chest. She gripped the edge of the counter, head down, eyes closed, forcing the images away. Once she had herself under control, she lifted her head to look out the window. They were gone. Something odd tugged in her chest, some bit of sadness at their departure. Pieces of her suddenly lost. A sharp pain that made her want to run after them, to find them, to join them. To mate with them. The rest of the day would be anticlimactic. They had come to her making a statement. You may hide now, but you cannot deny us. In the end we will have you.
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