Linda Thomas-Sundstrom - Wolf Born

Ignoring shaky limbs that refused to behave properly and his heart’s off-beat rhythm, Colton leaned into her. Licking gingerly at her lips, nipping lightly at the corners of her mouth before again sealing his lips to hers, he took her breath into his lungs, and felt that breath warm him.

Had this slight, ebony-haired creature truly fought beside him, placing herself in jeopardy in order to help? Although Rosalind’s mouth was momentarily motionless beneath his, Colton sensed with every instinct he possessed how much she wanted to respond.

He wanted her in that moment as much as his beast had desired her in the park. Every inch of him yearned for her, now that he’d been awakened and had captured her in his arms.

One word resonated in his mind, on its own loop, playing over and over.

Mine.

Wolf Born

Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

www.millsandboon.co.uk

LINDA THOMAS-SUNDSTROMwrites contemporary and paranormal romance novels for Mills & Boon ®Nocturne ™and Mills & Boon ®Desire ™. A teacher by day and a writer by night, Linda lives in the West, juggling teaching, writing, family and caring for a big stretch of land. She swears she has a resident Muse who sings so loudly, she often wears earplugs in order to get anything else done. But she has big plans to eventually get to all those ideas. Visit Linda at lindathomas-sundstrom.comor on Facebook.

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To my family, those here and those gone, who always believed I had a story to tell.

Contents

Cover

Introduction “You,” he whispered with his mouth on hers. “It really was you.” Ignoring shaky limbs that refused to behave properly and his heart’s off-beat rhythm, Colton leaned into her. Licking gingerly at her lips, nipping lightly at the corners of her mouth before again sealing his lips to hers, he took her breath into his lungs, and felt that breath warm him. Had this slight, ebony-haired creature truly fought beside him, placing herself in jeopardy in order to help? Although Rosalind’s mouth was momentarily motionless beneath his, Colton sensed with every instinct he possessed how much she wanted to respond. He wanted her in that moment as much as his beast had desired her in the park. Every inch of him yearned for her, now that he’d been awakened and had captured her in his arms. One word resonated in his mind, on its own loop, playing over and over. Mine.

Title Page Wolf Born Linda Thomas-Sundstrom www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Author LINDA THOMAS-SUNDSTROM writes contemporary and paranormal romance novels for Mills & Boon ® Nocturne ™ and Mills & Boon ® Desire ™ . A teacher by day and a writer by night, Linda lives in the West, juggling teaching, writing, family and caring for a big stretch of land. She swears she has a resident Muse who sings so loudly, she often wears earplugs in order to get anything else done. But she has big plans to eventually get to all those ideas. Visit Linda at lindathomas-sundstrom.com or on Facebook.

Dedication To my family, those here and those gone, who always believed I had a story to tell.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Extract

Copyright

Chapter 1

Everyone had demons.

“Some species are just closer to them than others,” Colton Killion muttered as he ran beneath the light of a huge Miami moon. For a werewolf like himself, the desire for what the moon offered fit into another category altogether. But now wasn’t the time for beastly antics. He’d had an emergency call.

Drenched in moonlight, and in human form, he sprinted over a wide stretch of dirt and grass. The night air, filled with the scent of the ocean and a dozen kinds of Cuban food, burned his throat as he sucked in it, and left a warm sensation in his groin.

Running appealed to his animal nature.

At the moment, though, he couldn’t afford to blow his cover. Two other cops were on his heels, running as fast as their human legs would take them. The radio on his shoulder kept repeating directions interspersed with static.

“Officer down. All units on the south side respond to the following address. 521 Baker.”

The harsh words wouldn’t have been half as bad without the address the dispatcher had given out. Damn if his family didn’t live on the same street.

Colton lengthened his stride to reach an area of what in Miami passed for a forest of trees. Liquid moonlight had already begun to move through his veins as if he had injected it into an artery. The phantom sensation of an elongated muzzle made him reach up to check that it hadn’t materialized yet.

Those cops behind him couldn’t see that. There was no way they would understand having a Lycan in their midst, and that a searing, breath-robbing heat was spreading outward from deep inside his chest where a sleeping beast lay curled, craving the night, awaiting its freedom.

“Killion! Wait up!” Julias Davidson, the officer responsible for this beat yelled, the strain in the man’s voice due to him being shamefully out of shape and having to run to the cruiser parked on the street.

Colton didn’t care about the identity of the officer loping along in Davidson’s wake. He was more concerned that Davidson, usually nosy as hell, hadn’t asked why Colton had been passing through this way in the first place when he was officially off duty.

Good thing he hadn’t been asked that question, since Colton didn’t know the answer. He’d just acted on a feeling that something was up with this park and had dropped by for a look. Most of the time, he paid attention to those little sparks of intuition.

“Hell.” In deference to the unanswerable why he was here, Colton found himself in a precarious state. With the muscles of his neck throbbing and the skin on his bare arms undulating like disturbed water in a pond, restraining his lupine abilities took every ounce of willpower he possessed.

The moon called to him, but there was also an officer down just two doors shy of his parents’ house. And the sudden notoriety of an injured or, God forbid, dead police officer would be unwanted attention for a family like his that had a lot to hide—and even more to lose, if they were identified as Lycan.

“Hellfire!”

The whitewashed oath didn’t satisfy him, or take the edge off his anxiety. “I’ve got a bad premonition about this dispatch to Baker Street,” he whispered hoarsely. In fact, his gut told him he shouldn’t wait for the others, and that he would get to the crime scene faster if he ditched the limiting human persona.