Bound by Water
by Monica La Porta
Sometimes, water ignites fiery passions…
The only merman shifter alive, Atreides is a famous painter, rich, and sophisticated. In his spare time, he helps the police recover stolen art.
A mere human—although exceedingly strong-willed—Ariel is an accomplished art thief who has sworn never to steal again. Until she’s forced to repay her father’s substantial debts, and the only way out is robbing an Etruscan artifact.
One night, they meet. He isn’t looking for a soulmate, and she doesn’t have time for a relationship. Yet, it only takes one passionate kiss under the full moon to intertwine their fates. Unfortunately, there’s a werewolf biker gang on their heels, and they won’t leave Atreides and Ariel alone.
Will love triumph over a bunch of enraged shifters?
Released Mar. 16, 2017
Excerpt (Adult Content):
His heart pounding, and his senses on high alert, Atreides took her in his arms and kissed her soundly. With a soft sigh, her mouth opened to him as his hands stroked her back, pressing her trembling body to his. He then pushed her against the green wall, his caresses becoming frantic. His fingers inched under the hem of her shirt, pulling the fabric out, freeing her skin to his touch. Like a fever, his desire grew and swelled, leaving him finally breathless.
She moaned when his hands skimmed the side of her breast. The lace of her bra was a barrier he didn’t care for, and his finger hooked underneath the elastic, moving it over the swell of her breast. Her softness filled his hand, and it made him groan in her mouth. He played with her nipple and was rewarded by her short gasp when he pinched the taut nub. His other hand followed a path down her navel, then slipped inside her jeans, brushing her over her panties. She pushed against his hand, and that was all the invitation he needed to lower the fabric and search for the warmth of her core. Ariel was ready for him, and he let his finger hover over her folds before pushing inside her. Her cry of pleasure sent him into a frenzy, and Atreides had to fight the need to tear her clothes apart. His throbbing hardness demanded relief, and he was losing control fast.
Leaning away, Ariel looked at him from under hooded lids, her lips red and swollen, and he couldn’t help but imagine her naked, bared to his sight. Her hand left the nape of his neck and skimmed his shirt, caressing his chest, then following the ridges of his pectorals, she traced patterns with her fingers. Finally, she hooked her hand under his belt, fingers reaching for the hair dusting his lower abdomen.
Her lips curved into a smile when she found no boxers underneath the jeans as if she had expected as much from him. Upon contact, Atreides thrust into her hand that felt like a glove around him, caressing him in time with his grunts, and he caressed her in return. As a second finger joined the first, she grew wetter, and her small cries and moans filled his ears, robbing him of his ability to reason.
They pleasured each other, in a tangle of hands, mouths, bodies dancing to a rhythm only they could hear. Their tongues clashed, and their kisses grew wild. Their touches became unrestrained as their pleasure mounted, rising until only the crescendo building deep inside them existed.
Ariel shattered first, and Atreides cried her name a heartbeat later. Spent, he moved his lips over hers in a more sedated kiss, feeling the need to cuddle her.
Then reality intruded…