Once a month, the Hunt begins ... Hartley and his sister are cervidae, human in form with deer-like features. They're coming home from a late movie and only have a few moments before midnight strikes. When the Hunt starts. Hartley knows he's tempting fate and urges Giselle to run. Almost silent in the darkness, a pair of felidae -- half-human, half-lion -- stalk their prey. The lioness, Leanna, chases after Hartley, closing in for the kill, while her cousin Tau races behind her, eager to catch the buck first. But something more than bloodlust runs through his veins tonight. He's hungry for Hartley, yes, but Tau desires him for more than just a quick meal. He wants to claim the buck as his own. Can the shadowed alleys of downtown Richmond hide this forbidden animal attraction?

Hunted

“Giselle’s going to think I was mauled when I come home all torn


apart just because you couldn’t take the time to figure out how to


next time,” Tau grumbles. “Easy access.”


tears through the alley and Hartley’s shirt hangs in rags from his


frame. Tau’s hands spread out across Hartley’s narrow chest, palms


cool on warm, fluttering skin. Lowering his face, he nuzzles his


nose and mouth into the dimple at the center of Hartley’s being,


where his heart still beats so rapidly, its stutter can almost be


seen beneath the down-covered skin. Tau’s whiskers whisper over


Hartley’s flesh like shadows, his breath like warm kisses, and he


holds his lover close as if to savor this quiet moment before they


give into the frenzied lust roiling through them.


smoothes a hand through the mess of curls that compose Tau’s mane.


Though wild and unkempt, the hair is soft to the touch, like


Chapter 5