Alicia Spark’s PRIMITIVE CRAVING is OUT!! Check out the STEAMY Excerpt

Last Updated on October 19, 2015 by Palessa

Alicia Sparks - Primitive Craving - erotic paranormal shifter series

Ten years ago when Willow Maddux lost her soul mate, she lost her reason to stay loyal to the Maddux clan, a family of shape shifting tigers who live in a strong hold in the Atchafalaya Basin. However, she broke their sacred code when she dressed in tiger body paint and transformed in front of a live audience. Now she has to face the wrath of the Maddux Tribunal and the man who has sworn to bring her in—Timbre Canis.

Timbre knows a lot about broken codes. At the young age of eighteen, he joined the military and became part of a secret experiment, one that changed him from human to something more. When the wolf took over his body, he broke an unspoken law, one that changed the dynamic of his connection to his brothers. The only way to absolution is to track down renegade shifters and bring them in. But Willow is unlike anyone he’s ever met, and he’s afraid once he touches her, he’ll never be able to let her go. She awakens a Primitive Craving he’s never felt before.


Willow couldn’t breathe with him pressing against her like that, pushing her back against the wall, holding her arms over her head, and she didn’t want to breathe. She just wanted him to sink into her, to take away every sensation except the one of his body above her, around her, inside her. This was crazy, but she claimed to want crazy. One night while on the road. No strings attached. Nothing but the kind of pleasure two bodies could bring one another.

He hadn’t kissed her yet. Instead, his lips hovered just inches away from hers, his breath blowing across her skin, lighting a fire inside her. She had a feeling that as soon as he kissed her, all bets would be off.

“I want you on the bed.” His voice was strained, husky.

He reached to turn the light on, and she stopped him. “Keep it dark. More mysterious that way.”

“I usually like to see what I’m eating, but I’ll make an exception for you.”

God, he was sexy. He pushed off his leather jacket and it fell to the floor with a thud. His boots were next. She backed onto the bed, sitting on the edge with her feet on the floor.

“Lean back, sweetheart.”

She obeyed and he moved to stand in front of her, his hands on either side of her thighs. Biting into her bottom lip, she braced herself when he ran a hand down her stomach then settled it over the button on her jeans. She heard a sharp inhale of breath as he unfastened the button then slid down her zipper. Her hands fisted into the bed sheets when he tugged her jeans to the floor, pulling her shoes with them. The lacy panties she wore were no match for his big hands as he shoved them to the side, revealing her sex, which quivered with longing.

God, if he touched her, she would explode into a million pieces, but that was exactly what he was going to do—shatter her. His hot breath blew across her skin just seconds before his mouth closed over her, taking her mound between his lips, running his tongue along her clit. She wanted to weep, the sensation was so erotic, but this was a one night stand, not an emotional encounter, so she swallowed the feelings and let herself go, arching against him as he held her still with one hand on her stomach.

Teeth grazed against her nub, his tongue parting her lips to delve inside, lapping at her as if he had been her lover before, as if he knew her inner depths and how much this turned her on. She swore she heard a growl rip from his throat and pass over her flesh in the second before she came, but there was no way of knowing if the growl truly came from him or if it was her tiger nature being unleashed in the heat of passion.

Her world spun then finally settled, the sensations lessening a little as he rose above her. With his hands reaching for her then raising her up to remove her shirt and bra. He wasn’t taking his time with her and getting to know her body. Instead, he was mastering it as if it were already his, as if every touch had been practiced and known before.

When his mouth took hers, she could still taste herself on his lips, the salty, cinnamon taste of woman mixed up with the taste of his sweat. His scent was maddening, a mixture of a thousand different things that turned her on, leather and grass and danger. There was no doubt he was danger, and if the way her body was responding to him was any indication, he was the worst kind.

“How long has it been for you, sweetheart?” he muttered against her ear, repeating his earlier words. “Because I’m going to make you forget everyone else you’ve ever been with.”

She had no doubt about that as he slipped out of his jeans, tossing them somewhere onto the floor. His shirt came next and even though she couldn’t see him clearly in the dark, she could make out the outline of his body, his massive shoulders, and the way his hips went down into that V that tended to drive women crazy. He turned to the side and she could see the shadow of his cock, large and ready for her. God, she wanted to take him into her mouth, to drop to her knees and worship him, but she wanted him inside her too. Too bad one night stands didn’t accommodate every fantasy. There was only so much that could be accomplished in a couple hours.

He stood over her again and looked down at her then slid his hand under her back and lifted her up, moving her to the top of the bed in one swift motion before lying on top of her. His weight felt good. He was sturdy with muscles that went on for days and a cock that was firmly pressed into her stomach.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

She did and he covered it with his, slipping his tongue into her, tasting her again. The hand at her back made its way up to her hair and fisted into it, arching her neck so her mouth was captured, unable to move, not that she would want to. The other hand covered one of her breasts, gently kneading the flesh there, causing her nipples to pucker and her cream to spill even more. She wanted him inside her now.

He was killing her with his slow, deliberate movements.

”I can’t decide how I want you. If I want slow and sweet or hard and fast. What do you think? What are you in the mood for?”

It had been so long, she just wanted him inside her. She’d never needed slow and easy and sweet was never part of her repertoire. “Fuck me like you’re never gonna see me again…”

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