Meet Allure Author Vivi Anna and her story… Night of the Jaquar which is in the Sexy Beast anthology releasing March 06 in the new Kensington Aphrodisia imprint.

Enjoy the excerpt!!

UNEDITED EXCERPT

A great wind blew through the jungle, shaking trees and ripping leaves from the quivering branches. The sound of the screaming wind drowned out the deep mewls coming sporadically from the beast writhing on the forest floor. Leaves, sticks, and debris swirled around in a large dust devil.

Just as quick as the wind erupted, it died. Eerie silence encased the jungle. No other animal stirred in the surrounding trees or the low dirt burrows. Time stood still for a few brief moments.

Movement from the shadows disturbed the air and the scattered leaves on the ground.
A form crawled into a ray of light. It no longer a beast with midnight fur and yellow glowing eyes, but a man. Stretching out his rangy limbs, he stood. His long black hair was sweat-soaked and he pushed it back from a sharp angular face. Eyes that still glowed amber searched the jungle with a keen awareness.

Taking a step forward, his lean muscular body rippled with the effort. Sweat dripped down the golden skin of his defined chest past his naval and into the dark coarse hair between his powerful legs. Two jagged black markings, like lightening bolts, lined his hips on either side, diagonally swooping down to a point just above his groin.

He was as sleek and powerful as the black jaguar, a warrior protecting his land.

Mara…

He crooked his head, as if to listen. Lifting his nose, he scented the air.

Mara…

A low snarl rumbled in his throat as he took another step forward. The two spotted jaguars behind him stood and came to his call, rubbing up against his slick glistening thighs. Turning his head, he stared straight in front of him as if something or someone lurked there in his path.
His lips twitched and he growled, “I see you.”

Fear invaded her body, while Mara struggled against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the two trees. Spread apart in the shape of an X and naked, she felt laid out as if in sacrifice to an ancient god. Which was possible. For whom could the golden-skinned man be but a god?
She’d never seen a man such as him. Long, lean, and darkly sexy. The sight of him naked and glistening with sweat, with the two beasts at his sides took her breath. Despite her fear, she quivered in awe.

He stopped a foot away and scrutinized her with an intense stare. As his gaze traveled from her feet to her head, she had the distinct feeling of being caressed expertly by firm rough fingers. Her fright soon abated, and shivers of pleasure radiated over her body to collide into a ball of heat right at her center.

Mara reasoned she should be afraid and not aroused. Held captive and bound to the trees, with no way of escaping, she was at the mercy of the man in front of her. He could do anything he wanted to her and she couldn’t stop him. Part of her, the primal and unexplained element that raged through her, didn’t want to stop him.

He took another step forward until he stood in front of her. She could smell him. Wild and earthy, like a thunderstorm. Involuntarily, she licked her lips, tasting sweat on her tongue.
Without touching her, he sniffed her skin. Starting with her hair, he worked down to her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered shut as his hot breath on her flesh sent shudders of delight over her. Goose-bumps rose on her skin and her nipples tightened into aching rigid peaks.

When she felt him pull back, she opened her eyes. She watched as his eyes dilated in lust and he licked his lips as if the scent of her had made him hungry. Swallowing down the saliva pooling in her mouth, she gasped when he dropped to his knees.

Desire hearty and hot gathered deep within her sex as he sniffed at her feet and then traveled up her legs. When he neared her knees, she let her head fall back in rapture. He wasn’t touching her, but the mere thought of him doing so sent her spiraling into bliss.

A far corner of her mind whispered to her that she should be scared, that she should scream for help. But the hushed sounds couldn’t be heard over the hammering of her heart and the thundering throb in her sex.

The teasing was driving her insane. She hungered for him to touch her, even wanted to beg him to caress her skin, to trail his tongue over and into her flesh. The scent of her own lust floated to her nose like musk perfume. She was hot and wet, anticipating him to reach her center and feast of her juices.

Mara gasped when she looked down her body and saw him between her legs, gazing at the soft sprinkling of dark hair over her mound. She could feel his hot breath brush over the intimate folds of her flesh. Her clit swelled in response, aching for attention.

Please, she wanted to beg. Please touch me, taste me, take me. But the words would not come. All she could do was moan her encouragement.

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