Depressed because he didn't think he'd ever find a way to end his mating heats—what female Circ out there would tolerate a male who didn't want her?—he walked along the trail away from the house. But along the way, his mind grew fuzzy. The trail suddenly blurred, and then he was there.
Full lips quirked in a smile at something Kisho said. Laughing at him, teasing him, reminding him that as strong as he was, Kisho could never conquer this man. Angered, Kisho tried to take charge of the brute, but ropes bound him tight.
Knowing what came next, he struggled in vain to break free of the vision, but it only took him deeper.
“You break free, I'll leave you alone,” the male's deep voice promised.
“Fuck off.” Kisho couldn't handle the smug bastard. Always there, always watching, judging…
“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” The male fingered the front of his own jeans, where a large, telltale bulge resided. To Kisho's shock, blunt fingers prodded at the button and slid the zipper down to reveal a shadow of dark, curly hair. The scent of orange spice mixed with the cinnamon Kisho knew was his beast's way of fanning out his need.
“I'm hard and wet. Want a taste? Or don't you want your little friends to know what you really need?” the bastard asked, lowering his voice so Tersch and Jules wouldn't hear in the other room.
Kisho struggled to break free, but his beast refused to appear. Never before had he lost his ability to change, and the loss now scared the hell out of him.
“That's right. You're mine now. All mine, my little kitsu .” Large hands reached for him, powerful hands dragging him closer to his destiny, to his doom.
The vision faded as the dark of night returned. An owl hooted overhead, and to Kisho's shock, a slender gray fox watched him, frozen on the trail several feet in front of him.
“My little kitsu.” “Kitsu”—an archaic Japanese word for “fox.” His future beckoned, but Kisho wanted no part of it. The only thing he could see of his tomorrows: a curse he couldn't shake. He turned and jogged back to the house, needing the comfort only his fellow Circs, his lovers and friends, could provide.
But as he ran, he felt the fox's stare boring into his back, and the familiar words returned.
“You can run, kitsu, but you can't hide. I'm coming for you, and I'll have what's mine.”
Marie Harte
Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic, but especially all things romance. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with the warmth of first passion and knew writing was her calling. Twenty-three years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, a husband and four kids, and her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Georgia with her family and loves hearing from readers.
Loose Id(R) Titles by Marie Harte
Mirror, Mirror
Reaper's Reward
Saturnalia
Satyr's Myst
Tied & True
Willa's Wish
The CIRCE'S RECRUITS Series
Roan
Zack & Ace
Derrick
Hale
The DAWN ENDEAVOR Series
Fallon's Flame