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The following excerpt from RAPTVYN'S ROGUE is for readers 18 and over. Excerpt from Raptvyn's Rogue by Kate Hill (m/m/f shapeshifter menage) From Ellora's Cave. Blurb: A rogue raptor, scarred and shunned by his flock, Zamiel has survived as a mercenary and hunter for hire. After finding a wounded Raptvyn called Arno and nursing him back to health, Zamiel can't deny the searing passion between them. Their mutual friend Mitzi has been trying to find a way to convince Zamiel to mate with her permanently. Seeing the males together, she realizes they would make a perfect traditional Raptvyn trio. The three generate enough heat to melt a glacier, but luring Zamiel into commitment won't be easy. Zamiel thought his violent past had destroyed his chances for finding love, but Arno and Mitzi bring him unimaginable pleasure in every way. He swore never to put flock before family, but with everything on the line, he could lose it all. Excerpt: Arno followed Zamiel's lead to the lake and they both dipped into the water, dragging their talons and splashing with their wings before changing to their man form. Arno closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the cool water against his skin. It felt so good to finally wash after several days stuck in a nest. He glanced at Zamiel, who ducked under the water and resurfaced, running his hands through his short, wet hair. He stood, water lapping his flat belly and streaking his gorgeous torso, drawing even more attention to his sleek muscles. Droplets glistened in his chest hair and Arno resisted the urge to lick his lips. Zamiel's piercing blue gaze met his and a quiver of passion ran down Arno's spine. Damn, this guy can't get any hotter. "Come here," Zamiel said, wading toward Arno. "Yeah?" Arno tried to sound nonchalant, but his legs felt strangely weak as he approached his rescuer. When they stood only inches from one another, Zamiel reached toward Arno's head. "You have a twig in your hair," he said in a low, husky voice, his gaze holding Arno captive. "Didn't think someone like you would notice a little thing like that." Zamiel gave a low grunt. "Depends on who I'm looking at." Good gods, is he coming on to me? Arno's pulse raced and beneath the water his cock sprang to life. He'd suspected Zamiel found him attractive, though it might have been just a fantasy on his part. The very notion of being trapped in this gorgeous rogue's arms, of feeling the caress of his chiseled lips and warm, wet tongue, was enough to make Arno's head spin. After dropping the twig in the water, Zamiel ran his fingertips down Arno's cheek so gently he scarcely felt his touch. Arno drew a sharp breath and moved even closer, swallowing a bit more loudly than he'd intended. He was acting like a damn fledgling with his first fuck instead of an experienced man in his early thirties. Yet he'd never met anyone quite like Zamiel. This guy did things to him, body and soul, that no one ever had before. Zamiel's gaze became so intense that Arno forgot everything except the man in front of him. Tentatively, Zamiel cupped Arno's cheek. His lips parted slightly and he took Arno's face in both hands and kissed him. Fuck, this was like the kiss he'd spent his life dreaming of. As much as Arno had enjoyed making love with Jindra, theirs had been a relationship based on close friendship and loneliness. They'd satisfied each other's needs, yet both had been searching for their soul mates. At this moment, Arno knew he had finally found his and he was probably the worst man in the world for him. Zamiel hated his flock, even though he had once been part of it. Who knew how he'd react if he found out where Arno was from? He'd seen the rage and violence in the man's eyes and heard it in his voice, yet deep inside he refused to believe Zamiel would do him real harm. The thought of it was too painful. It would be a cruel trick of fate for Arno to have finally found the man of his dreams, only to be despised by him. With every stroke of Zamiel's tongue, every gentle caress of his lips, Arno's desire soared to greater heights. His cock stiffened and belly clenched. He felt Zamiel's cock swell between their bodies that were now pressed so close their hearts seemed to beat as one. Zamiel's fingers wove through Arno's long blond hair while Arno ran his hands over Zamiel's shoulders and back, relishing the sensation of his rock-hard muscles beneath water-slicked flesh. His fingers trailed over the scars, lingering on their roughness. How many of those injuries might have been prevented if he hadn't been driven from his flock, forced into a rogue's existence? A pang of guilt darted through Arno. He should probably tell Zamiel the truth before this went any further. He had the right to know the man he was about to fuck belonged to the flock he hated. Perhaps it was fear, or more likely selfishness because he so desperately wanted them to make love, but Arno pushed aside all thoughts and concentrated fully on his primal urges. He told himself they were caught in the moment, that Zamiel was irresistible. That he was so thrilled to be alive after Pepik's attack he wanted to celebrate by doing something wild and utterly fulfilling. With a low groan of desire, Zamiel broke their kiss and trailed his lips along the side of Arno's neck. Clinging to Zamiel like a drowning man to a log of driftwood, Arno closed his eyes and surrendered completely.

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