Right then, the lovely Jennifer asked me to make a case for the sexiness of
werewolves lycans –which are way better than werewolves, as they aren’t plagued by that pesky inability to control themselves on the full moon. I mean, honestly, that would put a bit of a damper on any moonlit rendezvous!
So then, what exactly is so sexy about a lycan, specifically, that oh so charming lycan Ian Ranulf? Where to begin?
1. Wolves are crafty and playful by nature. Combine that with a handsome man and you get one charming fiend. Ian Runulf is that and more. He’s got a wicked sense of humor and doesn’t hesitate to tease Daisy.
“ “Don’t go playing the Scottish lord with me.” She kicked at his foot, only to miss. “I decide where I go and with whom, not you.”
Northrup’s nose bunted against hers. “What in the devil’s name are ye talkin’ about, you dafty wee besom?”
“You know very well.” Daisy ignored the way her breath hitched when he got too near. “You get riled up and off you go, throwing that Highland accent about as if to intimidate.” She dropped her voice in an imitation of his. “Ye will do as I say or I will take ye overrr me knee an’ stroop yer backside!’”
Utter silence fell between them, punctuated by Billy’s mutterings about insane women. Northrup’s eyes narrowed, his lips a thin line that twitched at the corners. Then like a thunderclap, his laughter broke free, rolling over her rich and full. The corners of his eyes creased as he bowed and let his brogue roll to full effect. “Aye weel, lassy, ye canna blame a man fer wantin’ ta get his ’ands on such a fine, plump arse such as yers, now can ye?” ”
“He caught her expression and his smile grew fiendish.
“Don’t go getting calf-eyed on me,” he warned with amusement. “Or I’ll start to believe that you like me, too.”
“And we couldn’t have that,” Daisy said, feeling almost dizzy.
Northrup’s eyes were indigo in the dim. He looked at her as though he knew her every thought. “After all,” he said in a thick voice, “what would happen, Daisy-Meg, if you liked me?” ”
2. Loyalty. Like wolves, lyans are loyal to pack. When they find a mate, she is the most important thing in their lives, and a lycan male will lay down his life for his mate.
“ “Hear me, Daisy-girl. By my vow, on the grave of my father, Alasdair George Ranulf, and on the blood of Clan Ranulf that flows in my veins, I will never hurt you again.” The warm puff of his breath heated her palm as he lifted her hand to his mouth. “I will keep you safe till this business be done. Or die trying. This I pledge to you.””
3. The physique. Okay, let’s face it, these guys are in prime physical condition –must be all that running wild and hand to hand combat. 😉
“Ye gods but the sheet was too low around his waist, stopping at a line of dark auburn hair that peaked out a little bit farther with each exhale of Northrup’s breath. The muscles beneath his belly button lay flat like a plate of armor above the narrow plane of his hips, the skin stretched so tightly over them that the veins stood out, one of them leading a path down below the sheet.
Flush with heat, she bit her lip hard. She wanted to trace that path with her tongue and pull the sheet away to reveal the rather large bulge hiding beneath it. A delicious image, ripped in two as he tensed on a sharp breath, his eyes snapping open and his hand shooting out to grasp her wrist. She yelped as he wrenched her toward him.” [Yum!]
4. Excellent lovers. Need I say more? All right, I will. Because lycans are in touch with their wild, animal nature, they don’t hold back in the bedroom. They like their play, and will make sure their lover is well-satisfied.
“Ian held her gaze, watching the way she panted lightly, her lips parted and her color high. He knew that she craved going down darker roads. His voice was not his own. It belonged to a beast with a raging cockstand. “I’m going to lick and suck your sweet tits, Daisy-Meg, until we’re both dying from the pleasure of it.”
Her lips rounded to a shocked O, a flush spreading from her cheeks down to the impressive swells of her breasts. He didn’t miss the way her pupils dilated with desire and excitement. It fueled his.
“Because you deserve pleasure, lass.” He flipped open a snap, the strength in his fingers making it easy. “You deserve to be well and thoroughly loved.””
“ “Lift your skirts.” His voice was guttural, brutal in its command.
Her soft mouth fell open, her eyes going wide. But he saw the flash of heat in those blue depths. They stared at each other, their breathing heavy and fast.
“Lift them high and show me your sweet cunny, Daisy-Meg.”
A little gasp escaped her lips, her gaze turning fever bright at the demand. He held her gaze unflinchingly, the silence so thick it pressed upon his chest like a hand. For one lurching moment, he thought she might refuse, and then slowly, oh so slowly, her hands moved. Trembling fingers fisted her skirts, and lust surged like victory through his gut.”
5. Brave and true of heart. Not just when it comes to danger, but in love. As I said, the love a lycan has for his woman knows no bounds. It trumps everything else. And he isn’t shy about stating it either. 🙂
“He leaned into her. She smelled of cool silk and warm roses. She smelled of home. “I am afraid, aye? Bloody terrified of history repeating itself.” He wrapped his arms about her waist and held on tightly. “But I want you more. Do you understand? I feel free when I am with you. Happy. You are the gift I never saw coming.” ”
Le sigh. I mean, who wouldn’t want a lycan in their bed? Or let one in their hearts? While Daisy certainly struggles to remain indifferent to Ian, the war was really over from the first time they squared off:
“ “That gown is a tragedy on you,” he murmured in a low growl that rasped against her skin.
“So sorry,” she managed to say past the flush that left her oddly breathless. “You’ll have to take your objections up with the man who provided it for me.”
He grunted in amusement, his gaze not shifting from her body. “He is a fool. He is of a mind to take it off, lest it offend him further.”
Heat blossomed over her skin and settled between her legs. Such a shock, she almost choked on it. Her breasts rose and fell over the edge of her bodice in cadence with her breathing, and his eyes followed the movement.
“Oh, you are good,” she whispered as all that heat turned to delicate throbbing. Here was the excitement she’d craved earlier. Only now that she’d found it, she felt disoriented, as if she were a rider about to be unseated. Were he not possessing a tendre for her sister, she might have considered giving in to his charm. “I suppose this is you trying?”
One corner of his mouth kicked up. “Is it working?”
Yes. “If you need to ask, it probably isn’t.” ”
To know the whole story, however, you’ll have to read Moonglow. 😉
Kristen Callihan is a child of the 80’s, which means she’s worn neon skirts, black-lace gloves, and combat boots (although never all at once) and can quote John Hughes movies with the best of them. A life long daydreamer, she finally realized that the characters in her head needed a proper home and thus hit the keyboard. She believes that falling in love is one of the headiest experiences a person can have, so naturally she writes romance. Her love of superheroes, action movies, and history led her to write historical paranormals. She lives in the Washington D.C. area and, when not writing, looks after two children, one husband, and a dog — the fish can fend for themselves.
Her first manuscript, FIRELIGHT, a gothic retelling of Beauty and the Beast set along the shadowy lanes of Victorian London, will be published by Grand Central Publishing in February of 2012.
Coming in Feburary….
(Darkest London #3)
by Kristen Callihan