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Sizzling hot M/M, M/F/M, Big Cat shifters to melt your heart.
When bad boy alpha, Prince Dallin and his lover, Stryker, go 2000 years into the past to rescue Lailii, a Spellweaver, they didn't plan on being captivated by the petite, delicate female.
Strong willed and determined to survive, Lailii has no option but to go with the two stunningly handsome men. Within hours, she finds herself in a world of big cat shifters and sizzling, uninhibited sex. Betrayed by a king to whom she owes no loyalty, she struggles to survive and acclimate herself in a strange, new land. And when a demon follows Lailii into the future, Dallin and Stryker must work together to keep their new lover safe.
Stryker followed Dallin from the great hall. His stomach unclenched. Lady's blood, he had met King Leopold. The leader of all the Prides within the lands of the Twelve Gates had accepted him into his home. The days of sneaking from the barracks to meet Dallin were over. Gods, be praised.
With a grin, he took in the man walking beside him. The crown prince was the epitome of a Vane, the ruling Pride of white tiger shifters. Massive in build, he walked with authority. Black hair fell like water to brush his shoulders. The silken mass framed a face only a god could have created, to hold amethyst eyes flecked with green and silver opalescence. Stryker's gaze dropped from Dallin's broad shoulders to his trim waist, and then down to strong thighs cased in a skintight material, woven by the Fae to resemble leather. He knew the feel of those strong thighs pressing against him. One whiff of his lover's unique scent sent him into rapture. He touched his lips at the memory of Dallin's demanding kiss. The taste of the prince lingered on his tongue.
"Do you mind if I see her alone?" Dallin stopped at the top of a flight of stairs. "I have some crawling to do."
Drawn from his thoughts, Stryker blinked. He cleared his throat and met Dallin's gaze. "Sure. I'll hang around and wait. What do you think the king has planned for us at the waterfall?"
"I'm guessing hot, pride females and a ménage ceremony." Dallin winked. "My father may be old but he does encourage us to have frequent sex with a variety of females. How else would a male learn to cope with a female in Moonfire? One needs experience. It's the same in most Prides."
Stryker nodded in agreement. "I agree, but it's after the mating that troubles me. My father insists all will be well, but do you honestly believe one female will satisfy us both?"