Excerpt of Master Of Smoke by Angela Knight

Master of Smoke

Meanwhile, White Fang’s former victim wasn’t letting any
grass grow under his bare feet. He ran into the woods as if
he could see in the dark, long, black hair flying, every
step shouting of a grim determination to put as much
distance as possible between himself and his attacker.

Then he stumbled over a root, slammed a shoulder into a tree
trunk, and fell on his face.

Shit. Eva slid to her knees beside him. “Hey, are you okay?”
She took him by one brawny shoulder and rolled him over. He
was heavy, massive with bone and muscle. Back in her human
days, she probably wouldn’t have been able to budge him at
all. He stared up at her, dazed and shocked. She tried
again, enunciating. “Are you hurt?”

His pupils snapped into thin slits against crystalline blue
irises, and his lips peeled back from fangs. One hand
flashed out to clamp around her wrist in a grip like forged
steel.

And he snarled right into her face.

Startled, she tried to jerk back. With her strength, she
should have pulled free easily, yet his grip didn’t break.
“Hey! Let go! I’m trying to help, dammit!”

He stared at her, something profoundly alien in his blue
eyes. Abruptly the hostility faded, replaced by a hot male
interest. She tugged again, but he dragged her down and
breathed in deeply, as if drinking in her scent.

Just as she drank his. Damn, he smelled good. Pure male
musk, tempting despite the sweat, rage, and fear lingering
in his scent.

Eva frowned. There was blood, too, smelling of copper and
pain as it rolled from the cuts and scratches marring
muscled ribs and brawny arms.

“It’s you.” His voice was incredibly deep, as dark and soft
as black velvet. “At last.”

“Me?” She swallowed. “What are you talking about?”

“We have waited for you for so very long,” he rumbled, his
gaze searching her face with a passionate intensity she’d
never seen in a man’s eyes. “We’ve hungered for your
love—for your simple company. And now here you are. At last.”