Riley Aedan Kincaid személy
the most senior SnowDancer Lieutenant
second in hierarchy only to Hawke
nicknamed “the Wall”
heavily muscled in his wolf form, built for stubborn endurance
uses rigid control to keep his wolf on a tight leash
older brother of Brenna and and Andrew Kincaid
mother and father were lieutenants who died protecting the pack
raised his younger brother and sister after their parents died
blames himself for not keeping Brenna safe after her abduction
always planned on having a submissive mate
the calmer he acts, the angrier he is
quiet sense of humor, loved by children
always seems quiet, practical and grounded
stubborn and completely focused
solid looking and deceptively appears to move slow
can take down a fully grown wolf in his human form in mere seconds
short deep chestnut hair, chocolate eyes
30 years old
mate of Mercy Smith
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”what's my fucking name?"
It was tempting to continue to snarl at him, but her skin was slick with sweat and he was big and wild and delicious over her. And she wanted him in her. Now. ”Men and their egos," she muttered, just to piss him off a little. ”Now do it, Riley. Or I'll find someone else."
He held her head where it was for another long second before lowering his face to hers, those amber eyes telling her exactly who was in charge inside him at that moment. ”What did you say?" Quiet, quiet words.
He wanted to stalk those two unknown leopards, make sure they knew he'd marked her, taken her. But that, he realized, would end any and all chance he had with the woman he wanted more than his next breath. Biting back a growl, he shifted into wolf form and stared at her.
Disappointment cut through her, a hot, biting wound. She hadn't actually wanted him to fail. If she made it to the den before him, then she won, and though she might accept him back into her bed again, it would never be the same. Making a face, telling herself she wasn't that upset – liar, liar – she continued through the trees. (…)
A familiar hand closed around her throat from behind an instant later and she found herself hauled up against a firm, gorgeously male chest, his free arm clamping across her body to immobilize her own arms. Heat against her ear, the possessive brush of lips that she wanted to feel on every inch of her skin. ”Gotcha."
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”I think you're sexy."
Riley narrowed his eyes at Mercy's teasing comment. ”I'm not trusting a word that comes out of that pretty mouth until you acknowledge my dominance."
”If I do, will you use your pretty mouth to lick me between my legs?"
Christ Almighty! ”Mercy, I'm this close to tearing off your pants and just mounting you." (…)Lifting his arm off her shoulders, but pressing his chest against her back, he ran his lips over the shell of her ear. ”Or is that what you want?"
”Don't you have work?"
He ran a hand through his hair, mussing himself up so deliciously that she had to fight the leopard's desire to play with the strands. ”Yeah, but it's with Hawke and he's in a shit of a mood."
”Riley Kincaid, you have Joaquin's blood on you." Her nostrils flared. ”Dead or alive?"
”Alive." He winced as her claws dug deeper.
”I told you to stay away from them."
”I'm not a pet dog," he growled, closing his hand around her throat.
”Don't try and leash me, kitty cat."
Those golden cat eyes shimmered with the sharp bite of feminine anger.
”'Get your hand off my neck."
Leaning in close, he breathed his next words against her lips. ”Make me."
”Don't you dare treat me like your woman ever again," she said, teeth gritted. ”Not when it concerns the safety of my pack. Which is all our 'relationship' is going to concern as of this moment."
”No," he said, grabbing her elbow. ”You don't get to end us. Not over this."
The cat growled and she let the sound travel up through her vocal cords.
”I get to do whatever I want." She wrenched her arm from his. ”I invited you into my home," she said, nose to nose with him. ”I trusted you. You just shit on that trust." Sliding into the seat, she pulled the door shut.
He refused to let it close, leaning down to look at her. ”I did not break your trust."
”Tell yourself that if it makes you feel better."
”I'm so blind." (…)
”I never figured it'd be her." And he'd known her for a long time. Had respected her strength even as she drove him insane. Hell, he'd admired the lithe sexiness of her body more than once – he was male, after all. But why had he never known it was her?
It didn't matter. Because now he did . . . and there was no way he was ever letting her go.
He stepped closer, every inch the SnowDancer lieutenant. ”You're my mate. End of story."
She raised an eyebrow. ”You can't dictate that."
”Mercy, we're in the mating dance – just being around you turns my wolf crazy."