Edge of Power
Book 4 in the Edge Series
The highly anticipated 4th book in USA Today bestselling author Megan Crane’s scorching Edge series featuring Wulf, the Raider King. He is the ultimate Viking outlaw, who rules a future, destroyed world with steel and the force of his will alone. And he will meet the one woman who will change everything.
Wulf is king of his clan and the ruthless head of the raider brotherhood.
Every foe in his path surrenders to his will. But when his mortal enemy’s beguiling daughter gets under his skin the way no one else ever has, a whole new intensity from the Raider King is unleashed…the fiery strength of dark passion and hard-hitting lust.
Kathlyn is no fan of the life she’s been forced to live under her savage father’s unforgiving rule. But the bold and powerful barbarian who steals her innocence—and her heart—is a dangerous bet. There’s nothing safe about a man who wants to destroy everything she knows and burn it to the ground. Except if Wulf can set her free, maybe safety is overrated…
Will the overwhelming heat of her warrior-king lead to something more powerful than either of them can imagine?
*Features a seriously dominating hero, graphic, steamy sex and a happily ever after.
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- ROMANTIC THEMES: Bad Ass Heroine, Bad Ass Alpha, Boss/Secretary, Cowboy Hero, Dystopian Romance, Erotic Romance, Ex-Con Hero, Girl Next Door, Good Girl/Bad Boy, Guardian/Ward, Heroine On the Run, Kidnapped Heroine, Mail Order Bride, Marriage of Convenience, Meddling Relatives?, Military, Mistaken Identity, MMA Fighter/Martial Artist, Playboy Hero, Special Ops Hero, Ugly Duckling, Vikings?, Warrior, Widow
Edge of Power
The only way to take King Athenian and his asshole minions down, once and for all, was to walk in here like a dumbass and keep pretending he wasn’t the man or the king he was. Especially with a woman he didn't know and couldn’t trust, whose allegiances were murky at best. All he really knew about her was that she’d sold out her own father last summer and today she’d tried to pass herself off as a courtesan, when instead she was a virgin in a place that put a high value on that crap. That didn’t necessarily make her any kind of villain to Wulf, who was pretending to be a weakling bitch and had no use for the sorry excuse for a father he’d had crippled twenty years ago. But he knew why he hated Amos. He had no idea what motivated Kathlyn.
He handed her the cloak and somehow kept himself from smiling like too much of an asshole when she paused a minute before taking it. As if she suspected a trap.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “You're learning.”
She stiffened at that and then she blinked, as if there was some heat or emotion in her gaze she didn't want him to see. He found he liked the idea of that, because most people’s layers were pretty obvious to him at a glance. A serious portion of his role as leader of his clan involved reading people. Figuring out when they were lying and why they might want to do that. What they wanted versus what they said. Running through various scenarios based on all those things so he could deliver his judgment. Who knew a little mystery was so intriguing?
Kathlyn took the cloak from his hands, making sure not to let her fingers brush his as she did it. He wondered if she thought he didn't notice that—but then, he was certain she’d been untouched before she’d walked into this room. It was possible she had no idea how obvious she was. He stood there, an arms length away from her, and watched as she slipped the swirling coat back on and fastened it at her neck. And something in him turned over when she was covered again from head to foot the way she had when she walked inside, with only those legs of hers showing. Because now he knew exactly what was underneath.
“You need to go, baby,” he said gruffly. “I have a feeling a princess can’t just up and disappear. Someone's got to be looking for you.”
She frowned at that, and Wulf could feel the anxiety coming off of her. She pulled the cloak tighter around her and held it shut, so hard her hands clenched into fists.
“Oh—I—but I didn't get what I came for,” she said, haltingly. And when she met his gaze, hers was as troubled as it was determined. “Didn't you say you were going to teach me things? Show me… something?”
He couldn't tell if it was humor that licked its way through him then or something far more like satisfaction. He crossed his arms over his chest and regarded her for a long moment as she stood there before him, clearly as nervous as she was determined, as if she was completely unaware how foolish it was to tempt a man that way.
Especially when that man was him, bound to none of the rules of her world. Wulf didn’t even know what the rules were here. All he knew for sure was that he didn’t do compliance. In any sense of the term.
“You have absolutely no idea what you're asking for.”
She drew herself up a little bit taller and he watched her press her lips together as if that gave her some kind of strength. “I know I don’t. That's sort of the point. I want to understand that, at the very least.”
“I'm sure you do. And I don’t blame you. But not from me.” He didn't let himself do what he wanted to do, which involved skin on skin and more temptation than he was prepared to face at that moment. It felt a little too much like weakness. Wulf shoved that aside. He rested his hand on the place where the cloak came together, just below her collarbone. It wasn’t her flesh, but still, he could feel the fire of her. The sweetness. As if she was made of flame and sugar. “Not tonight.”
He could see the struggle in her then. He could see that thing that looked like fear, mixed up as it was with all of that heat, and he could see her determination besides. Beneath his hand, he could feel her jerk slightly, as if she'd started to move toward him but had stopped herself. The crazy thing was, Wulf really didn't know what he’d do if she ignored him. Or, if he was honest with himself, he knew what he do. He’d just told himself not to do it this fast. This impulsively. To think of strategy instead of his dick. For a thousand excellent reasons, none of which he could seem to bring to mind just then.
“Fuck it,” he muttered.
Wulf fisted his hand in the material of the cloak and hauled her towards him. And he stopped dicking around. Her mouth was driving him fucking crazy and he wanted a taste. So he took it.
He slammed his mouth down on hers.
And everything exploded.