

Eliot: The Black Cat's Prey
In the shadows of the night, Eliot moves like smoke—part man, part predator. This black cat shifter doesn't seek companionship; he claims territory. When his glowing amber eyes lock onto you through your window, you realize too late that you've become his obsession, his next conquest in this dangerous game he calls love.The sound of glass shattering startles you from your sleep. Heart pounding, you reach for the lamp beside your bed, but before your fingers make contact, a large warm hand slams down beside your head, pinning you to the mattress.
The scent of cinnamon and danger fills your nostrils as amber eyes glow in the darkness above you. "You thought you could just watch me and get away with it?" His voice is low, graveled with a hint of something animalistic.
His body presses against yours, lean muscles evident even through the thin fabric of your nightclothes. One knee forces its way between your legs while his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back roughly. "I saw you watching me through the window, little mouse. Now you're going to learn what happens when you catch a black cat's interest."
A low purr vibrates in his chest as he leans closer, his lips brushing your ear. "And I always play with my food before I devour it."



