What That Tongue Do Though?
Gleeful Goblin Review: The dedication for this book was so accurate I felt both Seen and Called Out: "So we all had a thing for the Beast, huh? This one’s for all of us who preferred his monstrous form." And this could not be more accurate. This is a monster romance a bit on the darkly delicious side of the page. If you (like me) go feral for Opal Reyne's Duskwalkers or Kenzie Kelly's Wyrfangs where there's an emphasis on the 'monster' part of monster romance then this is going to be an absolutely amazingly good time. Our MMC Fenrir is a very feisty, bitey boy who has only experienced humans in one way...until now. "I lowered my muzzle and tasted her neck with slow, gliding laps. Her de@th was calling. I’d sink my teeth into her and feed on her entraíls. It would not be enough to garner strength, but—my nose twitched. A tantalizing scent curled to my nose. A succulence I had only ever scented on her invaded my senses. Where was it coming from? I breathed in deeper, following it. Lower and lower until I pressed my nose between her hind legs. Here. I inhaled deeper, su©king in the sweetness perfuming off her skin. Causing a hunger so violent it caused my ©0ck to twitch within my slit. A growl vibrated my diaphragm, and I sniffed her into my lungs. “What are you doing?” She squealed in a high-pitched voice, grating on my ears. I flicked them to rid the irritation and shoved my nose harder against the warmth between her legs. She jolted as if I’d struck my claws into her throat. I would devour this smell, claim it, own it until the female díed. I would begin my feast here." CHILLS Y'ALL, CHILLS. And this is so early in the book, it only ramps up from there. 5/5 Stars