Kiss of a Dark Moon by Sharie Kohler

on her body—not such a challenge since she was nude—she suffered their hungry leers and the savage hand on her thigh as her fingers brushed the pillow.
    She let them look their fill, wincing when one reached down to pinch her breast, twisting the tip cruelly between his fingers.
    â€œSweet,” he growled, eyes glittering that eerie silver. He glanced to his brethren. “Perfect timing. We can play with her for two days, then gorge ourselves.”
    The fair-haired lycan brushed his cohort’s hands off her with a growl. “I’m first.” He smiled an evil grin.
    His hand on her thigh gentled then, his fingers softening on her flesh, feather-light on the skin he had bruised. But the touch was somehow worse, turning her stomach until she feared she might be sick all over the bed. Swallowing down bile, she concentrated on sliding her hand beneath the pillow.
    A hand wedged between her thighs, forcing them apart.
    Oh God, please no.
    She forced herself to endure his touch, to resist instinct and not struggle until her gun was firmly in her grip. Without it, she did not stand a chance. Without it, she was dead. Only silver could stop him. Stop any of them.
    Holding her legs with both hands, he stretched her open before him, splaying her indecently.
    Her throat tightened, trapping the scream that threatened to shatter the air, shatter her sanity as she contemplated his foul touch on her, the depravity he would visit on her in moments if she did not stop him. Her hand fumbled over the rumpled bedspread, straining beneath the pillow, searching for cold steel.
    The other lycan crowded behind him, his devil eyes sharing the view, feasting on her.
    Shame washed over her, mingling with the fear that swam in her gut, threatening to spill over in hysteria. She fought for composure, for calm—for a way out of this hell.
    â€œYou’re small, huntress. Hard to imagine you’ve put so many of my brethren into the ground,” he murmured thickly, his thumbs rotating in ever-widening circles on her flesh.
    And you’re about to join them, scum .
    As his hands slid up her thighs, thumbs gliding inward on her legs, inching ever closer to her nest of curls, his nostrils flared wide, inhaling her. “I’d like to keep you alive until moonrise, so that we can enjoy tearing you limb from delectable limb.” With a click of his tongue, he shook his head. His fingers dug into her, increasing their pressure. “But I just don’t know if I can resist spilling your blood sooner. You smell so damn…delicious.”
    A whimper escaped her lips.
    His mouth curved in a cruel smile, clearly enjoying the sound of her pain.
    Keeping her movements subtle, she allowed her fingers to meet the cold steel. Carefully, she closed her damp hand around the grip and flipped off the safety. Her palm and fingers tightened around the textured grip, its reassuring weight the final liberation.
    Enough .
    Time to show them they’d messed with the wrong woman.
    â€œAfter tonight,” he continued, “there might not be much left of you.”
    An angry growl erupted from her then.
    She slid the gun from beneath the pillow and swung it in his face.
    Silver eyes widened in front of the gun’s unwavering barrel.
    â€œWrong,” she bit out, staring down the barrel.
    Arm locked straight, she tightened her finger around the trigger and fired.

CHAPTER 12
    H e was too late.
    The sounds of splintering furniture and shattering glass carried through the door, and he knew instantly that they were already here. They had gotten to her first. Evidently with the same information EFLA had fed him regarding Kit’s location.
    His jaw clenched, teeth grinding together so tightly he tasted the coppery wash of blood in his mouth.
    If lycans stood on the other side of the door…
    Damn Laurent to hell. It wasn’t supposed to go down this way. This was the very thing that was never supposed to happen.
    He