believe that either. No man risked a broken nose for the slim chance of fucking a woman he didn’t even know. Instinct told her to trust him, and what choice did she have? She couldn’t fight chemistry. Wondering how long she could hold out against his electromagnetic pull, she forced herself to step away before she did something stupid. The days when she could date and fall into bed with a guy without being scared to death were over. She envied her wolves for their uncomplicated sex.
Chapter Six
Lyka’s entrancing dance didn’t sway Beowulf. His macho bearing shouted I’m in charge here. We’ll do this when I’m ready. Shaking his head and wagging his tail like a frisky dog, he approached Lyka and took a playful nip at her face. She became more flirtatious, whining and pushing her rump against his.
“Canine desire is pretty strong.” Malcolm resisted the urge to move closer and reveal his own canine desire. Karin was already as skittish as a newborn colt. He didn’t want to scare her, but watching his animal brethren awakened his inner wolf and stirred him to action.
She just looked so damn cute today, all girly in pink, and those tight jeans just about did him in. And she smelled like a sweet, juicy Georgia peach, ripe and just waiting for him to take a bite.
His whole body vibrated with tension. The temptation to rub his growing erection against Karin’s curvy little butt increased alarmingly the longer he stood behind her. Coming here today was definitely a mistake. He didn’t need to come back. His nose healed just fine, so fine it might make her suspicious. He just couldn’t stay away. She intrigued him. Not only did he want to fuck her, he actually enjoyed being around her. When was the last time he’d been able to joke around with a woman, with anyone for that matter? There was only Ralf, and one-sided conversations weren’t very stimulating.
“And how would you know?” She looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes.
“My own wolf is pretty horny right now.”
“You own a wolf?”
He laughed at her shocked expression. In the past few days, he’d become a tease and a flirt. He felt like a kid again. “A hybrid.”
“You surprise me,” she said, shaking her head.
“I don’t tell many people about Ralf. Wolves aren’t popular around here, even half wolves.”
“Don’t I know it. Your secret is safe with me.”
Too bad he couldn’t trust her with a few more secrets. He jammed the brakes on that line of thinking. Sometimes he forgot she belonged to the human race and not his.
They both turned as Bo let out a territorial howl and mounted his mate.
“Lucky bastard.” Malcolm worked hard to suppress his own howl. Having a mate was fundamental to his people’s existence, an instinct as natural as breathing. He’d known who his mate would be before they reached puberty. She’d been his childhood friend, his lover, and then his wife. Mia had been gone for fifteen years, and he still missed her. He could count on two hands the number of women he’d had since, one night stands, women he’d never have to see again. Suddenly he wanted more.
“Shush!” Karin put a finger to her lips, calling attention to a mouth he wanted very much to taste. “Don’t interrupt them.”
“I wouldn’t think of it.”
She glared at him, and he smiled back. He sniffed the air. She could feign anger as much as she wanted, but he smelled arousal on her as thick as his own.
Claim! Her! Now!
His wolf told him to take what he wanted. He fought the urge to grab her, strip her bare, and mount her right here and now. He wanted to hear her beg him to fuck her and then scream his name when he took her over the edge, marked her, and made her his. Just the kind of twisted thinking that would get him into big trouble. It took every bit of his resolve to keep still.
Whoa, buddy, stop acting like the Big, Bad Wolf. This is Karin, not some bitch in heat.
A little harmless flirting didn’t mean
John B. Garvey, Mary Lou Widmer