Read NocC 023 - The Ancients 05 - Bonnie Vanak - Incubus Wolf - Harlequin 2012-09 for Free Online

thought.
    The delicate scent of Alex, gardenia and ice, laced through the
air. Dominic drew it deep into his lungs. His incubus blood fired, ready for sex
with the fiery bounty hunter.
    She occupied his thoughts as he headed for his study. The
thought of her lying in his bed, her wide green eyes heavy-lidded with desire,
her scent flooding his nostrils, made him wild. He found himself alive for the
first time in years.
    Ice splintered his heart as he glanced out the large picture
window.
    Alexandra was on the pathway leading through the meadow.
    He caught up with her just by the fence.
    “Where are you going?” Dominic struggled to keep his voice
even, keep the raging fear at bay. If Belaramos got a shot at her again…
    “I have to test this ankle out.”
    “Don’t stray off the path. It’s neutral territory and lined
with magick that will protect you against the wizard.” His protective instincts
flared. “I’m coming with you.”
    Defiance snapped in her clear green eyes. “Stop telling me what
to do. You’re not my master.”
    “We can change that,” he said silkily, taking her hand.
    The electrical charge crackled between them. Dominic’s pulse
beat fast. Desire smoked her green gaze, then she looked at him fiercely, as if
denying the attraction.
    “Stop doing that to me.”
    “Doing what?”
    “That sexual thing. Whispering those things inside my head to
mess with me.”
    “I’m not inside your head, Alexandra.”
    Her perfect, full mouth fell open. He steeled against the
temptation to kiss her senseless. First, to earn her trust.
    Open to me, little warrior. Trust me. Only
then will you find your true heart’s desire.
    But deep inside, he wondered if she ever could.
    *
    Alex drew the crisp, clean air deep into her lungs. So
different from the smog of the cities where she mostly hunted. Alaska’s deep
purple shadows, the blue skies and wildness pulled at her.
    And the sexuality of Dominic’s pack threatened her identity. He
was like the state; untamed and raw, vast and overwhelming.
    All these years she’d carefully cultivated a mask, and in one
day, it was torn off by a wizard’s promise of beauty. Now it was threatened by
an incubus wolf’s promise of pleasure.
    Following the trail paralleling the fence, she shoved her hands
into the pockets of the thick jacket, ignoring the man walking beside her. She
had four days to turn him over.
    And each moment, the task seemed more difficult. When she’d
taken him into her bed that first time, not only had she seen his fierce
sexuality, but also his humor and tenderness.
    In the years since, Dominic had grown more powerful, yet his
sense of humor and self-deprecating wit remained the same. Demon prison hadn’t
embittered him. Rather, it seemed to sharpen him to a razor-fine edge.
    All these years, she thought he’d left her to face her
stepfather’s cruel torture. If he told the truth, Dominic had returned to save
her. But he’d been too late.
    Alex scanned the meadow, wishing she’d never taken this
assignment. Wishing she’d never seen Dominic Farrell again. She’d forgotten how
enticing his scent was, how deliciously sexy the incubus wolf could be….
    She stepped off the pathway.
    A crack split the air, and the rock just to her left exploded
in a shower of granite. Dominic shoved her to the ground. “Stay down!”
    Alex lifted her head. On his elbows, Dominic crawled, face
fierce with concentration. He took cover behind a tall tree and then
shifted.
    The wolf bounded from behind the cover and zigged and zagged,
presenting a tough target to shoot. Alex’s heart raced. She removed the pistol
from the back of her jeans and scanned the horizon.
    There, in the distance. A small figure, raising a rifle to his
shoulder.
    Alex followed the wolf’s trail as bullets continued to ring
out. Right toward her. The bastard was trying to kill her.
    She took cover behind a thick pine, cupped her pistol and
fired. Never had she missed her target. Not in the