the kid’s scent hit him, sharp and dark and to die for. It made Micah’s brain short circuit, so he stood there gawking, with his mouth hanging open.
The kid stopped and eyed him. Dark hair like his sister’s, with green eyes the color of old dollar bills. His flesh was unblemished—rare for a human teenager—and it was speckled with freckles.
He smiled, and he had his sister’s dimples, except his smile was lopsided, and sexy as hell.
Micah shook his head and tried to clear his jumbled mind, but when he took another breath, his confusion became even stronger. The kid... a young human kid, smelled like...
Fuck... it couldn’t be... it was just impossible...
And dangerously inappropriate...
But there it was. His scent was firing in Micah’s head, sending him the flash fire signal of Mate .
But that could only happen between two werewolves, and then only a male and a female. It was a hormonal, biology thing. Not that he’d felt it for any of the women in his pack, or any women period. But he’d heard the stories from his friends, from his relatives. When that scent kicked in, the men had been goners. The female that smelled like that... like home... they practically enslaved the men.
He’d always thought that was truly unfair. That everyone should and did have free will. But there he was, standing across from a guy who would be the last male he’d pick to ask out on a date, not to mention to mate with for life, but the mere scent off him had kicked his head into picking-out-curtains mode.
“This is so fucked up... ” he breathed, his voice low and hoarse with need.
“So he can talk,” Lucy’s brother said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I thought for a minute that you were one of those mentally challenged types.”
Micah laughed, but ended up coughing like he had a hairball.
“So you’re Gabriel’s brother Micah, right?” He stepped down on his skateboard and the end flew up into his hand.
“Yeah, and you’re Lucy’s brother... um... ”
The kid smiled. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he stood there and waited, intentionally not telling him his name—leaving him hanging.
Little bastard.
Micah exhaled in an irritated sigh, and then folded his arms over his chest. He knew this pose looked damn intimidating on him, with his huge arms and barrel chest. “So what’s your name, you little shit?”
The kid gave a little laugh, and then bit his lower lip. Then he moved over to Micah, looked up into his eyes with those big green peepers—and stole his roast beef and lamb sandwich.
Before Micah knew what was happening the kid had taken a huge bite out of it and headed past him to the front door. Micah turned, his arms falling slack at his sides, his mouth doing the whole open-for-flies routine again, watching the guy who smelled like home saunter away.
Shit...
The kid reached for the screen door but stopped and looked back over his shoulder. He swallowed and licked his lips, the smile mocking and irritating and just adorable.
“Name’s Seth. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
And then he walked into the house, the screen door swinging shut behind him with a bang.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...
Micah put his hands on top of his head and paced back and forth in front of his Jeep a few times.
This isn’t happening. I’m too young to settle down. It’s impossible, for one thing. It’s immoral for another—the kid’s obviously jailbait. And for another thing...
Gabriel would never let me live it down.
~*~
Lucy hadn’t spent too much time with Abbey Adams. Not since they’d inadvertently raised every dead person in the small cemetery back behind both of their houses, just past a small wooded area. At first Lucy had felt just used. Abbey had tricked her into going with her that night. She’d planned on siphoning Lucy’s necromancer power into a spell to bring her parents back to life.
Lucy had tried