Read Taken by the Pack for Free Online Page A

shut down around this man.
    Maybe she was fifty percent certain she wanted him gone.
    Forty? Her girly bits hoo-yahed in agreement. She gave up on dignity and taking a firm stance and settled for edging toward the door. He paced alongside her. He could grab her, they both knew that. Still, he stayed just a foot or so away from him and those twelve inches of empty air were nowhere near enough. Heat radiated off his body and his loose-limbed, powerful prowl should have sent her running. He was hunting her like the wolf he was.
    “What could I possibly have to ask you? Other than to leave ?”
    “I could do that,” he acknowledged. “I would, too, if I thought that was really what you were wantin’, shug .”
    “You don’t know what I want.”
    He smiled, slow and sure. “I do. Remember? I got the nose of a wolf and you—you’re excited. You like this game we’re playin’. You come on over here and I’ll show you.”
    “I—” He paused when she spoke, propping a hip against her desk and folding his arms over his chest. The pang of disappointment that shot through her was bad, bad news. God. Did she want to be caught? He played with her and she wanted to tease him right back and then climb him like a tree. Oh, yeah. “This has to be a dream,” she argued.
    A dream made perfect sense. There was no impossible blue moon, no stubborn, naked, sexy-as-hell Cajun shape shifter treating her like his own personal toy. God knows what her subconscious was trying to tell, but it was okay. She’d figure it out. He moved fast then, faster than she’d thought possible. His arms wrapped around her, trapping her against the table even as she turned and whirled. Too late.
    So good.
    “Not a dream, shug .” His rough laugh filled her ear, his cock pressed hard against her ass as he pinned her in place. “Although, me? I wouldn’t mind dreamin’ about you.”
     
     
     
    He gently flipped his mate around and stretched her out over the desk. Hell, he was a gentleman. He even took the extra ten seconds to scootch her stacks of paperwork out of harm’s way. He was betting she’d be in an extra pissy mood if those files ended up on the floor. He could be reasonable.
    His shug wanted him, even if she refused to give him the words. That was okay. He’d been iron hard since he’d caught the scene of her feminine cream. Fuck, yeah, but today was a good day. Despite the fight he’d come too close to losing in the bayou and despite his looming problems with the skin hunters, he was good. Downright jubilant, if he was trotting out the big words. Fate had handed him the perfect mate and right now he wanted to see her. Taste her some. He was a starving man facing down an all-you-can-eat buffet on the Vegas strip,
    She stared up at him, all big eyes as he laid her out and got ready to feast. Her eyes had small gold flecks. He wasn’t so desperate yet that he couldn’t take the time to slow down and notice the small things about her. He was no poet and she deserved someone to make her a song about how she looked, with that shadow of surprise and…neediness in her pretty brown eyes. Oui .
    Gently, he peeled back the lab coat she clutched around herself. The stiff white cotton screamed new and still smelled like the plastic bag in which it had shipped. Someone, however, had embroidered her name in curlicues above an orange cat face. Cute, although maybe she needed to be replacing the patch with a wolf.
    Her hands fell to his wrists, cautiously accepting, and he promised himself that he’d take it nice and slow. He didn’t need to rush because—and fierce joy exploded inside him—they had forever and that meant he had all night, all day to get to know her. He slid his own hands up, tangling his scarred fingers with her capable ones. She wore no rings and the back of her hands were sun-browned, her nails cut short and unpolished. The soft, sweet rush of her breath gusted over his face as he unwrapped his present, sliding the lab