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Authors: Marie Harte
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the spinal cord to sever it the first time.
After lathering her hair with a lavender soap that made her feel at home, she cleaned thoroughly and left no patch of skin untouched. As she washed, her breasts felt heavy, her nipples sensitive. And there, between her legs. She throbbed.
The scent of the male filled her mind, and though she’d shifted back into her human form, her beast quivered at the thought of the strong Circ downstairs.
Ali toweled off and dressed in a loose pair of flannel pajama pants and a shirt, foregoing underclothes. Normally she’d wear a bra at least, but a part of her needed to flaunt her assets before the male, to seek his approval.
The foreign thought stopped her in her tracks. “Seek his approval?”
Angry at her beast for growing soft, she decided to leave him alone until morning. Better for her that he died tonight from his wounds, none of which she’d inflicted. Except she’d heard him call for Gray . Not just a color but a person, apparently. She needed to know if his friend would be joining them anytime soon.
Annoyed, she stomped to the rug covering the floor panel hiding the stairs and tugged on a loop. The rug and panel rose, and she walked down into the shadows and darkness. A few lanterns gave enough light to see into the tunnel that led to the sole room underground. From the room, an escape tunnel had been dug that led up a few hundred yards from the cabin. It too was hidden by a bookcase on the wall. Her last refuge should the bastards find her place.
“Gray?” The low drawl made her shiver. “Ross? That you?” He coughed and groaned, and she heard the rattle of his breath. An infection, most likely.
Her beast yearned to heal him. To taste him again and learn why this particular male smelled so right.
“I’m Alison Ross.” Ali left the corridor and entered the room, bathed in the low glow of the lantern on a nearby table. “Who the hell are you?”
“Sebastian Decker.” He coughed again, no longer a beast but human. The dryness in the air probably irritated his throat. Despite what most people thought when they saw snowcapped mountains, the Cascade Range and Bend weren’t wet. High desert lay to the east. If Ali didn’t drink enough, her feet cracked and her lips chapped something awful.
A glance at Sebastian’s lips showed him hydrated or new to the area. She bet on new.
The breadth of him shocked her. So muscular, even in his man’s form. He had dark brown hair, as rich as the earth in the mountains. Calluses on his hands warned her he wasn’t soft, even if she hadn’t noticed all the muscle on his frame. He had a nice mouth with full lips that would crook when he smiled. Handsome, boy-next-door good-looking, and physically fit. God, was he.
She met his gaze again and flushed. He’d noticed her study and seemed to approve. The bastard lay manacled on a bed, bound by his wrists and ankles. Yet he made her uncomfortable, and she didn’t know why.
Clear blue eyes widened as he stared at her, and it took him some time to look away from her eyes, which never looked human, whether woman or beast. But now his regard shifted to her chest and stayed there.
He licked his lips. “You’re Ross. I was told you were a male. Big mistake, that.”
She couldn’t stop herself from noticing the visible bulge between his legs. He wore different clothes from the standard Circ khaki the rogues normally arrived in. Stretchy material made specifically for men who shifted into larger beings.
Sebastian wore dark, ripped pants with cargo pockets that had been filled with ammunition she’d gladly helped herself to in addition to his pistol. A newer model than the one she had, it looked impressive, and she couldn’t wait to try it out.
After I try him out . Her beast purred in her breast, and Sebastian heard it.
He dragged his gaze from her stiff nipples and looked her in the face once more. “You’re different.”
“So are you.”
“I’m not
After lathering her hair with a lavender soap that made her feel at home, she cleaned thoroughly and left no patch of skin untouched. As she washed, her breasts felt heavy, her nipples sensitive. And there, between her legs. She throbbed.
The scent of the male filled her mind, and though she’d shifted back into her human form, her beast quivered at the thought of the strong Circ downstairs.
Ali toweled off and dressed in a loose pair of flannel pajama pants and a shirt, foregoing underclothes. Normally she’d wear a bra at least, but a part of her needed to flaunt her assets before the male, to seek his approval.
The foreign thought stopped her in her tracks. “Seek his approval?”
Angry at her beast for growing soft, she decided to leave him alone until morning. Better for her that he died tonight from his wounds, none of which she’d inflicted. Except she’d heard him call for Gray . Not just a color but a person, apparently. She needed to know if his friend would be joining them anytime soon.
Annoyed, she stomped to the rug covering the floor panel hiding the stairs and tugged on a loop. The rug and panel rose, and she walked down into the shadows and darkness. A few lanterns gave enough light to see into the tunnel that led to the sole room underground. From the room, an escape tunnel had been dug that led up a few hundred yards from the cabin. It too was hidden by a bookcase on the wall. Her last refuge should the bastards find her place.
“Gray?” The low drawl made her shiver. “Ross? That you?” He coughed and groaned, and she heard the rattle of his breath. An infection, most likely.
Her beast yearned to heal him. To taste him again and learn why this particular male smelled so right.
“I’m Alison Ross.” Ali left the corridor and entered the room, bathed in the low glow of the lantern on a nearby table. “Who the hell are you?”
“Sebastian Decker.” He coughed again, no longer a beast but human. The dryness in the air probably irritated his throat. Despite what most people thought when they saw snowcapped mountains, the Cascade Range and Bend weren’t wet. High desert lay to the east. If Ali didn’t drink enough, her feet cracked and her lips chapped something awful.
A glance at Sebastian’s lips showed him hydrated or new to the area. She bet on new.
The breadth of him shocked her. So muscular, even in his man’s form. He had dark brown hair, as rich as the earth in the mountains. Calluses on his hands warned her he wasn’t soft, even if she hadn’t noticed all the muscle on his frame. He had a nice mouth with full lips that would crook when he smiled. Handsome, boy-next-door good-looking, and physically fit. God, was he.
She met his gaze again and flushed. He’d noticed her study and seemed to approve. The bastard lay manacled on a bed, bound by his wrists and ankles. Yet he made her uncomfortable, and she didn’t know why.
Clear blue eyes widened as he stared at her, and it took him some time to look away from her eyes, which never looked human, whether woman or beast. But now his regard shifted to her chest and stayed there.
He licked his lips. “You’re Ross. I was told you were a male. Big mistake, that.”
She couldn’t stop herself from noticing the visible bulge between his legs. He wore different clothes from the standard Circ khaki the rogues normally arrived in. Stretchy material made specifically for men who shifted into larger beings.
Sebastian wore dark, ripped pants with cargo pockets that had been filled with ammunition she’d gladly helped herself to in addition to his pistol. A newer model than the one she had, it looked impressive, and she couldn’t wait to try it out.
After I try him out . Her beast purred in her breast, and Sebastian heard it.
He dragged his gaze from her stiff nipples and looked her in the face once more. “You’re different.”
“So are you.”
“I’m not
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