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face. She was forced to step back as Eric advanced towards her, until she was trapped between the cool wall and Eric’s hot body.
His chest fell and rose with his rapid breaths, his hard features seemed to be carved out of granite. “What the hell was that?”
She shrugged her shoulders, unconcerned. “Nothing, we were just talking.”
“ Talking ? Talking about what?” he asked, his voice turning stone cold serious.
Cool and calm, Rebecca crossed her arms over the swell of her breasts, “None of your business.” She instantly felt on edge by his questioning. Why should she tell him anything? She hadn’t done anything wrong. “You’re the one that introduced me to him; it stands to reason that we would talk to one another.”
“Listen and listen carefully, Rebecca. I don’t care what you do in your personal time, but when you are in my house you will behave as though you actually possess some doctrine. I can’t have you distracting my workers with your provocative appearance.”
Letting out a gasp of outrage, Rebecca shoved past him. “Provocative! There is nothing provocative about my appearance. Damon came on to me not the other way around.”
“He came on to you? How ?” Eric’s wolf leapt toward the surface at her words, giving Eric barely enough time to face away from her to hide his partial shifting features and glowing eyes. His wolf was enraged that another male had dared approach her and for some reason, Eric didn’t like the idea much either.
“Just tell me something, Eric.” She continued, her voice was soft; but strung tightly. “What is so provocative about my appearance?”
Taking a calming breathe he was able to shove his resistant wolf back down within his soul. Turning to face her, he pointed at the rumpled and dirty blue t-shirt and jeans, thankful that his hand was normal and not covered in fur and claws. “This outfit is…inappropriate.”
Planting her hands on her hips, Rebecca looked down at her food smeared and wrinkle ridden clothes. “How so?”
Her question caught Eric off guard. He hadn’t expected her to inquire beyond his response. Her clothes weren’t really inappropriate. They were sinful. Her t-shirt, though it was just a plain, high collar t-shirt, it cupped and molded against her full breasts and the soft curve of her stomach. His eyes traveled down to her faded blue jeans. They were made for her, hugging and cupping the meaty curve of her buttocks and strong thighs.
More than anything he wanted to peal her figure hugging pants down and sink his teeth into her meaty flesh. She was becoming too much of a temptation for him. But still he fought against his baser instincts.
Unsure how to deal with his willful human, he lied, “You look like a street walker, if you weren’t dressed like this; you wouldn’t have to worry about Damon coming on to you. Remember to dress more appropriately from now on and we won’t have to worry about you attracting unwanted attention from my workers.”
His wolf practically wagged his tail at the sight of fire leaping into her eyes; he had become very fond of her temper. It had become his greatest ally in fighting this new born attraction to her that he couldn’t fandom, and was the only thing that kept him from reaching out and taking her as he wished to.
“ A street walker ?” advancing on him, Rebecca now had Eric backing up, startled. “ Let me tell you something, Eric; I will not apologize for how I look and if it bothers you so much I’d be happy to scratch your eyes out!” she raged, her finger jabbing into his chest warningly.
During watching her rage at him, something shifted inside him. Some strange invisible force seemed to make being this close to her unbearable. As if he’d go mad if he didn’t touch her. The scent of her anger rose from her pores mixed with her personal alluring scent. Eric suddenly couldn’t get enough.
Before either of them knew what was happening, Eric’s hands gripped around
His chest fell and rose with his rapid breaths, his hard features seemed to be carved out of granite. “What the hell was that?”
She shrugged her shoulders, unconcerned. “Nothing, we were just talking.”
“ Talking ? Talking about what?” he asked, his voice turning stone cold serious.
Cool and calm, Rebecca crossed her arms over the swell of her breasts, “None of your business.” She instantly felt on edge by his questioning. Why should she tell him anything? She hadn’t done anything wrong. “You’re the one that introduced me to him; it stands to reason that we would talk to one another.”
“Listen and listen carefully, Rebecca. I don’t care what you do in your personal time, but when you are in my house you will behave as though you actually possess some doctrine. I can’t have you distracting my workers with your provocative appearance.”
Letting out a gasp of outrage, Rebecca shoved past him. “Provocative! There is nothing provocative about my appearance. Damon came on to me not the other way around.”
“He came on to you? How ?” Eric’s wolf leapt toward the surface at her words, giving Eric barely enough time to face away from her to hide his partial shifting features and glowing eyes. His wolf was enraged that another male had dared approach her and for some reason, Eric didn’t like the idea much either.
“Just tell me something, Eric.” She continued, her voice was soft; but strung tightly. “What is so provocative about my appearance?”
Taking a calming breathe he was able to shove his resistant wolf back down within his soul. Turning to face her, he pointed at the rumpled and dirty blue t-shirt and jeans, thankful that his hand was normal and not covered in fur and claws. “This outfit is…inappropriate.”
Planting her hands on her hips, Rebecca looked down at her food smeared and wrinkle ridden clothes. “How so?”
Her question caught Eric off guard. He hadn’t expected her to inquire beyond his response. Her clothes weren’t really inappropriate. They were sinful. Her t-shirt, though it was just a plain, high collar t-shirt, it cupped and molded against her full breasts and the soft curve of her stomach. His eyes traveled down to her faded blue jeans. They were made for her, hugging and cupping the meaty curve of her buttocks and strong thighs.
More than anything he wanted to peal her figure hugging pants down and sink his teeth into her meaty flesh. She was becoming too much of a temptation for him. But still he fought against his baser instincts.
Unsure how to deal with his willful human, he lied, “You look like a street walker, if you weren’t dressed like this; you wouldn’t have to worry about Damon coming on to you. Remember to dress more appropriately from now on and we won’t have to worry about you attracting unwanted attention from my workers.”
His wolf practically wagged his tail at the sight of fire leaping into her eyes; he had become very fond of her temper. It had become his greatest ally in fighting this new born attraction to her that he couldn’t fandom, and was the only thing that kept him from reaching out and taking her as he wished to.
“ A street walker ?” advancing on him, Rebecca now had Eric backing up, startled. “ Let me tell you something, Eric; I will not apologize for how I look and if it bothers you so much I’d be happy to scratch your eyes out!” she raged, her finger jabbing into his chest warningly.
During watching her rage at him, something shifted inside him. Some strange invisible force seemed to make being this close to her unbearable. As if he’d go mad if he didn’t touch her. The scent of her anger rose from her pores mixed with her personal alluring scent. Eric suddenly couldn’t get enough.
Before either of them knew what was happening, Eric’s hands gripped around
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