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his head, fast. The streak of possessiveness that had gripped him right off was getting more pronounced the longer he was around her. The more he allowed himself to think about claiming her, the harder it was to consider that he might end up having to let her go. He couldn't afford to put off the research and focus on the rogues first, he realized. He had to know about Shilo first or he was going to be a raving lunatic before this was over with. Once he knew, for absolute certain, whether or not he could go after her, then he could focus on the rogue problem and get that out of the way so that he could concentrate on nailing Shilo.
That comment about being past her prime breeding years bothered him. He'd guessed she must be in her late twenties or early thirties. The comment seemed to confirm it—because the early and mid-twenties were the prime. It wasn't that he was deeply concerned about breeding her. He'd be perfectly satisfied with one or two. It was her attitude about it that worried him and whether or not she was game to the idea of the one or two. He supposed he could give up on the idea of breeding his own little Dantes, but he sure as hell didn't want to if he didn't have to.
He slid a possessive glance over her at the thought, feeling a welling of satisfaction at the image that rose in his mind of her belly swollen with his child.
She smiled at him tentatively, a question in her eyes, and he grinned at her wolfishly. She didn't have a fucking clue of what he had in mind for her, and that suited him for the moment. She wouldn't know what hit her.
She might think she had no interest in discovering what fucking a lycan was like, but once he was done with her....
He dragged in a harsh breath as he parked the SUV at last, surreptitiously adjusting his aching erection. There was no fucking point in trying to will the damned thing down, he thought irritably. It wasn't going to stay down—certainly not as long as he was within scenting distance of her. On the other hand, he couldn't help but notice it made her distinctly uneasy and distrustful of his motives.
Climbing out of the vehicle, he went around to her door and helped her out, keeping a possessive hand on the small of her back as he escorted her to the door. Julie answered it, smiling readily, although he noticed her nostrils quiver as she got a whiff of Shilo's scent. She sent him a questioning look.
He frowned. He'd called ahead to make the arrangements and explain everything. “This is Shilo. Shilo—Julie. She's den mother here."
Julie stepped back, allowing them to enter. Nearly half a dozen pups, from ten down, were romping friskily around the living room. Although the TV was blaring with cartoons, none of them were paying much attention to it. Shilo put on brakes.
That was a bad sign, he thought wryly, giving her an extra nudge with his hand to get her started again.
The children stopped what they were doing abruptly, gaped at Shilo like they'd never seen a human before, and then began to drift toward her. She tensed all over, sent him a look he had difficultly interpreting and sidled a little closer to him. He slid his hand from her waist to her shoulder, partly to comfort her and partly to make it clear to all of them that he considered her his property.
Something flickered in Julie's eyes. She nodded almost imperceptibly and favored Shilo with a wide smile. “We're so glad to have you here with us, Shilo. Don't mind the pups. They're just curious."
Maurice had entered the house behind them with Shilo's suitcase. Dante jerked his head slightly toward the stairs.
"Why don't you just have a seat in the living room while I show Maurice where to put your things? Unless you want to go on up now?"
Shilo divided a look between Dante and Julie he could only interpret as unadulterated fear. She looked pale enough to pass out. He'd intended to do no more than make the introductions and depart. Julie was good with people. He'd thought she and Shilo
That comment about being past her prime breeding years bothered him. He'd guessed she must be in her late twenties or early thirties. The comment seemed to confirm it—because the early and mid-twenties were the prime. It wasn't that he was deeply concerned about breeding her. He'd be perfectly satisfied with one or two. It was her attitude about it that worried him and whether or not she was game to the idea of the one or two. He supposed he could give up on the idea of breeding his own little Dantes, but he sure as hell didn't want to if he didn't have to.
He slid a possessive glance over her at the thought, feeling a welling of satisfaction at the image that rose in his mind of her belly swollen with his child.
She smiled at him tentatively, a question in her eyes, and he grinned at her wolfishly. She didn't have a fucking clue of what he had in mind for her, and that suited him for the moment. She wouldn't know what hit her.
She might think she had no interest in discovering what fucking a lycan was like, but once he was done with her....
He dragged in a harsh breath as he parked the SUV at last, surreptitiously adjusting his aching erection. There was no fucking point in trying to will the damned thing down, he thought irritably. It wasn't going to stay down—certainly not as long as he was within scenting distance of her. On the other hand, he couldn't help but notice it made her distinctly uneasy and distrustful of his motives.
Climbing out of the vehicle, he went around to her door and helped her out, keeping a possessive hand on the small of her back as he escorted her to the door. Julie answered it, smiling readily, although he noticed her nostrils quiver as she got a whiff of Shilo's scent. She sent him a questioning look.
He frowned. He'd called ahead to make the arrangements and explain everything. “This is Shilo. Shilo—Julie. She's den mother here."
Julie stepped back, allowing them to enter. Nearly half a dozen pups, from ten down, were romping friskily around the living room. Although the TV was blaring with cartoons, none of them were paying much attention to it. Shilo put on brakes.
That was a bad sign, he thought wryly, giving her an extra nudge with his hand to get her started again.
The children stopped what they were doing abruptly, gaped at Shilo like they'd never seen a human before, and then began to drift toward her. She tensed all over, sent him a look he had difficultly interpreting and sidled a little closer to him. He slid his hand from her waist to her shoulder, partly to comfort her and partly to make it clear to all of them that he considered her his property.
Something flickered in Julie's eyes. She nodded almost imperceptibly and favored Shilo with a wide smile. “We're so glad to have you here with us, Shilo. Don't mind the pups. They're just curious."
Maurice had entered the house behind them with Shilo's suitcase. Dante jerked his head slightly toward the stairs.
"Why don't you just have a seat in the living room while I show Maurice where to put your things? Unless you want to go on up now?"
Shilo divided a look between Dante and Julie he could only interpret as unadulterated fear. She looked pale enough to pass out. He'd intended to do no more than make the introductions and depart. Julie was good with people. He'd thought she and Shilo
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