pack members, hated the necessity, but the laws were very clear when it came to rogues. Whether by his fangs or another’s, a death sentence was a certainty.
Declan dropped the dead wolf, its head colliding with the blood-soaked carpet with a heavy thump. The weight of Brenna’s stare sat on his shoulders and he knew her anger would blister him the moment she figured out how to shift back to human.
Since he didn’t imagine the wolf would be ready to give up her claim any time soon, he figured he had at least an hour, maybe two, of blessed quiet. If there was anything he’d learned about the woman over the years, it was that she always had something to say. Especially when she was angry.
Staring at her now, her blond fur covered in blood and gore while she tried to kill him with her eyes, he discovered something else.
She was sexy as hell when she was pissed.
And as soon as she got back to two legs, he’d tell her.
Then, with luck, he’d show her.
Chapter Five
Four hours and three showers later, Brenna was sure she still smelled like wolf’s blood and wet dog. Gross.
Even worse, Ballard’s taste remained on her tongue.
And the wolf part of her liked it. Like, really liked it and wondered when it’d have another chance to come out and play.
Brenna’s answer? No. Not ever. Fuck it all. Maybe in heaven because it sure as hell ain’t on Earth.
The wolf was not pleased.
Well, she wasn’t pleased with waking up covered in Ballard, fuck you very much.
The wolf part of her sensed Declan’s approach before her human half. Her skin bulged and stretched in her arms, the same happening to her legs, and her animal whined to be set free.
Fuck. That.
Declan’s scent surrounded her, teasing her with his flavors, and she fought against the urge to rub against him like a cat. She was a wolf for God’s sake!
Instead, she remained frozen in place, hands clutching the counter in an effort to remain upright. She distracted herself by tracing the variations in the granite with her gaze. He’d dragged her to his home the moment a clean-up crew arrived and now she was enveloped by his things, his house, his very being. She gripped the edge tighter. She was weak when it came to him and she knew it. The moment she showed any hint of relenting to his sensual assault, he’d pounce.
She wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. She was still coming to terms with being a wolf and nearly killing someone and liking it.
But then he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck, more of his aromas sinking into her pores. Her beast whined, begging to let him take her, mate her.
The urge had grown since her shift, the desires that’d heated after the werewolf bite now overwhelming in their intensity. Her entire body vibrated with the need for him.
“Declan,” she whined, not caring that she sounded like a little kid.
“Hmm?” He licked her neck and then retraced his path with his teeth. He paused to scrape his fangs over her shoulder and her inner-animal begged her to ask for his bite.
“We should…” Another nibble. “Oh, God. We should…”
They should find a bed.
“Do you know nothing turns on a wolf more than seeing their mate battle for them? I wanted to take you the moment he breathed his last. I wanted to mount you amidst his blood and show his soul that nothing he did could ever tear me from you. That you were strong enough to take him down.”
Those words seemed to stroke her clit and pinch the little nub before they thrust deep into her core. “You shouldn’t do… that…”
She couldn’t even get out a full sentence. She wanted to deny his words. She hadn’t been turned on by blood and death and yet… she had. When the adrenaline waned, her beast was proud they’d fought for their mate. They were even more pleased when he’d killed for them.
“I should. We’re alive. We’re safe. We’re mates.” He captured her flesh between his teeth, biting until a pleasure-tinged bit of pain
Declan dropped the dead wolf, its head colliding with the blood-soaked carpet with a heavy thump. The weight of Brenna’s stare sat on his shoulders and he knew her anger would blister him the moment she figured out how to shift back to human.
Since he didn’t imagine the wolf would be ready to give up her claim any time soon, he figured he had at least an hour, maybe two, of blessed quiet. If there was anything he’d learned about the woman over the years, it was that she always had something to say. Especially when she was angry.
Staring at her now, her blond fur covered in blood and gore while she tried to kill him with her eyes, he discovered something else.
She was sexy as hell when she was pissed.
And as soon as she got back to two legs, he’d tell her.
Then, with luck, he’d show her.
Chapter Five
Four hours and three showers later, Brenna was sure she still smelled like wolf’s blood and wet dog. Gross.
Even worse, Ballard’s taste remained on her tongue.
And the wolf part of her liked it. Like, really liked it and wondered when it’d have another chance to come out and play.
Brenna’s answer? No. Not ever. Fuck it all. Maybe in heaven because it sure as hell ain’t on Earth.
The wolf was not pleased.
Well, she wasn’t pleased with waking up covered in Ballard, fuck you very much.
The wolf part of her sensed Declan’s approach before her human half. Her skin bulged and stretched in her arms, the same happening to her legs, and her animal whined to be set free.
Fuck. That.
Declan’s scent surrounded her, teasing her with his flavors, and she fought against the urge to rub against him like a cat. She was a wolf for God’s sake!
Instead, she remained frozen in place, hands clutching the counter in an effort to remain upright. She distracted herself by tracing the variations in the granite with her gaze. He’d dragged her to his home the moment a clean-up crew arrived and now she was enveloped by his things, his house, his very being. She gripped the edge tighter. She was weak when it came to him and she knew it. The moment she showed any hint of relenting to his sensual assault, he’d pounce.
She wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. She was still coming to terms with being a wolf and nearly killing someone and liking it.
But then he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck, more of his aromas sinking into her pores. Her beast whined, begging to let him take her, mate her.
The urge had grown since her shift, the desires that’d heated after the werewolf bite now overwhelming in their intensity. Her entire body vibrated with the need for him.
“Declan,” she whined, not caring that she sounded like a little kid.
“Hmm?” He licked her neck and then retraced his path with his teeth. He paused to scrape his fangs over her shoulder and her inner-animal begged her to ask for his bite.
“We should…” Another nibble. “Oh, God. We should…”
They should find a bed.
“Do you know nothing turns on a wolf more than seeing their mate battle for them? I wanted to take you the moment he breathed his last. I wanted to mount you amidst his blood and show his soul that nothing he did could ever tear me from you. That you were strong enough to take him down.”
Those words seemed to stroke her clit and pinch the little nub before they thrust deep into her core. “You shouldn’t do… that…”
She couldn’t even get out a full sentence. She wanted to deny his words. She hadn’t been turned on by blood and death and yet… she had. When the adrenaline waned, her beast was proud they’d fought for their mate. They were even more pleased when he’d killed for them.
“I should. We’re alive. We’re safe. We’re mates.” He captured her flesh between his teeth, biting until a pleasure-tinged bit of pain
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