Page 48 of Wolf's Redemption

Ulrik blocked them out, his focus on Rebekah. He needed to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling. If things had changed between them.

He stepped into her space, crowding her, and took her hands in his so she could not retreat. She stared up at him, her lips parted and her breath held.

“What if I am?”

Rebekah stared into Ulrik’s eyes. Dark shadows swirled in their depths and a strong musky scent enveloped her. He could shift from human to wolf?

Holy fuck!

He’d officially blown her mind. And intrigued her, and if she was completely honest with herself, turned her on.

His nostrils flared. Her cheeks heated. Good lord. If anything she’d read in shifter romances had an ounce of truth, then he’d know everything she was feeling through her scent.

She patted his arm. “Keep it under control, big guy. We’re not alone in the forest anymore. Now’s not the time.”

She’d thought she’d spoken for his ears alone, but as they turned to the others, the smirks on their faces said differently.

Erin pointed to her ear. “Excellent hearing. And perfect eyesight. And a really, really good sense of smell.”

Rebekah wrinkled up her nose. “Got it. Thanks.”

Erin chuckled. “You’re welcome. Is that a British accent I detect?”

“Yes. I’m from London. You?”

“Sydney, but I was working in France when the amulet zapped me into the tenth century.”

“If France is Frankia and London is Lundenburg…” Lord Gaharet crossed his arms over his chest and regarded his wife. “Where is this Sidnee you speak of? And does this have any bearing on why your accent is so different to Rebekah’s?”

Erin looked a little sheepish. “Yeah, about that. At the time, it was easier to let you think I was from Bretaigne rather than explain I was from a country that has yet to be discovered.” She patted his arm. “I promise, I’ll tell you all about it later. Right now”—she jerked her chin in Ulrik’s direction—“we have more important things to think about.” Erin slid her arm through Bek’s. “Come on, Rebekah. Let’s go inside and leave these men to talk. We can compare stories about how we both got here.”

“Sure.”

Her gaze slid to Ulrik. They were going to talk. Soon. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, the lack of her tongue ring unfamiliar.Maybe more than talk.

Erin turned to the other woman. “Kathryn?”

Kathryn shook her head, said something in French as Aimon helped her onto a horse, then mounted up. Werewolves, both of them. One white and one red. Would Ulrik’s wolf be a sandy-blond like his hair? And Lord Gaharet a black wolf? Would Ulrik show her, shift into his wolf for her? What about Erin? Was she a wolf, too? No, she couldn’t be. She’d come from the future.

“I hope they stay safe.” Erin waved Kathryn and Aimon off. “It’s a concern with the comte the way he is, and them not being hidden away like us.”

“The comte? Is that the count guy at Langeais Keep? I can’t believe he went allBravehearton you and wanted to sleep with you on your wedding night. I can’t believe that’s really a thing.”

“What? Is that what Ulrik told you?”

Had he told her that? Bek thought back to their conversation. No. Not really. But he hadn’t refuted her assumption either.

“Because it’s not,” said Erin. “Really a thing, that is. Take it from me—as an archeologist—Braveheartwould have to be one of the more historically inaccurate movies of all time. Scottish kilts weren’t in vogue at the time William Wallace walked the earth. Andjus primae noctis, the right of the first night thatyou’re talking about, was a trope used to make England’s kings look more evil and dastardly.”

“Oh.” Erin must think her dumb, believing everything in a movie.An archeologist. Shit. Bek hadn’t finished high school. Going to college had never been an option. “Then what is it he wanted?”

Erin looped her arm through hers. “Come on. Let me catch you up on what’s been happening. If you’re going to be in this world, and Ulrik’s world, you really need to know.”

“Oh, I’m not staying, and Ulrik and I aren’t…well, we’re just…” She glanced over her shoulder at Ulrik, deep in conversation with Lord Gaharet. “Okay.” She kept her voice low, hoping Ulrik wouldn’t hear her. “Ulrik wants in my knickers. He’s made that pretty clear. With the chemistry between us, sex with Ulrik promises to be off the charts hot. I figure, I’m stuck here for a bit so…” She shrugged. “I might as well have some fun. But that’s all it’ll be. For both of us. And then I’ll go home.”

The amusement in Erin’s eyes as she led her into the hut was a little disconcerting, but Bek brushed it off. Sex and sex only. She’d already had one Spider. No way was she going to fall for another.

Chapter Twenty-Three

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