Page 26 of Feral Attraction
Chapter Ten
Conlay awake silently cursing Rey and his own stupidity.He had released his claws and his canines had lengthened.It was all he could do not to bite her.
Fuck.
He knew what that meant.Either he was on the verge of going feral, or Rey was his mate.And a human to boot.
At his age, he’d thought a mate was not in his cards.And he was good with it.Great with it.Con didn’t want one.Problem solved.He would not fuck Rey again.
Maybe it was like a bad cold.With rest, plenty of fluid such as brews or straight shots of whiskey, and time, he’d recover.
He must have fallen asleep after realizing the mess he was in, because the next thing he heard was a phone ringing.
The mattress bounced as Rey bounded out of bed, her naked butt on display when she raced out of the room.
Ah, the enthusiasm of youth.
When she walked back in, she had donned a robe, covering the luscious body he had banged until he was exhausted and then held through the night.The only evidence of their wild encounter was her hair.It was still disheveled, and the scratches on her neck said he’d gotten her with his damn teeth.Her expression revealed nothing.He might just as well have spent his time beating her at gin rummy.
Maybe she hadn’t felt the connection he had.
“Rise and shine, sleepy.Another body.”She gathered her clothes from the floor, spotting her bra across the room where she had thrown it.With the bundle in her arms, she marched out of his temporary bedroom.
Yeah.She definitely hadn’t been bowled over by his sexual prowess.Looks like he slipped the mating noose.
After completing his morning routine, he strolled into the kitchen where Rey leaned against the counter, coffee and bagel in hand.She had donned her sensible boots and a black pants suit.Very cop-like.They said, “New Day.Old me.”
“Where’s mine?”asked Con, trying to wring an emotion out of her.Even pissed off was okay.
She glared on schedule.“Really?You want maid service?The coffee’s in the pot.The bagels in the bread drawer.”
He nudged her aside to get a cup, kissing her cheek.“Good morning, love.”
“Humph.It’s midday.”She wiped off the peck as if last night was his imagination.
After pouring a coffee and deciding he could be equally distant, he asked, “Whaddya know about the body?”
“No ID.Same MO.That’s why we were called out.”
“Male?”He searched through the nearby drawers until he found a bagel.“Cream cheese?”
“On the counter.”She pointed.“Female.”
Spreading a pat on his bagel, he said, “Against pattern.”
