Page 39 of Falling for the Werewolf
Dani’s eyes narrowed. “How did you know that’s what I was going to do?”
Jace clenched his jaw, but said nothing as she answered her own question.
Inwardly, Dani cursed Tiny. Cursed herself for trusting him.
She shot to her feet, her hand unconsciously resting below her navel in a protective gesture. “What else did Tiny tell you?”
Jace’s gaze was unwavering.
A look of horror passed over her face. Jaceknew.That’swhy he was here.
She took in huge gulps of air, trying to stem the nausea roiling through her stomach.
Jace took a step toward her, concern etched across his face, but she stepped back, holding her hand up to keep him away. Fury began to replace the horror with each step backward. As quick as lightning, Dani turned and sprinted toward the house, with Jace behind her.
“Uh-oh,” Bess muttered as she observed the scene through the window, but Amos took her hand. “Stay out of this, Bess,” he said gently but firmly.
Dani flung open the screen door, stomping through the kitchen.
“Dani!” Jace followed right after.
“Stay away from me,” she warned, her voice low, almost a feral growl as she stormed right past Bess and Amos and headed for her room.
“Jace Stevens, I hope you know what you’re doing,” Bess said.
Jace turned glowing eyes their way.
“Bess, I think now is a good time to check out that new ice cream parlor you’ve been talking about,” Amos said.
“But—”
“But nothing. She’s his mate. They need to work this out.” Amos tugged gently, leaving Jace to follow Dani up the stairs.
“Running away from me again?” Jace asked, filling the bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame.
Dani ignored him.
He barely had time to duck before a heavy book flew toward his head. She was reaching for something else when he crossed the room in two great strides and held her arms.
“Let me go,” she demanded.
“No.”
Dani struggled against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. In desperation, she started kicking at his shins with her bare feet. Jace growled and picked her up before sitting down on the bed and pulling her across his knee. Lifting the hem of her sundress, he revealed her tiny silk panties.
“I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.”
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed, wriggling to get away, but he held her in place.
One hand came down heavily on her backside with a resounding crack, followed immediately by her howl of rage.
“Thatwas for running away from me,” he said, running his hand over her left cheek to ease some of the sting. He then raised his hand again and spanked her other side, eliciting another howl. “Andthatwas for not telling me about my baby.”
His large hand caressed her backside. She hated the fact that she liked it, wanted more.
“Are you done?” she seethed through clenched teeth, no longer trying to get away.
“Not even close,” he said, a huskiness to his voice that hadn’t been there a minute before.
