Page 58 of Howling
At five foot nine, I’m not small. Yet standing next to him, I feel dainty by comparison, the giant topping out at six and a half feet, if not more. I could take him in a fight—Gramps trained metoo well for me to doubt my abilities—but when I glance up at his forbidding expression, I freeze.
Instead of Garth, I’m facing his beast, his blue eyes nearly electric as the creature stares back at me. My brain automatically categorizes him as a wolf, but my senses warn that he is something more primal, something that survived when dinosaurs roamed the land. Cunning gleams in his eyes—that of a predator waiting to pounce.
Maybe I should be frightened, but my wolf is fucking prancing around in excitement, wanting to run so that he will give chase. We don’t have a pack, we have never been out on a run with others, and the yearning is nearly overwhelming.
Keeping my wolf hidden was the only way to protect her. It’s not like I’ve had much of a choice. It was either follow the rules or die. She never protested, never showed me how much she was struggling. The priority was survival.
Staring into his eyes, I realize that our situation has changed.
The rules no longer apply.
Sure, we are still in danger, but that’s never going to change.
For the first time in my life, my wolf wants what has been denied her. She wants a chance to run with a pack, she wants to feel like she belongs, even if for a moment.
How can I deny her that?
Especially when our tomorrow is not guaranteed.
As if reading my acceptance, a sexy grin slowly takes over his face. He went from a dangerous beast to a sexy one, his rugged beauty shutting off all logical thoughts. He would be the type of man able to handle anything I throw at him, and my core heats at the thought of all the things I want to do to him.
Knowing he won’t shy away from my aggression—he would meet me touch for touch—a blush heats my cheeks as dirty images of him flash in my head. If I were a proper girl, I would be embarrassed, but all I am is incredibly horny.
I want that fantasy so badly, my skin aches at the slightest brush of air. If he makes one wrong move, even breathes too heavily, I fear I’ll pounce. His nostrils flare, his eyes dilate, and his mouth parts to reveal sharp fangs.
As a growl rumbles in his chest, he leans forward, hunching down until I’m surrounded. The rest of the world vanishes under his attention. “Keep looking at me that way, and I will bend you over the hood of your car, strip you bare, and taste every inch of your pussy.” He licks his lips, slightly panting, and I rub my thighs together to try and appease the ache.
Ummm…yes, please.
I bite my lip to keep the plea from escaping. The lack of friction where I need it most leaves me even more unsatisfied, and I huff in frustration when my wolf demands that we take what he’s offering. She doesn’t see anything wrong with demanding he fulfill his husky promise. She doesn’t care that we will have an audience. In fact, she paws the ground, the image of them surrounding us even more of a temptation.
A tiny sliver of sanity wedges its way into my mind, and I’m more than a little cranky when I glare up at the asshole, hating that he could get me worked up so easily with just a few words. Sure, I’ve been forced to make do with a few rushed minutes in a shower, but nothing compares to a good, hard fuck. Unfortunately, I fear my reaction has nothing to do with my lack of sex life and everything to do with the man himself.
I am so fucked…and not in a good way.
“Garth—”
“I love when you say my name,” he murmurs, crowding closer until I’m pressed up against the car. His hand comes to land on the roof, his voice dropping to a low growl as he practically buries his face into my neck and inhales deeply. “I can’t wait to hear you scream it when I make you come.”
I shiver at his closeness, the desire so sharp, it’s painful. My skin aches for his touch, my pussy weeping with the need to feel him thrust hard and deep. I close my eyes to resist temptation, but damn if the wild scent of thunderstorms and fresh cedar doesn’t invade my lungs with every breath. I barely stop myself from leaning forward and nipping at his full bottom lip in a demand that he pleasure me.
I can’t remember why it was such a bad idea anymore.
It’s the clinking of chains that has rational thoughts returning. A furrow appears between my brows, my sanity slowly returning, but it’s a struggle. When I think I have enough restraint that I won’t jump him, I open my eyes and quickly duck under his arm, knowing better than to touch him.
Once a few feet separate us, I inhale deeply to clear the lust that has infected me like a virus. I wish I could accuse him of casting a spell on me, but shifters are naturally sexual creatures. Though some claim it’s because of our animal side, that’s just an excuse for people to do what they want….or that’s what I always thought.
Now, I’m not so sure.
Being around the guys has shattered my narrow view of reality. I was focused solely on my survival. Now, I want more. Just breathing their scents has lowered my inhibitions, and I don’t know how to counter their effect. While part of me wants to give in to the desire, now isn’t the time.
I release a heavy sigh and rub my brow. “You?—”
“We are not going anywhere,” Dante says, cutting me off, an implacable expression on his face. “We’ll work this case as a team. The only way to stay safe is if we stay together.”
He spouts the nonsense like his word is law, and the others all nod in agreement, even the infuriating Orion.
What the fuck is up with people stalking me?!
