Blayne Edwards by Caine Page A

sat rigidly in the driver’s seat of the Hummer, his hands on the wheel and his thoughts running rampant through his mind.
    Her smell was driving him insane again.
    “How long has he been sick?” she asked, her words only barely breaking through to his mind.
    Caine didn’t look at her as he answered. “It started a couple of hours ago,” he explained absently, his concentration on the situation distracting him.
    She was still fertile and he could still possibly sire young with her if he was to mount her again. But Caine had seen the way she had almost limped to the car. The woman was already battered from his first attempts at mating with her. Had he been his brother, it wouldn’t have fazed him one bit to fuck her again before the night was over. And had he been a bastard he would have grinned in pride at the sight of her limping from what he inflicted on her.
    But Caine had always been able to muster a little more false modesty in human form than he could while he was a wolf.
    He gritted his teeth and told himself that he could handle it. And that Luke’s needs and the needs of the pack could wait until she became fertile again the next month. The pack had other needs for the moment that had to be taken care of. Lee was ill and needed attention and so Caine had had no choice but to ask for her help.
    But preventing Luke’s mounting her was going to be a real bitch.
    “Dr. Evans, I really appreciate your helping me like this,” Caine offered quietly. “The nearest vet is over forty miles away and…”
    “It’s alright,” she nodded. “I’m glad to help.”
    She was. Caine knew that and many other things about this woman already.
    Unfortunately, Luke knew Caine had already mounted her. He knew it was his turn. And although Caine was well aware of the fact that allowing Luke access to the woman was something he didn’t want to do, he also very distinctly remembered telling his twin that he could mount the bitch as soon as he had. But that had been before he’d made love to her.
    “What is he doing?”
    Caine heard her words through a fog of canine testosterone and human male desire. Neither seemed very easily placated with any thought or rationale he could come up with for the moment. Caine breathed hard and felt his head spin at her scent. He shook it off and tried to concentrate on the dark road in front of him.
    “He can’t sleep,” he started. “He’s whining and doesn’t seem to be coherent when we talk to him.”
    And he can’t seem to transform back into a human for some reason.
    Not being able to fully explain the entire situation to the female next to him was getting to be a habit, Caine noticed.
    “Sometimes dogs choose to ignore their masters,” she offered quietly. Caine quickly shook his head.
    “I’m not his master, Doctor…”
    “My name is Chloe.”
    Caine felt his pulse skip at the way she had said her own name. And at the way she seemed to be inviting him to say it. The very thought of growling her name and then having her say his when he pushed himself inside her again made his dick even harder than it had been when he’d fucked her.
    She was quiet after she corrected him. Caine could hear her breathing in the passenger seat. And his nose found another, more subtle scent wafting from her that hadn’t been there when he had lain with her.
    Baby powder.
    She’d showered. After they’d made love. Caine simultaneously smiled and felt anger at the realization. He’d pulled off acting exactly like his brother when he’d left so abruptly and she was no doubt upset at the very least by his unfeeling exit from her company. This made Caine’s task of keeping Chloe and Luke apart much easier, even though he knew that Luke would just as soon fuck her while she was kicking and screaming than he would with her willing.
    But it also meant that she’d tried to wash away the evidence of what she and Caine had shared together. She’d disliked his scent on her, even though she hadn’t