heart throbbed just as eagerly, anxious to do what it took to make her his.
He glanced at the doorknob. “It doesn’t lock.”
53
Lorie O’Clare
“There’s never been a need. My littermates knock before entering, although I doubt they would tonight,” she said, a smile in her tone. Her scent was a mixture of amusement and lust. “But there is a way. Please, allow me.”
She was up to something. Her emotions smelled stronger and mischief made her cheeks flushed.
“What are you going to do?” He loved being able to smell her so easily.
She tugged on his shirt, pulling him toward her and taking a step backward toward her bed, her eyes never leaving his. He about drowned in those sensual dark orbs. A large scraping sound behind him about made his heart explode. He jumped, turning quickly while his teeth grew instinctively, almost pricking his lip.
He growled at the sound, ready to fight and kill to protect Erin. No one would touch or hurt what was his.
At the same time that he smelled the gift on her, the dresser slid along the wall and stopped in front of the door. The way the thing scratched over the wooden floor, he guessed it was fairly heavy. No one would be interrupting them that easily. His cock throbbed to life at the private sanctuary—albeit in enemy territory—that she’d created for them.
And at the same time, the intensity of the protective instinct the moving dresser had brought to life inside him brought him pause. His feelings for this hot little female were stronger than anything he’d experienced before. He fought a grin, staring at the dresser.
Damn, he liked the heat she created in him, her spontaneity that kept him guessing and her willingness to go to an extreme to be alone with him.
Nonetheless he turned around slowly, greeting her eager expression with what he prayed was a hard, serious look. He clamped down on any emotions that would make him appear anything other than completely in charge of the situation.
Damn. She wanted his approval, some sign that he appreciated her actions. He shook his head slowly. It would be mighty hard to stay mad at her for long when she looked at him like that. Letting her know how she affected him wouldn’t be to his advantage. He’d be a whipped werewolf, panting and wagging his tail anxiously every time she graced him with her attention.
“What did I tell you about using the gift?”
Her smile disappeared. “Fine. I’ll put it back.”
He grabbed the side of her head, wrapping his fingers into her thick black hair, and pulled her head back. She didn’t fight him but arched her neck, closing her eyes while letting out a sigh. The smell of his need for her filled the room so fast it drowned out all of her personal scents. It wouldn’t surprise him a damned bit if anyone approaching the den smelled it before getting inside. Like he cared about that at the moment.
“What you’ll do is tell me next time before you make things move.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t disapprove of your having the gift.”
54
Far From Innocent
Her eyelashes fluttered over her eyes. “I know.”
“I don’t like not being informed.” He kept his hand tangled in her hair and stroked her cheek. “You will always tell me. Do you understand?”
Her smile had a mischievous glint to it. “So the dresser stays put?”
If she had any clue how that look made his heart pound and his insides turn to fire, he was in deep shit. “No wonder your littermates keep you under lock and key. You are nothing but trouble, little bitch.”
“I’m in trouble?” Her amusement smelled as sweet as her lust. “Are you going to spank me?”
Picturing her ass red with his handprint on it about made his cock explode. “Not with your clothes on,” he growled.
She took a step backward and her hair pulled forward, still tangled in his hand and falling slowly from his fingers like black silk. She didn’t take her eyes off his as she reached for her shirt and then slowly pulled
He glanced at the doorknob. “It doesn’t lock.”
53
Lorie O’Clare
“There’s never been a need. My littermates knock before entering, although I doubt they would tonight,” she said, a smile in her tone. Her scent was a mixture of amusement and lust. “But there is a way. Please, allow me.”
She was up to something. Her emotions smelled stronger and mischief made her cheeks flushed.
“What are you going to do?” He loved being able to smell her so easily.
She tugged on his shirt, pulling him toward her and taking a step backward toward her bed, her eyes never leaving his. He about drowned in those sensual dark orbs. A large scraping sound behind him about made his heart explode. He jumped, turning quickly while his teeth grew instinctively, almost pricking his lip.
He growled at the sound, ready to fight and kill to protect Erin. No one would touch or hurt what was his.
At the same time that he smelled the gift on her, the dresser slid along the wall and stopped in front of the door. The way the thing scratched over the wooden floor, he guessed it was fairly heavy. No one would be interrupting them that easily. His cock throbbed to life at the private sanctuary—albeit in enemy territory—that she’d created for them.
And at the same time, the intensity of the protective instinct the moving dresser had brought to life inside him brought him pause. His feelings for this hot little female were stronger than anything he’d experienced before. He fought a grin, staring at the dresser.
Damn, he liked the heat she created in him, her spontaneity that kept him guessing and her willingness to go to an extreme to be alone with him.
Nonetheless he turned around slowly, greeting her eager expression with what he prayed was a hard, serious look. He clamped down on any emotions that would make him appear anything other than completely in charge of the situation.
Damn. She wanted his approval, some sign that he appreciated her actions. He shook his head slowly. It would be mighty hard to stay mad at her for long when she looked at him like that. Letting her know how she affected him wouldn’t be to his advantage. He’d be a whipped werewolf, panting and wagging his tail anxiously every time she graced him with her attention.
“What did I tell you about using the gift?”
Her smile disappeared. “Fine. I’ll put it back.”
He grabbed the side of her head, wrapping his fingers into her thick black hair, and pulled her head back. She didn’t fight him but arched her neck, closing her eyes while letting out a sigh. The smell of his need for her filled the room so fast it drowned out all of her personal scents. It wouldn’t surprise him a damned bit if anyone approaching the den smelled it before getting inside. Like he cared about that at the moment.
“What you’ll do is tell me next time before you make things move.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t disapprove of your having the gift.”
54
Far From Innocent
Her eyelashes fluttered over her eyes. “I know.”
“I don’t like not being informed.” He kept his hand tangled in her hair and stroked her cheek. “You will always tell me. Do you understand?”
Her smile had a mischievous glint to it. “So the dresser stays put?”
If she had any clue how that look made his heart pound and his insides turn to fire, he was in deep shit. “No wonder your littermates keep you under lock and key. You are nothing but trouble, little bitch.”
“I’m in trouble?” Her amusement smelled as sweet as her lust. “Are you going to spank me?”
Picturing her ass red with his handprint on it about made his cock explode. “Not with your clothes on,” he growled.
She took a step backward and her hair pulled forward, still tangled in his hand and falling slowly from his fingers like black silk. She didn’t take her eyes off his as she reached for her shirt and then slowly pulled
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