Go Fetch ! by Shelly Laurenston

keycard to get into her room, easing the door open and sliding quietly in. She figured she still had a good hour before Conall snapped out of it, but no use stomping around and waking the man up before then. She quietly dropped her backpack to the floor and looked through the adjoining door. They’d pulled the heavy hotel curtains closed the night before so it was dark in Conall’s room. She crept in, trying to make out the bed. As she got closer and her eyes became accustomed to the gloom…
    Oh, shit.
    “Looking for me?”
    Miki squealed and spun around to see the outline of Conall’s body standing behind her. She could barely see him in the dark, but she could see those glinting eyes reflecting the light from her room. “Uh… Conall . Um… before we jump to any conclusions…”
    He stepped toward her and she backed away. “You mean the conclusion that you drugged me and then ran out?”
    “Yeah. That conclusion.” Okay. No reason to panic. Conall wouldn’t hurt her. Would he? No. Not Conall . Of course, he did look seriously pissed.
    “Do you realize that you could have killed me? You don’t know how our bodies work. You don’t know what you are doing.”
    “I knew enough to make a good judgment call.” Of course, Conall had woken up way before he should have. So how good a judgment call could it have been?
    He was still coming toward her and she was still backing away. Now that her eyes had become accustomed to the dark, she could see exactly how pissed he was. And he was really pissed. He looked just like the marauding Viking she’d been accusing him of being.
    “You’re making ‘judgment calls’ about my life?”
    Okay. That was a good point. She put on her soothing voice. “You know, Conall …”
    “Don’t try and placate me, Miki. Just don’t.” His voice was calm, which was making her much more nervous than if he were yelling at her. Miki felt the back of her legs hit the bed. Conall was blocking her way to the door, so she went up on the bed and over it. She stood on one side, he on the other.
    Since soothing and placating didn’t seem to be working, she decided to just be herself. “You started this shit. I told you to stay out of my life and you thought you could handle it. Guess you were wrong.”
    “You are such a little bitch.”
    “Oh, that’s a news flash!” His eyes narrowed and she realized that they just weren’t glinting from the light. His eyes had shifted. He was so pissed that his eyes looked just like a wolf’s. Probably not a good thing.
    “You keep moving away from me, Mik . Why is that?”
    “Cause I’m not an idiot.”
    “Really?” She figured he’d come across the bed for her. But instead, he grabbed the headboard with his left hand and with one good yank, tossed the entire bed across the room. The fact that the frame had been bolted to the wall and floor was not lost on her.
    Holy shit…
    Conall walked toward her, closing the space between them. She backed away until she found herself up against the wall. He moved in front of her, placing his arms on either side of her body, his palms resting flat against the wall. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared up at him.
    “What?
What
!”
    “You just took this to a whole new level.”
    “And what’s
that
supposed to mean?”
    “That the gloves are off.”
    “Oh, I’m quaking.”
    His wolf eyes swept up and down her body once. But in that one gaze, it was like he’d ripped off all her clothes. To her surprise, it wasn’t really an unpleasant feeling. “You will be.”
    “Bring it on, Viking. I do so love a challenge.”
    He smiled and it took all her strength not to run for her life. His incisors had extended. He had wolf eyes and fangs. So not a good thing.
    “You really think you can handle me, baby?”
    No
. But she wasn’t about to tell him that. “Already I’m bored.”
    With a snarl, he grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up against the wall. Then his mouth was on