distinctive change.
And there was no time like the present. As the tub filled with hot water, the spicy scent of the bath oil she’d received from Wanda at Christmas filled the air. It was the total opposite of her usual fragrance. Deciding if she was going to do this, she might as well do it right, she rummaged through her drawers until she found the silky boxer and a chemise sleep set—a birthday gift this year from the nurses in the emergency room. Maybe her friends had been trying to tell her something.
The water was the perfec t temperature when she stepped in. The candles infused the air with a relaxing scent, blending perfectly with the bath oil. A glass of wine in her hand would have made the moment perfectly decadent, but she didn’t drink. Of course, there were other things she’d like to fill her hands with. The memory of McQuade’s arousal sent a shiver through her.
He had gi ven a face to the mystery lover she visualized while relieving her pent-up longings. As her fingers rubbed her aching clit, she thought about the feel of his mouth on her neck, her nipples growing painfully hard as her body imagined his mouth on other places. Hot pinpricks of awareness shot like fire-tipped arrows from her stomach downward, igniting a fever. Within seconds her legs were trembling. She used both hands to bring the much needed relief. As she climaxed, it was the remembered feel of McQuade’s teeth seeking into her flesh that sent her over the edge.
*****
McQuade sat in the alley, letting the motorcycle idle, and having an internal struggle with his wolf and his conscience. Just a week ago, he hadn’t thought about how alone he was. He’d been that way so long it had come to feel natural. He’d even told himself it was the way he preferred it.
He’d lost his parents years ago to a ro gue pack. Even though his alpha at the time had promised to find them and bring them to justice for the crime, McQuade had left his home pack and spent the next several years tracking down the wolves responsible. Thinking that taking their lives would bring him satisfaction, he’d taken grim pleasure in killing them. Sadly, their deaths hadn’t done anything to ease the sorrow in his soul nor had it brought his family back. He’d wondered for more years than he cared to remember in a feral mood, trying to come to terms with what his life had become.
When he ’d made it to the small town of Crater Moon, he’d been half-wild. The local alpha had been having almost the same problems with rouges and McQuade had stepped in to help. Afterwards, he’d convinced the man to form a security team. The alpha had taken his advice and put McQuade in charge. He’d recruited Briggs and two more single wolves who shared the daily patrols. He’d been accepted into a pack again and made to feel a part of something. A part of a family. Wolves could survive alone, but it was instinctual to be part of a pack, to protect the weak and helpless.
To mate.
He shouldn’t be here. He should be at another bar picking up a biker bunny to fuck and then send on her way.
He shouldn’t be watching Rose’s apartment window hoping to catch a glimpse of her tantalizing figure.
He shouldn’t be parking the bike and cutting the engine.
He shouldn’t be climbi ng the rickety stairs to her second story apartment.
And he certainly shouldn’t be knocking on her door.
When minutes passed with no answer, he raised his hand and rapped sharply again.
He was a second away from twisting the handle, breaking it off, and going inside to see where the hell she was, when he heard the lock click. When the door swung open, he knew exactly why he was here.
He needed one night. One night to burn this fire out of his veins. One night to taste and touch and conquer.
She’d obviously already taken a shower. Her face was free of makeup and her hair was still a little damp. No doubt the sound of her dryer had prevented her from hearing his first knock.
Damn if she
And there was no time like the present. As the tub filled with hot water, the spicy scent of the bath oil she’d received from Wanda at Christmas filled the air. It was the total opposite of her usual fragrance. Deciding if she was going to do this, she might as well do it right, she rummaged through her drawers until she found the silky boxer and a chemise sleep set—a birthday gift this year from the nurses in the emergency room. Maybe her friends had been trying to tell her something.
The water was the perfec t temperature when she stepped in. The candles infused the air with a relaxing scent, blending perfectly with the bath oil. A glass of wine in her hand would have made the moment perfectly decadent, but she didn’t drink. Of course, there were other things she’d like to fill her hands with. The memory of McQuade’s arousal sent a shiver through her.
He had gi ven a face to the mystery lover she visualized while relieving her pent-up longings. As her fingers rubbed her aching clit, she thought about the feel of his mouth on her neck, her nipples growing painfully hard as her body imagined his mouth on other places. Hot pinpricks of awareness shot like fire-tipped arrows from her stomach downward, igniting a fever. Within seconds her legs were trembling. She used both hands to bring the much needed relief. As she climaxed, it was the remembered feel of McQuade’s teeth seeking into her flesh that sent her over the edge.
*****
McQuade sat in the alley, letting the motorcycle idle, and having an internal struggle with his wolf and his conscience. Just a week ago, he hadn’t thought about how alone he was. He’d been that way so long it had come to feel natural. He’d even told himself it was the way he preferred it.
He’d lost his parents years ago to a ro gue pack. Even though his alpha at the time had promised to find them and bring them to justice for the crime, McQuade had left his home pack and spent the next several years tracking down the wolves responsible. Thinking that taking their lives would bring him satisfaction, he’d taken grim pleasure in killing them. Sadly, their deaths hadn’t done anything to ease the sorrow in his soul nor had it brought his family back. He’d wondered for more years than he cared to remember in a feral mood, trying to come to terms with what his life had become.
When he ’d made it to the small town of Crater Moon, he’d been half-wild. The local alpha had been having almost the same problems with rouges and McQuade had stepped in to help. Afterwards, he’d convinced the man to form a security team. The alpha had taken his advice and put McQuade in charge. He’d recruited Briggs and two more single wolves who shared the daily patrols. He’d been accepted into a pack again and made to feel a part of something. A part of a family. Wolves could survive alone, but it was instinctual to be part of a pack, to protect the weak and helpless.
To mate.
He shouldn’t be here. He should be at another bar picking up a biker bunny to fuck and then send on her way.
He shouldn’t be watching Rose’s apartment window hoping to catch a glimpse of her tantalizing figure.
He shouldn’t be parking the bike and cutting the engine.
He shouldn’t be climbi ng the rickety stairs to her second story apartment.
And he certainly shouldn’t be knocking on her door.
When minutes passed with no answer, he raised his hand and rapped sharply again.
He was a second away from twisting the handle, breaking it off, and going inside to see where the hell she was, when he heard the lock click. When the door swung open, he knew exactly why he was here.
He needed one night. One night to burn this fire out of his veins. One night to taste and touch and conquer.
She’d obviously already taken a shower. Her face was free of makeup and her hair was still a little damp. No doubt the sound of her dryer had prevented her from hearing his first knock.
Damn if she
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