Seduced By A Wolf by Zena Wynn

you she had to leave.”
    “Sean?”
    “Yeah.”
    One deep, dark eye focused on him. “Why are you here?”
    “Where else would I be?”
    Her gaze darted away. “About earlier,” she began in a soft, hesitant voice, “I’m sor—”
    Sean pressed a finger to her lips. “No. You don’t get to apologize for one of the best moments of my life.”
    “What?” she mumbled around his finger, and that one eye widened as her gaze shot back to his.
    He lightly traced her lips with his fingertip. “I’ve dreamt of making love with you for years. On this last mission, it was only the thought of you that kept me sane.”
    Von pulled away from his touch. “What are you saying?”
    Sean knew it was too soon to admit the truth, but he wouldn’t get a better opportunity and he was tired of hiding how he felt. “I’m saying that I love you.”
    Von shook her head.
    He nodded.
    “I...you...I love Derrick,” she protested weakly.
    He arched one eyebrow. “Do you?”
    “Yes!” Her voice was firmer this time.
    Sean leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her. Von responded instantly. He kept the kiss gently, careful not to hurt her while still managing to convey all the love and passion he felt for her. He tightened his hands, fisting the covers between clenched fingers to keep from touching her and giving more than she was mentally prepared to receive. Their tongues rubbed together the way he wanted their bodies to and Sean pushed closer, breaking away when a growl rose from his throat and his gums began to itch.
    In a low, gravelly voice, he said, “Get some rest. I’ll come in later with more ice.”
    He walked out the room, fighting his wolf the whole way. In the living room he sat on the couch, then shot to his feet when he caught the scent of Von and Derrick mingled together. Shit! Hooch may not have penetrated Von, but he’d loved her, touched her, on this very couch.
    He went over to the glass sliding door, parted the curtains and stood looking out. The light over the stove, the only light on out front, cast its dim glow onto the glass. He couldn’t see much out the window besides his reflection and a few lampposts illuminating a wooded path winding through the rear of the apartment complex. Then a ghost-like, Victorian figure in white joined his image in the glass.
    “What are you doing out of bed?” Sean spoke to her image instead of turning around.
    “You can’t make a statement like that and then walk off,” she announced.
    “Are you sure you want to talk about this now?”
    Her reflection plucked with the folds of her gown. “What happened on your last mission?” she asked instead.
    Sean withheld a sigh, somewhat disappointed that she was avoiding the issue now that it was out on the table. “We were captured. I lost over half my team. We barely made it out alive.”
    Von gasped.
    He turned to face her, noting she’d taken the time to secure her hair in a braid. “I promised myself if I made it out of there alive, I’d come and tell you face-to-face how I feel. See if we had a chance.”
    Her gaze dropped to the carpet. “What happened between us was a mistake.”
    Sean crossed over to her, stopping when they were toe-to-toe. “Only if you want it to be.”
    She lifted her head, her expression one of concern, for him. “I don’t want to hurt you, but my heart belongs to Derrick.”
    He cupped the uninjured side of her face and she leaned into the caress. “That’s what your mind says, but your body is saying something different.” Sean nodded, indicating her body posture, the way she unconsciously inclined toward him.
    Von jerked back self-consciously. “I didn’t mean...I don’t know why...” She shook her head.

Chapter Eight
    Hugging herself, Von walked into the kitchen, took down a cup from the cabinet and filled it with water. More for something to do than a desire for something to drink. Her body’s response to Sean confused her. She needed to distance herself