The Wolf Within by Cynthia Eden Page A

mission all right, but after that, things would be far from over between them.

Chapter Six
    The bar was loud. Bursting with noise. Laughter. Music. The scent of alcohol and sex lingered in the air.
    So did the scent of blood.
    From the corner of her eye, Holly glanced over at Duncan. They’d followed the signal from Saul’s collar, but, honestly, she thought Duncan could have tracked the guy without it. His senses were seriously amped, and she was pretty sure that those enhanced senses could tell that—
    I’m still turned on
.
    Because she was. No wonder Pate had tried to keep her away from werewolf blood. It was heady. Saul…Saul’s blood had amped up her body. Given her a boost that made her feel incredibly strong.
    But Duncan’s blood? It had been like wine. Ecstasy. Her whole body had shuddered from the pleasure of tasting it.
    She looked at him now and still wanted.
    It was wrong on so many levels. She was on a mission. Her first, ever. This was her chance to show Pate that she could still be an asset, even as a vampire. That he didn’t have to keep hiding her in the lab with the karahydrelene-laced blood right by her side in case she had a meltdown.
    This was her shot, but she was about to blow it because she kept lusting over the werewolf to her left.
    “Can you control me?”
    The quiet question was the last thing she’d expected right then. Her head turned fully toward him. They were across the street from the bar, waiting beneath a broken street light. The darkness surrounded them, and, though she knew he could see perfectly in that darkness, Holly could only see the outline of his body and face.
    Vamps didn’t get the sensory kick that werewolves possessed. They got the enhanced strength and mind control bit instead.
    “Can you?” Duncan pressed.
    “I haven’t,” she said, hedging.
    A rough laugh. “That means you could, if you wanted.”
    Yes. Maybe. “I should confess something to you.” She’d sounded so confident with Pate because she’d
had
to sound that way. “I, uh, I’ve never tried to control anyone before.”
    A rather painful silence, then, “Run that by me again.” His eyes were shining, like a cat’s, in the dark.
    “I’ve only taken blood from you and Saul. The other blood—it came bagged or was given to me via an IV. There were no people there for me to try and control.” Her words tumbled over each other. “Theoretically, I should be able to do this. I mean, it’s something all vamps can do so—”
    He swore, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into the nearest alley. Then he pushed her back against the rough brick wall. “
Theoretically
? Holly, this isn’t some experiment. You go up to that werewolf and you
can’t
control him, then he’s gonna go right for your heart.”
    Or her head. Because one surefire way to kill a vamp? Take off the head.
    “I can do this, okay?” Her heart was racing in her chest. His hands had curled around her shoulders and his head—and that sexy mouth of his—waited just inches from hers.
    “Prove it.” His hold tightened on her. “You got my blood, and you got his. So if you can control me…”
    “Then I can control Saul.” But she shook her head. “I don’t want to do that to you.”
    He stared down at her.
    “You’ve been through enough lately, ok? It’s just been over thirty-six hours since your change. I know what it’s like to have your life ripped away.” Oh, talk about being able to relate. Now she could finally tell him. “And I’m so sorry this happened to you.” Holly pulled in a deep breath. “That’s why I’m not going to control to you, okay? You don’t need me ripping into your mind, too.”
    His hold tightened. He brought his head even closer to hers. “I want you in my mind.”
    “Duncan—”
    “If you can’t do it, then you aren’t going into that bar. I’ll call Pate. Tell him to come get you. Tell him the operation is off.”
    Then what would happen to her? She’d get shoved back in her