Wicked Werewolf Secret (The Werewolf Society) by Lisa Renee Jones Page A

damn sexy.
    “In fact,” he added softly, “until three weeks ago, I hadn’t stepped foot inside a casino for pleasure in years.”
    It was a declaration of his intent to have her. She knew it. She was, after all, a twenty-six year old wolf, three years past ‘The day of the Wolf’ when a female not only stopped aging for fifty years, but became fertile and able to mate if she found the right partner, during the right season. She, like all wolves of age, was sexual by nature and he called to her every primal instinct she owned.  
    Another dealer appeared by Sarah’s side. “You’re up.”
    “Break time for me,” Sarah explained to Kole, thankful for the excuse to escape. “Good luck.” And then she was gone, rushing out of the center ring of the table and into the casino, her destination the break room. She just hoped Kole was gone when she got back and then she had to come up with some plan to deal with him. She was going to forget every warning her parents had issued about the Guard.
    She wove through the clang of slot machines and was about to enter the private employee doorway behind one of the bars when she felt a strong hand on her arm. His hand. She knew it was Kole even before she was pulled around a corner and inside a retro phone booth with solid red walls, one of the only places in the casino without a camera. In an instant it seemed, the doors were sealed, and Kole’s powerful thighs enclosed hers, his big body framing her smaller one.  
    His fingers laced into her hair and freed the clip at her nape. The scent of him, wickedly male and dominant in a wild, sensual way, flooded her senses. She was hot, burning alive, and yet she was cold where he wasn’t touching, where she wanted him to be. “What are you doing, Kole?”  
    “I’ve wanted to know if you taste as good as I think you will for three weeks now, so unless you tell me not to, I’m going to find out.”  
      “I...” She intended to say ‘no’, but everything female screamed to say ‘yes’, and both the wolf and the woman, in her, cried out for him... “should.”
    His mouth came down on hers hot and fiercely passionate. His tongue pressed past her teeth, stroking against hers with delicious command she shouldn’t have welcomed. Yet she did. She moaned with the pleasure of it, the heat of his body branding her, the flex of his muscles beneath her palms driving her wild. The feel of his hand settling on her waist and sliding to her lower back to mold her closer was almost too much to bear. She met his demand with her own, her tongue tangling with his, the fog of desire like she’d never known clouding her mind.
    “When do you get off your shift?” he asked, pulling back to stare at her with a possessive glint in his eyes that had her squeezing her legs together with the depth of its impact.
    “It doesn’t matter,” she said, breathless, unable to stop the rasp in her voice. “We can’t... I-”
    He kissed her again, a deep, drugging kiss that made her knees weak, before he demanded, “Why can’t we?”
    “You’re Royal guard,” she whispered.
    “And that means what?”  
    Her chin lifted slightly. “You’re off limits.”
    “Says who?”
    “Says me.”  
    His hand went to the wall above her head, his body lifting from hers as he stared down at her. He was tall, a good foot and several inches above her five foot four height. “Why?”
    “I don’t need another reason.”
    His eyes narrowed, darkened. “You want me.”
    There was no sense denying it. He could smell her desire, and no doubt he’d tasted it on her lips. “We don’t get everything we want.”
    “Why not?”
    Why not? Right. Why not. “Life isn’t fair,” she countered.  
    “Either answer is not telling me the real reason you don’t want to meet me.”
    “I’m not some chew toy for the Royal Guard, Kole.”
    “In the past few weeks there are any number of things I’ve contemplated doing to you, and with you, and words like