their fur, he was so much larger, almost twice her size.
He looked down at her and smelled so strongly of love she was overwhelmed. She
couldn’t look away.
Announcing publicly that they were mated might possibly have
been the most foolish act of her life. She’d been so shocked by the words she’d
howled in an effort to protect them that she didn’t know how to react after the
words were out. Publicly growling such permanent words bound her to Jarvis for
life. Katrin knew if Jarvis didn’t want it, he would be able to run his way out
of the mating. Another pack wouldn’t have heard her howling that they were
mated. If Jarvis wished for his freedom, he would have it.
The way he looked at her right now, along with his rich,
incredibly enticing scent, didn’t make her think he planned on running anywhere
without her.
It had torn her heart out running from the one male she’d
felt more of a bond with than any other she’d ever known. Not only was he
incredibly sexy in his flesh and in his fur, he touched her and made her orgasm
stronger than she’d known she could. His protective, dominating and honorable
nature drew her to him, just as it had the night before when she’d sniffed him
out at Howley’s.
Could Jarvis make her as happy as her sire did her mother?
Was he the male she would run with the rest of her life? Hunt together? Fight
together? Make love and be happy just as her mama and sire had been their
entire life?
Thoughts of her sire and mama sobered her as so many
memories of them appeared in her mind. Jarvis immediately smelled the change in
her emotions and narrowed his gaze. He growled low in his throat.
It’s not what you think , she rumbled and stepped
forward to nuzzle into his coat.
Katrin forgot about her injured leg momentarily and
immediately went down in the hindquarters.
Damn it ! She snarled, hating her injury. Katrin had
believed jumping out the window her smartest move at the time. The human had
locked her in the room after telling her they knew she was half Malta werewolf.
Oh shit . Now Jarvis knew she was half Malta werewolf.
She looked up at him as he pressed his body against hers, allowing her to lean
on him. He definitely smelled of admiration and lust. Maybe she had imagined
his lust smelled strong enough to be something longer term. But he hadn’t
curled his nose in disgust or walked away.
They ran back to the McAllister den together. Jarvis paced
himself alongside Katrin. When they were in the backyard, Katrin noticed a pile
of clothes under a tree. The sweats Heather had offered her were folded next to
them. They did stink of human and Katrin hesitated.
Jarvis didn’t. The change swept over him with impressive
speed. He was a product of living in the mountains, just as she was, and having
to move with swiftness just to stay alive. She also enjoyed the view as she
stared up at his growing human form. When he stretched, muscles in his back and
his ass twitched and flexed. There were a fair amount of scars on his body, but
it was to be expected of a male his age.
“Stay right where you are. Don’t leave,” Jarvis ordered the
second he had his jeans snapped.
He wagged a finger at her and she made a show of snapping at
it. Jarvis laughed and ran into the den with his shirt in his hand. When he
returned just minutes later, his shirt was still twisted around his torso. He
held out clothes he’d grabbed from her backpack.
“These might smell better,” he said.
God, he was so damn sexy. His blond, tousled curls fell past
his ears. She loved how he smiled, how he smelled, that incredibly drool-worthy
body.
Katrin continued staring at him as she let the change take
over. Slowly the sounds around her muted. The clarity disappeared as her eyes
became human. Her senses dulled. But she barely noticed. As her spine changed
shape and the bones and muscles in her body shifted from that of werewolf to
human woman, her attention remained on Jarvis.
Then the pain set
He looked down at her and smelled so strongly of love she was overwhelmed. She
couldn’t look away.
Announcing publicly that they were mated might possibly have
been the most foolish act of her life. She’d been so shocked by the words she’d
howled in an effort to protect them that she didn’t know how to react after the
words were out. Publicly growling such permanent words bound her to Jarvis for
life. Katrin knew if Jarvis didn’t want it, he would be able to run his way out
of the mating. Another pack wouldn’t have heard her howling that they were
mated. If Jarvis wished for his freedom, he would have it.
The way he looked at her right now, along with his rich,
incredibly enticing scent, didn’t make her think he planned on running anywhere
without her.
It had torn her heart out running from the one male she’d
felt more of a bond with than any other she’d ever known. Not only was he
incredibly sexy in his flesh and in his fur, he touched her and made her orgasm
stronger than she’d known she could. His protective, dominating and honorable
nature drew her to him, just as it had the night before when she’d sniffed him
out at Howley’s.
Could Jarvis make her as happy as her sire did her mother?
Was he the male she would run with the rest of her life? Hunt together? Fight
together? Make love and be happy just as her mama and sire had been their
entire life?
Thoughts of her sire and mama sobered her as so many
memories of them appeared in her mind. Jarvis immediately smelled the change in
her emotions and narrowed his gaze. He growled low in his throat.
It’s not what you think , she rumbled and stepped
forward to nuzzle into his coat.
Katrin forgot about her injured leg momentarily and
immediately went down in the hindquarters.
Damn it ! She snarled, hating her injury. Katrin had
believed jumping out the window her smartest move at the time. The human had
locked her in the room after telling her they knew she was half Malta werewolf.
Oh shit . Now Jarvis knew she was half Malta werewolf.
She looked up at him as he pressed his body against hers, allowing her to lean
on him. He definitely smelled of admiration and lust. Maybe she had imagined
his lust smelled strong enough to be something longer term. But he hadn’t
curled his nose in disgust or walked away.
They ran back to the McAllister den together. Jarvis paced
himself alongside Katrin. When they were in the backyard, Katrin noticed a pile
of clothes under a tree. The sweats Heather had offered her were folded next to
them. They did stink of human and Katrin hesitated.
Jarvis didn’t. The change swept over him with impressive
speed. He was a product of living in the mountains, just as she was, and having
to move with swiftness just to stay alive. She also enjoyed the view as she
stared up at his growing human form. When he stretched, muscles in his back and
his ass twitched and flexed. There were a fair amount of scars on his body, but
it was to be expected of a male his age.
“Stay right where you are. Don’t leave,” Jarvis ordered the
second he had his jeans snapped.
He wagged a finger at her and she made a show of snapping at
it. Jarvis laughed and ran into the den with his shirt in his hand. When he
returned just minutes later, his shirt was still twisted around his torso. He
held out clothes he’d grabbed from her backpack.
“These might smell better,” he said.
God, he was so damn sexy. His blond, tousled curls fell past
his ears. She loved how he smiled, how he smelled, that incredibly drool-worthy
body.
Katrin continued staring at him as she let the change take
over. Slowly the sounds around her muted. The clarity disappeared as her eyes
became human. Her senses dulled. But she barely noticed. As her spine changed
shape and the bones and muscles in her body shifted from that of werewolf to
human woman, her attention remained on Jarvis.
Then the pain set
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