Claimed by the Pack by Anne Marsh

Author:Anne Marsh [Marsh, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Paranormal, Werewolves & Shifters
Amazon: B00FW7JMIM
Barnesnoble: B00FW7JMIM
Publisher: Anne Marsh
Published: 2013-10-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“I’m going back to town.” Riley took stock of her options while she wiggled out of Dag’s hold. He was sex on a stick, but she couldn’t lie around in bed with him if her girls were in any kind of danger. She’d just have to table that anticipation and arousal. She had a feeling Dag would give her a rain check.

If she could get away from him.

“Not by yourself,” he said calmly, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the headboard. He didn’t seem worried he no longer had her tied up. Or that she’d put a whole foot of empty space between them.

“Right,” she agreed. “Because you’re stopping me. I already got that memo.”

“Boo,” he drawled, “I’m not stoppin’ you. I’m goin’ with you. There’s fifteen good feet between you and the door and we both know you’re not as fast as me.”

“Because you’re part wolf and I’m not.” This, she thought, was almost fun. He didn’t know all the secrets she’d been keeping and, while she’d hoped to keep this one from him, now was clearly the time to play her hand.

“Sure, boo.” He gave her a small smile that tugged on something in her chest. “So come on back here and we’ll finish out discussion. I won’ make sayin’ please hard.”

“I’m going to buy you a dictionary.” She swung her legs over the bed and stood up. Bonus points for her that her legs held, because there was denying her physical response to this man. He made her weak-kneed, no getting around it. “A discuss involves two people, Dag. It also requires some back-and-forth, and all I’m hearing are pronouncements. That doesn’t count.”

She hauled the T-shirt over her head. Her next step would go quicker if she was naked.

He sucked in a hard breath. “You’re not playin’ fair.”

She wasn’t, but he had no idea. “There’s something you should know about me.”

“I’m listenin’.” Tension radiated from his body, despite his relaxed posed.

“One, I don’t take orders.”

“But you like to count.” He actually grinned. “I’ll remember that.”

“Two,” she said, ignoring him. “You’re right. You’re faster when you’re a wolf and I’m not. So—” she flashed him her own grin—“I’m leveling the playing field.”

He’d had his warning.

She shifted.

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Holy. Christ.

One minute, he was ogling Riley Jones because she had the most perfect pair of breasts he’d ever seen, deciding where he’d kiss her first, and the next minute…

He was watching a small white fox dash across the room and nose open the door. He should have got up and flipped the latch. The thought crossed his mind, but the rest of him stood there stunned. Riley Jones was a shifter.

Her fox was petite, like the woman, prancing away from him on delicate legs and the prettiest, softest puff of white fur. He wanted to run his fingers through her pelt and find out if it was every bit as soft as it looked. The white fox had round sides, short ears, and a pair of liquid, dark eyes that did things to him.

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