Desert Wolf by Heather Long

Author:Heather Long [Long, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781517315795
Amazon: 1517315794
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2015-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Seduction wasn’t the goal of the ride. Helping the Omega escape and stretch her legs had been his primary mission. If he were lucky, maybe he could spend a little time getting to know her away from the wolves arriving in Summit. Across his territory, the wolves were on the move. The countdown to the Reaping thumped with every beat of their hearts. Juan Garcia had vanished. Johnny Blaze had been tasked with finding him, and Cassius gave him enough rope to hang himself by choosing his own assist—he’d taken Laurel with him.

Laurel Jacobs’ loyalty wasn’t in question, yet all Cassius could provide her with was a tacit warning to watch her back, a fact she had to know. Trask, himself, left earlier in the day to head to Horseshoe. Claire was on her way and would be in Summit by the end of the weekend.

Her arrival meant the next stage of his plan could kick into gear. He’d share blood with Sovvan and, if they didn’t kill each other, he’d use her to track the worst parts of his pack—find them and eliminate them. Then she’d held onto him and laughed while they rode the bike, her simple joy a balm to his parched soul. More, she had tried to play with him, but he’d scented the difference in her from the moment he’d begun petting her.

The little wolf was fast and sly. She’d narrowly avoided his pursuit through the woods a half-dozen times, yet he didn’t think she realized he was pursuing her. What had begun as an academic exercise so he could understand her better, turned into something far more visceral. She’d run.

He’d chased.

Kissing her, he violated every ideal and plan he had. The smoothness of her lips beneath his beckoned him for more and, when he teased his tongue along the seam of her lips, she opened to him beautifully. Sovvan didn’t kiss passively. No, she gripped him and met him stroke for stroke.

His awareness of her had been a slow burn against his senses, a chemical chain reaction he’d been trying to ignore for the last four days. Kissing her, he had no idea why he fought against the very natural reaction. Her nipples brushed his chest and he slid an arm around her and pulled her to him. Skin on skin, electricity sizzled over his flesh and the wolf inside him clawed hard as he bit down her lower lip.

Blood welled scarlet against her soft brown skin and he lapped at it. The heat imploded and the world went white, then dark and a cascade of stars burst. Oxygen whooshed out of him and his grip on her tightened as she arched her head. The bare column of her throat offered a violent invitation. His wolf rubbed against the inside of his skin, desperate to mark her.

She was in their territory, vulnerable, and theirs for the taking. Leashing the beast, he fought to keep from going for her throat. In years past, he would have gladly taken what he wanted from a willing woman.

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