Mated to a Cajun Werewolf (SW 4) by Selena Blake

Author:Selena Blake [Blake, Selena]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, Fiction
ISBN: 9781466192041
Publisher: Ecila Media Corp
Published: 2009-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

The steady sound of tires eating up the pavement filled her ears. Juliette propped one eye open, then the other. Darkness embraced them, the rain gone. How long had she been sleeping? Sitting up, she tried to get a hold on her bearings. The scent of food made her stomach growl. The big man at her side chuckled and then dropped a bag into her lap.

Inside she found three hamburgers.

“Aren't you having any?” Her throat was raw, dry.

“I had three already.” That made her smile. Some things never changed. Like his appetite.

She sobered. Or the way he took care of her. She snuck a covert glance at her mate as she unwrapped the first burger. She devoured it, then another, taking a long gulp of cola in between. “Where are we?”

“Nearing the Florida/Alabama border,” he said just as they passed a sign for a rest stop. “Let's stop and stretch our legs, shall we?”

“Sure.”

“Don't sound so thrilled, petite. You'll be rid of me, if only for a few minutes.” There'd been a time when she hadn't wanted to be separated from him for an instant. She could have gladly given up food and water if only she could have stayed locked in his embrace. But right now she was entirely unsure where they stood. Everything had changed. Everything was a jumbled mess.

He pulled into a parking space and cut off the engine just as she finished the last hamburger. One of the things she liked most about being with André was that she didn't have to hide her appetite. Being a werewolf meant consuming tons of calories. Her metabolism worked overtime and she was always hungry. Eating the chocolate helped. She glanced around for her stash.

“Did you bring another pair of shoes?” he asked, staring at her bare feet and the ruined stilettos.

He didn't have to remind her how her shoes had been ruined. Just staring into his dark eyes brought the memories flooding back and an excruciating headache right along with them. She winced and massaged her temples. Did he have to be so damn caring? It just made her want to crawl into his lap and forget this day had ever happened. He was so in control. She envied that. But then, he was Alpha material. A leader through and through.

Closing her eyes, she fought for control. Just when she thought her defenses against André were in place, he did something to chip away at the wall. Without hesitation, he'd buried her brother's body. Her brother who'd murdered her family...every last one of them. Who'd stabbed André in the back. She was now truly the last Vassar.

Fighting off tears, she nodded. “Yes. They're in my bag.”

He got out and slammed the door. Salty, warm air filled the space he'd left.

After a few seconds of rifling through her bags, he opened her door and a pair of black, ballet flats dangled from his fingers.

“Will these do?”

“Perfectly.”

“Give me your foot.”

“I don't think that's a good id—”

“Just do it, Juliette.”

She swiveled in her seat, doing her best to keep her skirt pulled down and her legs together.

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