Racing the Moon by Michele Hauf

Author:Michele Hauf
Language: vie
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2008-08-15T17:00:00+00:00

Five

Sunday stared at the power line coiled on the ground before the garage. Sparks had ceased, but she was all too aware it could prove deadly. The world stood in darkness, save the pale flashlight beam that glanced across the floor from under the truck where it had rolled.

She contemplated fishing for her shirt with a long stick, but it was muddy. She wasn't cold, and the fine mist that hissed out from the rain curtain felt like faery kisses against her breasts.

It would feel much better to have Dean's mouth at them again. His strong arms embracing her, moving her to positions that pleased him. Drawing from her kisses the energy he gave back to her threefold.

A wild animal proved mysterious, graceful, bewitching to behold. Dean was electric, spellbinding. Feral. She'd never imagined what it might be like to make out with a wolf. In her lifetime she'd had one demon lover; the rest had been mortals. Scared witless mortals after the climax part.

She didn't think a demon would scare Dean. But dealing with the brimstone bastards after they'd bridged here was no day at the park. And when she did climax, she then usually shifted to feline shape—without volition.

This was why she didn't do boyfriends.

Yet why should she be cursed to not enjoy sex?

"Gotta get that bridging thing under control," she muttered.

In familiar years, she was yet young, at an actual mortal twenty-five years. Most familiars didn't master bridging until their second lifetime—yes, they had nine.

It wasn't as if she had opportunity to practice. Surely if she and a partner took things slow, allowing her to focus and get a handle on the ineffable force that opened her to demons, she might achieve control.

"I'm destined to die a lonely old kitty cat. At least in this lifetime."

Sighing, she perked her ears to listen. Back by the truck, Dean paced again. She could feel his urgency, the agonizing restraint of his desire, float through the air on a tangible wave of sensual musk.

Closing her eyes, she willed the rain to stop, to release him from the anxiety, and her from the awful dilemma she didn't want to face.

Was she scared of ending up with a fully shifted werewolf? Yes. A lot. She didn't want to get tossed around like a stuffed animal and likely mauled. Scribble that one under least preferable ways to die.

"I could give it a try." The voice sounded softly at her side.

Dean stood just behind her. The heat of his presence tickled down Sunday's spine, leaving an indelible tattoo in its wake. Yes, mark me. Make me yours as no other has.

"I could make a run for town. It's the wolf that doesn't do rain. But in this were-form, I can."

Were was the man. Wolf meant the animal that walked on four legs. And werewolf? Man and wolf combined.

"And what would you do in town? Molest some innocent woman?"

"I don't harm humans, Sunday."

"I didn't mean to imply you would. Sorry." But hearing him say it eased a wonder she hadn't known she had.

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