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looked. He wouldn t be countered, any fool could see that. But his predatory
look, a look that told her he would fight for what was his, turned her on more
than she ever thought possible. Right there, in front of everyone, she felt
her pussy moisten, need filling her to please and satisfy this werewolf who
sat staring at her.
Maybe if I go talk to them&
You aren t going anywhere near that pack.
Hold still, Miranda scolded. I m almost done.
The older woman gave him a motherly swat, his visage softening briefly for
her while he straightened, allowing her to properly fasten the bandage.
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If I talk to them, she paused when he shot his gaze at her, fierce and
threatening. She drew in a breath. Rick, I am the youngest of three in a den
that Grandmother raised. Her ways aren t right. I don t condone them. But if I
show her that I am happy, that I want to be here&
Everyone turned their attention to her. She hadn t voiced her feelings about
their pack yet. A slow smile spread across Rocky s face while she looked from
Rick to her. Marty rocked up onto his toes, although his gaze was fixed on the
floor and she couldn t see his expression. A wave of satisfaction floated
around all of them. This was what they all wanted to hear. She had just told
them, in not so many words, that she would be their new queen bitch.
Of course, she had to fight for that title.
The phone rang while the coffee maker began sputtering to life behind her.
She handed the phone to Rick, and then turned to the fragrant aroma that would
be her life thread throughout the day.
Yes. Rick didn t sound like he wanted to talk to anyone who might be
calling. What are you doing over there?
Miranda muttered something about being done. Standing, Rick gestured for
Marty to follow him and walked into the other room.
You ve chosen a wonderful werewolf. Miranda gave her a hug before turning
to gather her herbs and bandages.
I know. She returned the affectionate hug but her thoughts were on Rick.
He d walked out of the room. And she couldn t help wonder who was on the
phone.
Like hell, you are bringing that werewolf over here. Rick exploded, his
voice booming throughout the house. Samantha, don t push me or I will
restrict you as well.
Wandering into the living room, where Rick paced, looking like a wild animal
that would pounce without warning, she paused. The aggression that swarmed
around Marty and Rick was enough to make anyone hesitate before approaching
them.
Like hell he wants to help. Woman, he is using you.
She didn t like his tone. No matter how fierce he looked, she wouldn t fear
him. Never would she let him see her cower in his presence. She had seen him
kill, knew his aggression wouldn t be contained. But she was strong too. And
if she were to be queen bitch, all of the women in this pack would be her
concern. Samantha had approached him about something, and if she officially
held the title, this would be something she would handle.
What does she want? Rick paused when she questioned him, as if just
realizing she stood there.
His gaze floated over her, obviously still listening to some argument on the
other end of the line. Although still angry, she noticed he couldn t look at
her without being affected.Well, good. Damned good. She wouldn t use his
desire for her. But she would make him see that she would share all matters of
the pack with him.
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Okay. Come over. But one wrong move and he will die. Rick pushed the button
on the phone, killing the line.
Thick eyelashes hooded his brooding gaze. He stared at her, chilled heat
rushing through her when he approached.
My moon princess needs a nap. He brushed his fingers over her cheek,
resting his palm against her neck.
A hand strong enough to break bones, yet he touched her so gently at the
moment, almost as if he viewed her fragile enough to break. And if she were
more rested, she would love showing him just how not-fragile she was.
Something wasn t right here. She glanced from Marty to Rick, both of their
expressions masked.
May I speak with you alone for a minute? She would get to the bottom of
this.
You only wish to be alone with me for a minute? He followed her into his
den, whispering over her shoulder.
His words floated around her, almost making her dizzy with a craving to touch
him. She turned when they were alone, watching him shut the door behind him.
Those milk chocolate eyes still harbored anger, but lust swarmed through his
gaze as well. She could reach out, touch him anywhere. He would allow it,
encourage it. Knowing that made it terribly hard to concentrate.
Her pussy swelled, the pressure beginning deep inside her, filling her the
longer she simply stared at him. Heat flushed through her, the urge to run her
fingernails over his bare shoulders, just above his bandage, consuming her.
What did you want to talk to me about? He moved closer, just a step, but
close enough to comb his fingers through her damp hair.
What did Samantha want?
He towered over her, his bare chest covered only by the fresh white bandages.
Rippling muscles along with his all-male scent made her dizzy. Or maybe it was
exhaustion. She wasn t sure. Maybe it was both.
She is coming over with a friend of hers. He stroked her hair, kindling the
fire inside her.
Oh. Okay. She didn t understand why he sounded so calm about it now, when
seconds ago he d been so furious on the phone. Why were you upset?
Rick sighed. Pulling her into his arms, pressing her against his injured
chest, he rested his chin on her head. At the same time, there was a knock on
the front door.
Chapter Twenty-Two
He wanted to order her upstairs, force her out of sight so thatlunewulf
couldn t see her. Samantha had repeated to him on the phone what the werewolf
had told him yesterday. Johann sought out a new pack, wanted to help. Yeah,
right. And he was born yesterday. Any werewolf who showed no interest when
told Elsa was to be his mate needed to have his head examined.
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