Charmed Wolf(3)

By: Lia Davis

Emerging from her car, she sniffed the air and stilled. There was another wolf nearby. A male. His soft, woodsy scent called to her, alluring. She growled and followed the scent. Each step closer to the male put her wolf further on edge.

She knew she should just let it go, but he was on her property. He needed to leave.

She jogged ahead, not even trying to be stealthy. If she could smell him, then he could smell her. His scent threw her off and fueled her annoyance even more. Spice and mint mixed together in an intoxicating aroma that made her wolf stand at attention, eager to be closer to the male. No. He couldn’t be their mate. A sudden wave of desire hit her, knocking her off balance and pissing her off. She didn’t want a mate. She didn’t want to put her trust in any male besides her brother.

Her arranged mating with Ross had been lesson enough to teach her that a mate could poison the bond and betray her.

Been there, done that stupid shit.

After rounding a large oak, she skidded to a stop. Pale green eyes locked with hers. The muscles in the male’s strong jaw flexed. His brown hair hung in his face. Fuck, he was gorgeous. A black tee stretched tautly across his muscular chest, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She growled. “What are you doing here?”

One corner of his sensual mouth lifted in a crooked smile. “It’s a neutral zone.”

“You have to leave.”

The other side of his kissable lips lifted, and he stalked toward her. The heat in his stare was almost too much for her. His voice seemed to caress her as he replied. “I don’t think so.”

Damn. His arousal slammed into her, fueling her own as he continued forward. Straightening her spine, she stood her ground. Besides, her wolf wanted him. How could one male make her body ache all over? Fucking hell. This wasn’t happening. She held out a hand and let out another warning growl. “Don’t come any closer.”

One dark brow rose, and the wicked half-smile remained. There was a seductive challenge in his green depths. “Or what?”

Faster than she’d anticipated, he closed the distance between them, snaked an arm around her waist, and meshed their bodies together. Heat infused her body, and her pussy ached. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. The wildfire within her roared to life, and a soft groan escaped her.

Annoyance fueled the desire this male ignited. Confusion moved in next as she inhaled, catching his scent once again.

Mine. Her wolf growled and clawed at her, wanting to get at the male. You are crazy if you think I’m allowing us to mate. Not again. She’d never allow another male to control her and destroy everything and everyone she loved. Not like Ross had.

Flattening her hands on the male’s chest, she shoved. He stumbled back several feet, then stared at her, meeting her gaze. His eyes narrowed, and he cocked his head as if confused. The urge to go to him, to chase away all the confusion seemingly stirring inside him was almost too strong to ignore. Almost.

However, it was the desire and the ache between her thighs that was her undoing. No male had ever sparked a need so raw, so deep within her core like the one standing in front of her now. And the asshole knew it, too.

His lips lifted again in a cocky, sensual smile, and he prowled toward her once more. Damn it to hell. She didn’t move. Just watched as the so-sexy-it-should-be-illegal male closed the distance with wild passion burning in his eyes.

Her own need uncoiled inside her. It’d been far too long since she’d sought out a male. And this one promised the release she longed for.

Why was she so weak?

No, she wasn’t weak. Far from it. She needed to expend energy, to tamp down the aggression and the surge of power building inside her. Yes, sex with the hottie wolf was exactly what she needed.

And that was all it would be. Sex. Nothing else.

He stopped inches from her. The heat from his body wrapped around her, and his scent teased her senses like a love spell. Enticing, enthralling, and deadly. He was definitely an alpha male, but not an Alpha. The Pack magic that ran in the veins of an Alpha didn’t exist in this male’s scent. Interesting.

However, he did belong to a Pack. And one she knew. Bloodrose Creek. Edwin’s pack. The realization hit her like an ice bath. The asshat thought to send a male to seduce her into revealing her secrets? Well, tough shit. Edwin, along with everyone else in the free world, could kiss her ass if they thought she’d divulge her deepest and darkest secrets.