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Lucas didn’t take the woman back to his house on
Bryton Road. The place was probably still crawling with cops and
reporters, and he didn’t feel like dealing with all that
crap.
He called his first in command, Piers
Stratus, to let him know that he was out of jail and to tell him
that there two unwanted coyotes in town.
The woman—Sarah—didn’t speak while he
drove. He could feel the waves of tension rolling off her, shaking
her body.
She was scared. She’d done a fair job
of hiding her fear back at the police station and then at the park,
at first anyway. But as the darkness had fallen, he’d seen the
fear. Smelled it.
Sarah had known she was being
hunted.
He pushed a button on his remote. The
wrought-iron gates before him opened and revealed the curving drive
that led to his second LA home. In the hills, it gave him a great
view of the city below, and that view let know him when company was
coming, long before any unexpected guests arrived.
When the gate shut behind him, he saw
Sarah sag slightly, settling back into her seat. The scent of her
fear finally eased.
Like most of his kind, he usually
enjoyed the smell of fear. But he didn’t . . . like the scent on
her.
He much preferred the softer scent,
like vanilla cream, that he could all but taste as it clung to her
skin. Perhaps he would get a taste, later.
With a flick of his wrist, he killed
the ignition. The house was right in front of them. Two stories,
Long, tall windows.
And, hopefully, no more dead
bodies.
He eased out of the car, stretching
slowly. Then he walked around and opened the door for Sarah. As any
man would, Lucas admired the pale flash of thigh when her skirt
crept up. And he wondered just what secrets the lovely lady was
keeping from him.
“We’re going to talk.” An order. He
wanted to know everything, starting with why the dead human had
been at his place.
She gave a quick nod. “Okay,
I—”
A wolf bounded out of the house. A
flash of black fur. Golden eyes. Teeth.
Shit. It wasn’t
safe for the kid. Not until he found out what was going
on—
The wolf ran to him. Tossed back his
head and howled.
Sarah laughed softly.
Laughed.
His stare shot to her just in time to
catch the smile on her lips. His hand lifted, and, almost
helplessly, he traced that smile with his fingertips.
Her breath caught.
Lucas ignored the tightening in his
gut. “Shouldn’t you be afraid?” After the coyotes, he’d expected
her to flinch away from any other shifters. And Jordan was one big
wolf, with claws and teeth that could easily rip a woman like Sarah
apart.
She looked back at the wolf who watched
them. “He’s so young, little more than a kid. One whose glad
you’re—”
No.
Understanding dawned, fast and brutal
in his mind. I’m more than human. She’d told
him that, he just hadn’t understood exactly what she was. Until now.
His hands locked around her arms and
Lucas pulled her up against him. Nose to nose, close enough so that
he could see the dark gold glimmering in the depths of her eyes.
“Jordan, get the hell out of here.” He gave the order to his
brother without ever looking away from her.
The wolf growled.
“Go!”
The young wolf pushed against his
leg—letting me know he’s pissed, cause Jordan hates
when I boss his ass—and then the wolf backed
away.
“Now for you, sweetheart.” His fingers
tightened. “Why don’t we just go back to that part about you not
being human?”
Her lips parted. She had nice lips—sexy
and plump. He shouldn’t be noticing them, not then, but he couldn’t
help himself. He noticed everything about her. The gold hoops in
her dainty ears. The streaks of gold buried deep in her dark hair.
The lotion she rubbed on her body—that vanilla scent was driving
him wild.
He was turned on, achingly hard, for a
woman he barely knew. Not normally a big deal. He had a more than a
healthy sex drive. Most shifters did. The animal inside liked to
play.
But Sarah . . . he didn’t trust her,
not for a minute, and he didn’t usually have sex with women he
didn’t trust. A man could be vulnerable to attack when he was
fucking.
“You know what I am, Lucas,” she said
and shrugged, the move both careless and fake because he knew that
she cared, too much.
“Tell me.” Her mouth was so close. He
could still taste her. That kiss earlier had just been a
tease.
