What type of wolf are you?
She returned her attention to the wolf’s body.With the exception of the bullet wound, it seemed physically uninjured, but who knewwhatEpoc’s scientists had been doing to it.She smoothed her hands over the silken fur, a distant more detached part of her mind admiring the wolf’s superb biomechanical construct.It was a creature evolved for one purpose only—to kill—yet its beauty was undeniable.Strength, menace and deadly purpose all combined in the majestic somehow romantic form of?—
The thigh muscle below her palm shifted, elongated, and Regan stumbled backward, landing flat on her bare butt with an ignominious thud.She stared at the massive, powerful and utterly lupine form.Watched it contort.Shudder.
The dense fur rippled, each strand seemingly alive with its own energy.The back legs grew long, straight.Thick, corded thigh muscles formed on bones no longer short and crooked.“What the…” Regan’s stunned whisper barely left her lips.
Another shudder wracked the wolf’s contorting form.Another.And another.Its fur grew thin, retracting into the flesh beneath, disappearing with each violent convulsion until its coat no longer existed and instead…
Regan’s heart froze and she stared at the naked man laying full-length on her sofa.
The naked, trembling, gasping man laying full-length on her sofa.
Looking at her.
“What thehell?”
The man’s eyes—the angry color of a stormy winter’s sky—flicked over her face.Like oiled smoke, he was on his feet, hard, lean body coiling, pale flesh glistening with a faint sheen of sweat in the sun-filled room.Regan stared at him.Speechless.Unable to move.
Shaggy ink black hair fell across his forehead, brushed straight eyebrows of the same color, cheekbones high and angular.Smooth, curved pecs cut down to a hairless torso sculpted in muscle.Nothing detracted from the perfection of his body, not even the mean scar slashing his pale skin from navel to groin.Regan traced the ragged white line with her eye, her stomach clenching as it disappeared into a thick thatch of black pubic hair just above?—
Oh, my God!He’s huge!
A sharp intake of breath jerked her gaze back up to his face, in time to see nostrils flaring on a nose almost too long, almost too large.Those stormy eyes held hers.Kept her naked ass on the carpet.Frozen.
Compelling.
The word flittered through her head, disconnected and surreal and with it came a tight throb, low in the pit of her stomach.A clenching, warm beat between her thighs.
Shit, Woman!Have you lost your mind?
She sucked in her own swift breath, tasting his sweat on the air.“Who…” She began.
Those grey eyes flickered.Grew wild.Dangerous.“You’re in a lotta trouble, love,” he growled, a soft brogue lacing the foreboding words seconds before every muscle in his perfect body coiled and he leapt.
At her.
He slammed into her, flattening her to the floor.Back, shoulders, skull.Bright pain spiked through her head, cold and hot at the same time, and she cried out.Strong, long-fingered hands clamped around her wrists, pinning them to the floor beside her head with a grip so fierce her brother would have been jealous.Regan squealed, glaring up into grey, burning eyes.“Get off me, you bastard!”She bucked—all too aware of the muscled body pressed to hers.Thenakedbody.
Fair Dinkum, Woman!Only seconds earlier he was a wolf!Wake up!
A hot breath feathered her face, ruffled her hair and she bucked again.This was no dream.Hewas no dream.“Get off me, you freak!”
Grey eyes flashed, all the more intense for the thick, black lashes framing them.“I’m no freak, lady.”
The words flowed from well-defined lips, the soft Irish accent she’d heard earlier cut with anger.Long, corded legs battled hers, pinned them to the floor with a brutal strength.His knees shoved at hers, spreading her thighs wide until her lower body was completely trapped by his.
A rock-hard pressure nudged at the soft lips of her sex and Regan sucked in a sharp breath.Oh no, he was aroused!
Aren’t you?
Hot, terrified shame tore through her.Yes.She was.“Get off me!”she screamed, thrashing underneath him in desperate fury.“Get off me!Get off me!Get off me!”
Declan stared down at the woman beneath him, fighting like hell to keep her in his hold.Christ, she was a wild cat.Even with her legs trapped under the considerable weight of his own, she’d almost thrown him off more than once.What the hell did she do for a living?Wrestle rhinos?
No, Dec.She takes on security guards.
“Get off me!”she screamed again, body like a live current of electricity.He pressed into her, trying to hold her still, tryingnotto think about the lithe muscles of her limbs and tummy, the sweat-slicked smoothness of her bare skin, the velvet heat between her thighs mashing against his ever-growing shaft with each whiplash buck she gave.
