Page 14 of Brock’s Mate

He held up her jacket. “You left this at the table. And your phone.”

“You can keep them. I’m out of here, and I’d suggest you don’t try to stop me. You’ll regret it.”

“Come on,” he said softly, reaching out with his mind, sending soothing ‘you can trust me’ vibes. “Don’t go.”

He held out his hand to her. She looked at it, a low growl rumbling in her chest. She didn’t seem aware she was doing it.

Brock said, “I just want to help.”

She took a step toward him, then another. She smelled amazing, tantalizing, so sexy. His own wolf was transfixed, unable to look away. He started to growl in response.

Want, his wolf was saying. Want her now. Sexy wolf.

Oh, fuck. What happened to ‘Not another one?’ Calm down, he tried to tell his wolf. She doesn’t even know she’s a wolf.

She is a wolf right now. She wants us.

Desi took another step closer, baring her teeth. Then she lunged, shoving Brock up against the wall of the building. Her lips crashed into his, hot and demanding, kissing and biting and kissing again.

Brock’s wolf rose up in him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him. Hot desire flooded through him, and she ground her hips against his, making his dick instantly stiffen.

Their kiss was hard and punishing and devouring, and he and his wolf loved it. Wanted more, more of that dark passion, more of her scent and the feel of her.

She’d bitten his lip and he could taste blood, which made his wolf want her more. Brock grabbed Desi’s ass to pull her tighter against him, wanting to rip away her clothes and drive himself into her right here right now…

She shoved herself away from him, staring, her eyes back to their normal brown. “What the hell?” she demanded. “What did you do to me?”

“Nothing,” he said, feeling like every single nerve ending was on fire. “I just—” How could he possibly explain?

Horror dawned in her eyes. “You’re one of them,” she whispered. “Fuck.”

“One of who?”

She didn’t answer. She just grabbed up the jacket he’d let slide to the ground while they were kissing and took off, disappearing around the side of the building.

Dammit. She was unstable and on the verge of shifting, and if someone scared her…

He had to stop her before something happened.

Desi ran as hard as she could for her car, expecting at any moment for Brock to grab her from behind and drag her off to… somewhere.

How the hell could this have happened? How could Jered have found her? And who was this guy, who seemed to be one of Jered’s people, but also knew the locals?

And if he was after Desi, why the hell had he been speed dating? Surely not looking for her.

None of this made any sense.

As soon as Desi reached the parking lot she started ducking behind the cars, making her way over to the entrance and her own vehicle. Hopefully Brock or Jered didn’t have a someone staking it out…

They didn’t. She grabbed the keys out of her jacket pocket and slid into the car. She glanced out the window, seeing Brock making his way across the parking lot, looking up and down the rows.

She started up the engine and put the car into gear, slipping out the entrance and off into the night. As she drove down the road, she saw Brock standing in the middle of the parking lot, staring after her.

As usual, she might suck at figuring out who to trust, but she excelled at escaping.

Her elation didn’t last, though. She wasn’t even halfway back to her rental when the feeling started coming over her again. The darkness, the surging twisting hot/cold energy inside her, the pain in her joints.

The swirling nausea.