Captured (Wolf in Exile Part 1): Werewolf Shifter/Vampire Paranormal Romance by Ambrielle Kirk, Amber Ella Monroe Page B

needs, the wolf is only content when all of his emotional needs are met. There is a reason why wolves run in packs. Remove the wolf from the pack, and the animal will almost always want for that sense of belonging and companionship again.”
    Kalena frowned. “You’re lonely.”
    His gaze dropped and he rose, picking up the carved out bowls they’d used to eat with and taking them to a wooden table. He began to clean the bowls.
    She got up and followed him across the room. Before she could stop herself, she pressed her fingers to the old scars on his back.
    A shocked gasp escaped from his lips. “Kalena,” he mumbled.
    “These happened during the fight, didn’t they?” she asked, lightly tracing the scars.
    Both of his palms were gripping the edge of the table and his back was still turned. “Yes.”
    “And the older ones that have healed over time. How did you get those?”
    “The wolf politics are no different here than they are on the outside of these barricades. Most of those came from fighting, as well.”
    “I don’t think I’ve ever touched a shifter like this before,” she whispered, her fingers trembling against the tendons on his back.
    His muscles rippled under her touch and she could have sworn she heard a moan escape his lips. His musky scent surrounded her, and she closed the gap between them and pressed her ear to his back on the side near his heart. As she listened, sure enough, a low growl flowed from his lips. It was the sexiest thing she had ever heard from a man, and her whole body heated in excitement and instant arousal.
    An electrifying charge pulsed through Kalena. The surreal sensations immediately relaxed her. Her skin grew hot where her cheek was pressed against him.
    Kalena lifted her face and glanced at Thane’s bronze skin, only to find an ancient looking symbol glowing brightly on his back. Her eyes widened in exhilaration at the sight. It looked like pure magic.
    “Wha—?”
    Before Kalena could complete her sentence, she found herself on the other side of the hut, back against the wall, with Thane’s wide frame pressed tightly to her body.
    She panted, her breasts pushing against his chest.
    Glistening white canines were distended, and his irises swirled with a myriad of colors. The ink on his arms and along his neck glowed as he held her in place against the wall.
    Thane bowed his head, pressed his nose against her throat, and inhaled deeply. His mouth was damp as it brushed against her sensitive skin. She arched into him, noting the sizeable erection pushing against her belly. Her pussy clenched and ached and sexual thoughts spun like crazy in her head.
    She whimpered, slowly realizing that Thane could have done anything to her body and she would have welcomed it. She wanted it.
    He dragged his mouth up her neck and along her jawline, until finally his lips were pressed against her chin.
    “Are you going to kiss me?” she panted.
    “Is that what you want?” he rasped.
    “Ye—”
    He captured her lips with his, cutting off her breath. He tested her at first, teasing the outer skin on her mouth ever so softly. She trembled beneath his exploration, until her legs grew weak. When she brought her arm around to touch his tempting skin again, he trapped both wrists above her head. He pressed hard and hot against her mouth and his tongue thrust deep past her lips.
    The same electrifying pulse that stunned her earlier now flowed through her like a river as his body smashed into hers full force. She was lost in the scent of him and taken off guard by this need to have more of him.
    Without warning, he stopped and pulled back from her. The warmth was gone. His glow was gone. The symbols on his skin were gone.
    “Impossible,” he mumbled.
    “I’m sorry?”
    “I shouldn’t have done that.” He backed away toward the door, grabbing a backpack along the way. “I need to step away for a little bit. I’ll be right back.”
    “Don’t leave…”
    “I’m coming back.