His Untamed Desire by Katie Reus

shrugged even though he felt anything but relaxed. He knew Daphne would be pursued by members of her pack and his human side understood why. She was gorgeous and at the prime age to mate. His animal side was just plain pissed that other males wanted her. And until—or if—they were mated, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
    Once they finished their meal, he paid and they made their way to his Ducati. She’d been driving it all day and he had to admit it was hot watching her slide onto it. With Daphne’s long legs and lithe form, she looked so damn graceful.
    A few blocks later she palmed the keys and swung them around her fingers once. “I feel like there was no losing that bet for me. I get to drive your ride and . . .” She trailed off and flushed, but he knew what she was thinking.
    He leaned against her until she had to sit on the bike. Holding onto the handlebars, he embraced her with his body and didn’t stop until his lips lightly brushed against hers. “And?”
    â€œAnd I had the best orgasm of my life,” she whispered.
    Her words sent a jolt straight to his cock, which had been in a perpetual state of hell all day. Just being around her kept him aroused. The best orgasm? Hell, they were only just getting started. “Let’s get out of here,” he growled.
    She nodded, her dark eyes glinting wickedly. He tried to tell himself that he’d show restraint tonight no matter what, but wondered if he was fooling himself. He’d never wanted a female so badly in his life. The need to mate and claim was almost overwhelming him.
    Turning, she slid onto the bike and he got on behind her. His erection pressed up against her, but there was no helping that. Having Daphne in front of him like this brought up so many vivid and erotic fantasies. He’d love to take her from behind and sink his canines into her as they made love. The thought of bonding and mating with her didn’t scare him at all. The realization stunned him, but also soothed his inner jaguar.
    After checking to make sure they were clear—Daphne was very careful with his bike—she pulled into traffic and zoomed away. She was a fast but aware driver, and as she zipped through traffic, he tightened his grip on her hips. He loved feeling her body against his in a way that floored him.
    They were only two blocks from her home and the need and energy pulsing through him really made him wonder how the hell he’d be able to take things slow. They’d never talked about him staying over again, but he wanted to if she’d let him. And if she let him into her bed— Fuck!
    Hector’s head snapped up at the sound of screeching tires. A black SUV had pulled in from the oncoming lane of traffic and was gunning right at them.
    They were going to be hit head-on in two seconds. He tensed, wrapping his arms around Daphne and wishing he could completely protect her, but she violently swerved.
    They made a hard right and slammed into the curb. The turn was too sharp and the bike caught on the edge, throwing them forward. He tried to hold on to her but the impact was too much. He flew through the air over the sidewalk and slammed into a tree before bouncing back onto the pavement.
    Pain ricocheted through his entire body and he was pretty sure he’d cracked a rib, but he jumped to his feet. The SUV was squealing away, but all he could focus on was Daphne’s unmoving body sprawled face down in a patch of grass before him.
    Panic humming through him, he raced toward her.

Chapter 5
    With his heart in his throat, Hector slowly rolled Daphne over onto her back. When she blinked at him, some of his tension eased. Being a shifter made her incredibly strong and resilient, but seeing her lying motionless had ripped his heart out.
    â€œI’m sorry about your bike,” she said, her voice raspy.
    An invisible fist tightened around his heart. “Fuck the bike. Are you