Instinctive by Cathryn Fox

in just a few moments. With his back to her, Jaclyn took that opportunity to pull herself together.
    When Mr. Testosterone turned her way, Jaclyn physically pulled back, arched her spine, and put on her best professional face, cloaking her true sexual nature. Her sudden change in demeanor seemed to perplex him.
    He held his hand out, eyeing her cautiously. “I’m Slyck.”
    Oh he was Slyck, all right. So was she. Slick between her thighs.
    She accepted the offered hand and worked to summon a defense against his charm. “Jaclyn.”
    He gestured to the candy shop. “Shall we?” There was a rich cadence to his voice that heated her from the inside out and did the most amazing things to the moist little spot between her legs.
    Okay, so maybe her trip to the department store could wait a minute or two. When she nodded, he pressed his hand to the small of her back and guided her into the store. The intimacy of his gesture caught her off guard and had her pussy clamoring for his attention. Not to mention his tongue.
    “You can cool off while I grab the child another cone.”
    And here she’d rather get off .
    Mercy!

Chapter Four
    After Slyck had bought Candace another ice-cream cone, he’d escorted Jaclyn to the department store and then briskly walked away, spending the next two days trying to figure out what it was about her that called out to him like a beacon in the night. Christ, just knowing she was in town, living across the street from him no less, had his mind in an uproar, and his cock rising at will, like he was nothing more than an untrained kitten. But there was something special about Jaclyn—something that brought out the animal in him, and had his panther itching in a way it had never itched before.
    Night had fallen as Slyck left Vibes and made his way home. He shook his head in bewilderment, trying to make sense of it all, yet still unable to figure out who Jaclyn was, and what it was about her that intrigued him to the point of distraction.
    In a town that never slept, streetlamps lit his path along the sidewalk and fanned out into the streets, illuminating a handful
of vamps who’d just recently awakened and were now making their way to the blood bank for replenishment before they hit the nightclub.
    With an abundance of deer in the outskirts—deer that continually jumped the fence—keeping the vamps well fed never posed a problem. The deer, as well as the coyotes that managed to dig their way under the gate, also served to keep the lycans satisfied when they went for their compulsory monthly run. Since they’d rather avoid a bloodbath, the townsfolk remained inside on lockdown during that particular night.
    Restless and edgy, Slyck walked down Mulberry Lane, slowing his pace as he passed Jaclyn’s house. His gaze strayed to her backyard, to the milk carton hanging from a tree. Was that some kind of homemade bird feeder? He shook his head. Honestly, the woman kept surprising him.
    He turned his attention to her big bay window and hunger consumed him when he spotted her inside, dancing sensuously as she prepared dinner in her small kitchenette. Music blared from her stereo and cut through the still air. His muscles bunched, and his cock thickened as he took in the erotic sway of her body. Jesus, his attraction to her just wasn’t normal.
    Slyck inhaled the enticing scent of warm barbecued chicken that seeped from her open window, making his stomach growl. Unfortunately, despite his own hunger, the delicious aroma did nothing to override the pressure brewing deep in his groin.
    He took a long moment to gaze at her, then turned his attention to her fluttering curtain. Slyck spotted two glowing eyes cautiously watching him from behind the sheer lace.

    “Hello, kitty,” he murmured. “You’d better stay inside where it’s safe.”
    Sidestepping a blue vase, her kitty studied him carefully and swiped its paw at the window. He suspected the poor kitten had to be shaken by its new home and all the