Instinctive by Cathryn Fox Page A

creatures roaming the streets. Especially the lycans. That thought even made Slyck shiver.
    Slyck crossed the road and slipped through his back door. His house was cool, a welcome contrast to the hot outdoors. Without bothering to turn his lights on, he made his way to his upstairs bedroom. The perfect spot to keep his new neighbor under surveillance. He tried diligently to focus on the job, and keep his mind off his raging libido—he really did. But he had to admit that watching her had more to do with wanting her in his bed with his tongue tasting her skin, and less to do with keeping tabs on her actions for the town’s safety.
    His exceptional night vision allowed him to easily see Jaclyn inside her kitchen. He scrubbed his hand over his jaw and inhaled. Her heavenly scent, a sexy combination of jasmine and vanilla, still lingered on his skin. He’d bet she’d taste just as exquisite between the legs.
    As he watched her, he loved everything from the way she moved to the delicate way she ate her dinner and licked her fingers clean. She was mind-blowingly sexy, and it was all he could do not to cross the lane, grab her, bend that sweet little ass of hers over the sofa, and fuck her until sunrise. Christ, what was it about her that spawned such peculiar reactions in him?
    Rattled by the lust rushing through his veins, he ripped open
the front of his jeans to release the pressure on his cock, and let his lust-drunk mind wander. He ached to unleash himself on her, to greedily pull her marbled nipples into his mouth, to part her nether lips with the tip of his tongue and taste her sweet cream.
    God, he’d never felt so aroused by a human female before. As a were-cat he was only attracted to his own kind. He stroked his engorged cock as he mulled that thought over for a moment. Was it possible that underneath that prim exterior she was panther? Surely that wasn’t possible. Because if it was, she’d never be able to suppress her wild, sexual nature or keep her body buttoned up beneath that starched white blouse. She’d also have a distinct feline scent. A rich, earthy aroma that would be recognizable to him, as well as every other lycan in town.
    Then again, there had been moments when he caught a glimpse of something primal beneath her staid clothing, and when he’d anchored her body to his outside the candy store two days previous, he felt desire stirring inside her before she quickly banked it. But how could she suppress it? It was impossible for a “she panther” to keep her femininity hidden. It went completely against their natures.
    An uneasy feeling closed in on him. It couldn’t be possible.
    It just couldn’t be.
    Of course, there was one surefire way to find out.
    After Jaclyn finished her meal, she deposited her dishes in the sink, switched all her lights off except the dim bulb above her range, and made her way into the front room. She moved in front of her bay window. Her position afforded him with an unobstructed view of her gorgeous body.

    Slyck’s ears perked up as she punched up the volume on her stereo. With her hands on her hips, Jaclyn bit down on her bottom lip, and then, with a look on her face that Slyck didn’t understand, she scanned her living room. Seemingly unsettled she paraded across the carpeted floor. After a quick glance out her sheer curtains, she picked up a blue vase. With tension visible in her stance, she crinkled her nose in thought. Turning, she positioned the vase on an end table, then paced back to her stereo, where she fidgeted uneasily with her blouse.
    Then suddenly, in a move that took Slyck by surprise, she let out what appeared to be a long, resigned breath, sensuously widened her legs, and leaned against the wall. Her hands left her waist, slid over her stomach, and then climbed higher, until she reached her breasts.
    His brain stalled and liquid fire pitched through him as he perused her, immediately understanding her strange look, as well as what her agitated