Stolen by the Alpha Wolf: Shifter Romance (Accidental Theft Book 1) by Charlene Hartnady

mind…” She
shook her head.
    “Is
it always like that?
    “Like
what?” It would be best if she played dumb.
    He
arched an eyebrow. “That explosive, intense? Like the best foreplay I’ve ever
had.”
    Stephany
had the urge to gasp and grin all at the same time, but chose the best option
instead…she suppressed both. “Not always.” Vampires drank from each other all
the time without jumping each other’s bones. She must be attracted to him on
some level…even though he was a wolf and she had sworn off males. This was why
she preferred to drink from a safe source…Xavier. Tried, tested…no feelings of
lust.
    “Not
always? When does it happen then?” He threw her a lop-sided grin that told her
he knew exactly why it had happened. Made her want to stomp on his feet and
claw out his sexy eyes. Wait just a minute …the wolf was so not sexy. He
might be really big and seriously stacked, and maybe he had an evocative grin
and a deep commanding voice, but that didn’t make him sexy dammit.
    “I
was in hunt mode. Not thinking clearly. It won’t happen again.”
    Ward
looked thoughtful for a few seconds. “Actually, it was nice to see you let loose
a little.” He lifted his eyebrows and pursed his lips. They were full, soft
looking…edible. Ughhh…not going there.
    If
she had been human, her cheeks would’ve flushed. “Yeah right, like you enjoyed
my trying to jump you like that.” She could’ve slapped herself. The ground
still refused to open.
    Those
sexy green eyes of his turned stormy as they slid down the length of her.
“Let’s get something straight, you can jump my bones any time you like. Just
not when you’re in some blood crazed state.”
    “I’m
a vampire.” She flashed him her fangs as proof.
    Ward
locked his jaw, turning his eyes on her. “I told you not to flash your canines
at me, yet you keep insisting—”
    “Fangs.
I’m not a wolf. I don’t have canines.”
    He
threw her a tight smile that had her belly doing a somersault. “Fangs,
canines.” He shrugged his big shoulders. “Flash them one more time and I’ll
take you up on the offer.”
    By
blood, the wolf did want her. The desire in his eyes had been real. The feral
gleam was there right now. That uncomfortable throb between her legs told her
that the feelings were mutual and not just blood induced. No way, no how. This
wasn’t happening. She didn’t like the female she became when she was in the
throes of rutting. The all out, let loose, let ‘er rip female that had mated
Lance by accident all those years ago. She detested that part of herself. His
nostrils flared.
    “You
promised to teach me how to make stew.” She turned towards the counter. Wolves
and vampires did not mix. It would become her mantra for the rest of her stay.
    ****
    A
not so subtle change of subject. Her arousal permeated the small space. Her
scent drove him crazy. By now his dick would have an indent from his zipper.
Her tight nipples speared the fabric of the t-shirt making it hard for him to
think straight. Only because he could clearly remember exactly how her breasts
had looked. They reminded him of succulent peaches, the smaller juicy kind,
they were tipped with the pinkest plumpest nipples. His mouth watered for a
taste.
    She
looked at him from over her shoulder. “How many carrots should I cut?”
    “One
more should do it.” He cleared his throat, his voice had that gravelly edge
which only happened when he was feeling ultra-aggressive or ultra horny.
    His
dick throbbed.
    “I
thought you were hungry.” Her voice quivered ever so slightly, telling him she
was just as affected as he was.
    For
you. “I am.”  He turned on the gas, the stove
lighting after two clicks. Almost immediately, a delicious smell circled
through the cabin as the butter melted and the onion began to fry. It helped to
mask her mouth-watering scent, made all the more tantalizing by her arousal.
    He
set to work cutting the rabbit into small portions, removing the