Untamed Hearts (BBW Biker Werewolf Romance) by Catherine Vale Page B

seductive purr, his eyes raking hungrily over her body.
    “Fuck you, too, while we’re at it.”
    Claire’s breath froze in her throat. Adrian, half-wolf, half-human...the thought was repellant, and she struggled against the iron grip of his hand. But he was too strong and for a horrible moment, Claire saw her immediate future. It wasn’t pretty.
    Adrian buried his head against her neck, his mouth hot against her skin, teeth raking across her flesh. She cried out, pushing at him, trying to kick at his body. But the car was too small and he was too strong. A sob broke from her lips as he tore the front of her shirt, the buttons skittering to the floor of the car. Closing her eyes, she went numb, giving herself over to the horror.
    Abruptly his head rose, pushing her away roughly. “Hear that? That hulk has your scent.” He snorted, an ugly sound. But beyond Adrian’s snarl, Claire heard the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle roaring to life. She allowed herself to take a breath.
    Adrian glared at her, head tilted. “Look at you, all smiles. I bet you got him to give you a ride, bring you here, all by giving that animal just what he wanted, just with a twitch of those hips of yours. What I wanted...what was mine. And what you never gave me.”
    “You’re fucking crazy, Adrian. Gunner isn’t...”
    Her head snapped back as his hand connected with her cheek. Tears stung her eyes, more from shock than pain. She kept her head turned toward the window. Adrian pounced on any sign of weakness. It fed whatever drove him to hurt, and Claire knew tears could send him into a frenzy. A frenzied Adrian in the confined space of the car was not something she wanted to experience.
    “Teach you to call me crazy...” He turned the key in the ignition, cutting off the rest of his words. Claire closed her eyes, swallowed hard, and leaned her forehead against the cold glass of the window.
    Adrian’s nasty remark stung. Had she used Gunner, played on the chemistry between them, and used it to her advantage? And then shut him down? Right now, she wasn’t sure of the answers.
    Her eyes flew open as the car rocketed onto the narrow road. Adrian loved his cars, and the Ferrari was one of his favorites. Now, on the narrow, twisting mountain road, he took the curves at top speed, the car slewing from lane to lane.
    “Like the view?” He flung the car around a corner and Claire looked out the window, over what seemed to be a thousand foot drop, straight down. The guardrail flashed past, the car barely missing the metal that was supposed to keep them from hurtling to certain death. Adrian’s high-pitched laughter filled the car as Claire white-knuckled the door handle.
    “Shit. Fucking bastard.”
    Claire tore her eyes away from the view to find Adrian glaring at the rearview mirror. Without turning, she knew it was Gunner behind them. She looked at the sideview mirror and her heart, already hammering, skipped a succession of beats.
    Behind them was Gunner. She tried hard not to smile, or at least not let Adrian see her face. Gunner had followed them...he’d come for her after all.

Chapter Five
    E ven back in his human form, Gunner could smell the little prick’s scent. It burned his nose, coated the back of his throat, and made him want to cough. Gunner rubbed his ribs where Adrian had kicked him, wincing as he took another breath. One was cracked, maybe two.
    Behind Adrian’s God-awful smell was Claire’s, the sharp scent of her fear almost covering her own rich scent. Not usually given over to grandiose sentiments, it tore Gunner’s heart to realize he’d failed her. He couldn’t protect her for even twenty-four hours.
    He pulled on jeans and a shirt, thrust his feet into his boots, grabbed the keys for the Harley, then bolted out the door. Halfway down the path, their scents faded and he realized Adrian must have taken a different route to the cabin.
    By the time he reached the clearing and his bike, he’d gotten the scent of