truly discovered one another over the past few days. There wasn’t an erogenous zone on either body that had gone untouched, an orifice that hadn’t been filled, a taste that hadn’t been sampled. She felt well and thoroughly fucked, as wonderfully satiated as she’d ever been in her life.
So in love with the man beside her she almost hurt.
She looked down at her left hand, grasped tightly in Anton’s right, and felt the first sense of tension since they’d left the cabin.
“He’ll be waiting, you know. We won’t be able to shift. He’ll see us.”
Anton turned and smiled at her, looking more feral than when in wolven form.
“I know. I look forward to meeting Mr. Burns.” He looked ahead, skillfully maneuvered around a stalled truck, then turned back to Keisha. “I doubt he’ll enjoy it as much as I intend to though.”
He squeezed her hand for reassurance, then returned his attention to the heavy commute traffic. Keisha sat back against the seat and watched the road ahead.
There was a car parked in front of her townhouse. Anton’s senses went on alert. He had to consciously tamp down the need to shift, to become the predator he was at heart.
I believe Mr. Burns is waiting for us now. Do you recognize the car ?
Keisha shook her head. Perspiration beaded her brow. It’s been in the neighborhood, off and on, since I returned. I don’t recall if it was here before my trip to Montana.
If it is him, follow my lead. Stay in my mind if you must, but don’t question anything I say.
You’re not going to kill him, are you?
No… though I’ve thought about it. It would be most satisfying to gut the bastard, but it would make a horrible mess . He turned his attention from the car at the curb to the woman beside him. It’s important, Keisha. Will you do as I say ?
She turned and there was no fear in her. She laughed out loud. Saluted. “Yes, sir!”
This was the woman he loved.
Finally relaxed, now the battle had come to him, Anton pulled into the driveway.
A portly, middle-aged man immediately got out of the car at the curb. From the rumpled appearance of his clothing he looked as if he’d practically lived in his vehicle over the past few days.
“Ah, Ms. Rialto. I was sure you’d return eventually.” He held his hand out, totally ignoring Anton.
Big mistake . Anton barely controlled the low growl starting deep in his chest. His skin shivered and twitched with his desire to become the wolf, the predator in his nature almost overwhelming his civilized self.
“I’m Carl Burns, reporter for the…”
“We know who you are, Mr. Burns. Thank you for coming.” Anton bit back the snarl and stuck his hand out, intercepting the other man’s in a tight handshake. Burns’ bluster turned to confusion.
“Thank…”
“It’s wonderful of your newspaper to acknowledge Ms. Rialto’s memorial garden. It was truly an honor when her design was selected.”
“But that’s not why…” Burns shook his head. “I’m not here to…”
“Come this way.” Still speaking, Anton put his hand to the other man’s back and guided him up the stairs. Claws appeared, then receded. His spine rippled with his need to transform, to kill. “I’m sure you’d like to get some shots of Ms. Rialto’s drawings, maybe information about the exotic plants she’s selected? It’s really quite exciting.” He turned to Keisha. “Sweetheart, hand me the key, would you?”
Shaking her head, biting back a grin, Keisha turned the keys over to Anton, grabbed their luggage and followed the two men up the steps. She felt Anton’s struggle, knew the wolf was close. The fact his anger was so near the surface, yet so tightly controlled, made her feel more loved and protected than she could imagine.
She closed the door behind her. The moment it clicked shut, Anton grabbed Burns by the throat and shoved him up against the wall. There was a feral gleam in his eyes and he bared his teeth, but somehow, to Keisha’s
So in love with the man beside her she almost hurt.
She looked down at her left hand, grasped tightly in Anton’s right, and felt the first sense of tension since they’d left the cabin.
“He’ll be waiting, you know. We won’t be able to shift. He’ll see us.”
Anton turned and smiled at her, looking more feral than when in wolven form.
“I know. I look forward to meeting Mr. Burns.” He looked ahead, skillfully maneuvered around a stalled truck, then turned back to Keisha. “I doubt he’ll enjoy it as much as I intend to though.”
He squeezed her hand for reassurance, then returned his attention to the heavy commute traffic. Keisha sat back against the seat and watched the road ahead.
There was a car parked in front of her townhouse. Anton’s senses went on alert. He had to consciously tamp down the need to shift, to become the predator he was at heart.
I believe Mr. Burns is waiting for us now. Do you recognize the car ?
Keisha shook her head. Perspiration beaded her brow. It’s been in the neighborhood, off and on, since I returned. I don’t recall if it was here before my trip to Montana.
If it is him, follow my lead. Stay in my mind if you must, but don’t question anything I say.
You’re not going to kill him, are you?
No… though I’ve thought about it. It would be most satisfying to gut the bastard, but it would make a horrible mess . He turned his attention from the car at the curb to the woman beside him. It’s important, Keisha. Will you do as I say ?
She turned and there was no fear in her. She laughed out loud. Saluted. “Yes, sir!”
This was the woman he loved.
Finally relaxed, now the battle had come to him, Anton pulled into the driveway.
A portly, middle-aged man immediately got out of the car at the curb. From the rumpled appearance of his clothing he looked as if he’d practically lived in his vehicle over the past few days.
“Ah, Ms. Rialto. I was sure you’d return eventually.” He held his hand out, totally ignoring Anton.
Big mistake . Anton barely controlled the low growl starting deep in his chest. His skin shivered and twitched with his desire to become the wolf, the predator in his nature almost overwhelming his civilized self.
“I’m Carl Burns, reporter for the…”
“We know who you are, Mr. Burns. Thank you for coming.” Anton bit back the snarl and stuck his hand out, intercepting the other man’s in a tight handshake. Burns’ bluster turned to confusion.
“Thank…”
“It’s wonderful of your newspaper to acknowledge Ms. Rialto’s memorial garden. It was truly an honor when her design was selected.”
“But that’s not why…” Burns shook his head. “I’m not here to…”
“Come this way.” Still speaking, Anton put his hand to the other man’s back and guided him up the stairs. Claws appeared, then receded. His spine rippled with his need to transform, to kill. “I’m sure you’d like to get some shots of Ms. Rialto’s drawings, maybe information about the exotic plants she’s selected? It’s really quite exciting.” He turned to Keisha. “Sweetheart, hand me the key, would you?”
Shaking her head, biting back a grin, Keisha turned the keys over to Anton, grabbed their luggage and followed the two men up the steps. She felt Anton’s struggle, knew the wolf was close. The fact his anger was so near the surface, yet so tightly controlled, made her feel more loved and protected than she could imagine.
She closed the door behind her. The moment it clicked shut, Anton grabbed Burns by the throat and shoved him up against the wall. There was a feral gleam in his eyes and he bared his teeth, but somehow, to Keisha’s
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