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Authors: Lorie O'Clare

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The bristles of the brush pushed against her palm but she didn’t care. And the handle wasn’t long enough. It didn’t reach that spot inside her that ached for relief. Imagining Marc naked, remembering how he had looked when he transformed at the edge of the woods the other night, sent her over the edge.

His cock hadn’t been hard, but she pretended she held it in her hand. She would make it as hard as the brush handle, and ease it inside her. He would be able to fuck her until she screamed.

And he’d push her, make demands of her that she wouldn’t think to do on her own. Just the thought of what he might make her do made her hot. Everything about Marc terrified her, and sent a thrill of excitement rushing through her.

She began pounding the handle in and out of her, moving as fast as she could while her orgasm seeped through her. It wasn’t the climax she needed, but a small amount of relief crept through her.

“Damn it,” she sighed, pulling her hairbrush out of her and staring at the cream-covered handle. “What are you going to do with yourself?”

Her legs were wobbly when she stood, her mind still tormented with images of Marc. The way he’d looked when he’d opened his door earlier, not wearing a shirt, and with that chest hair that was just begging her to run her fingers through it—damn.

She would be head over heels in trouble with Marc McAllister in her life.

Chapter Six

 

Marc stared at his coffee table where the manila file still rested from the night before. It had been a long day at work, and even after showering, he still felt an air of gloom around him.

Stone, his youngest brother, had called him earlier inviting him over to enjoy their kill. “All the rowdies will be here so leave your cop hat at home,” he’d said jokingly on the phone.

Neither of his brothers had any sense of responsibility in their lives and they both seemed happy as could be. They were decent and hard-working, but nonetheless still pups. As much as he’d prefer to spend the evening alone, he’d agreed to come over. Maybe some downtime would help clear his head. And as much as they referred to themselves as rowdy, Marc knew they weren’t lawbreakers.

It’s going to take a lot more than downtime to get Heather Graham out of your head.

And there was her article, taunting him silently as it rested on his coffee table. He walked over and picked it up, immediately detecting her scent on it.

Those deep green eyes of hers appeared in his thoughts, so guarded, yet so full of emotion and curiosity. She ached to know him, and she wanted him. The desire surrounding her couldn’t be missed. It was a wonderful scent on her, such a rich, sweet smell. His insides hardened thinking about her.

Damn, he wanted to see her again.

Opening the file, he stared down at the neatly typed pages. FIRST DRAFT was centered at the top of the page. He glanced down, reading the first paragraph, and then skimming down the page.

Humans that can change into monsters live among us. Werewolves have walked among us for centuries. All of the myths are true. They terrify us yet they beg us not to be scared. This reporter decided to mix among these werewolves, discover the truth of how dangerous these mutated creatures could be.

Marc gripped the file so hard that several of the pages slipped free, and floated to the floor around them.

“Mutated creatures, my ass!” He couldn’t believe that was what she really thought.

The manila file began crumpling, the thick paper crunching against his grip. The little bitch needed quite an education.

“She wants to mix among werewolves, does she?” he said through gritted teeth.

He hurled the file across the room then stormed out of his house. It was a Friday night, but the thought that she might have plans didn’t cross his mind until he pulled up in front of her apartment complex and didn’t see her car. Nonetheless, he stormed up to the door he’d seen her enter the night before and knocked none too quietly.

His temper didn’t subside any when no one answered. Well, he would find Miss Heather Graham. And just to seal the deal, he put in a quick call to his brothers, informing them he would be bringing a date.

Now, to track down the adorable little bitch, and tracking people was something he did very well.

After a quick drive through town, scanning the parking lots of the restaurants on the main strip, he didn’t spot her car. Images of what he might do if he found her out on a date popped into his head.

She would be with him tonight. He’d set his mind to it. Heather needed an education. He would be damned to hell if that article he’d just scanned ever saw the light of day. And in her own words she wanted to know about werewolves. Well she was damn sure going to learn about them, and she was going to learn the truth.

He’d almost given thought to calling out the pack, putting out a search for her, when he drove by a small coffee shop and spotted her car parked on the street.

Gotcha!

Parking across the street, he took long, anxious paces, not slowing when he entered the shop. Ignoring the young woman who greeted him at the counter, he scanned the dimly lit shop filled with humans, until he spotted a group in a booth along the wall.

Heather’s scent stood out easily among the rest. He moved with the silence of the predator, until he was at the edge of the table. Several women about Heather’s age looked up, their gazes strolling over him with mild curiosity.

“Hi there,” one of them said with a flirty smile.

He ignored her too.

Heather sat at the outside of the booth, which was a damned good thing. He’d hate to have to drag her over the table. Taking her arm, he lifted her out of her seat.

One surprised Heather Graham looked up at him wide-eyed. “What the hell?” she asked.

He pulled a ten out of his pocket and dropped it on the table. “I hope this covers your part of the tab. You’re coming with me.”

“Heather? Who is this?” Another woman began to stand.

Marc didn’t offer any of them any explanation.

“It’s okay. I’ll call you later.” Heather did her best to turn and wave to her friends, but he didn’t slow his pace in leading her out the door.

Heather didn’t protest as he guided the way out of the coffee shop, noting little alarm in the emotions of the humans sitting at the different tables. These people didn’t care about each other, had no compassion for anyone other than themselves. And she referred to his kind as the monsters.

The cold night air did little to calm the fire burning inside him. He didn’t let go of Heather’s arm until they’d reached her car.

“You can drive your car back to your apartment, or leave it here. But either way, you’re with me tonight.”

Heather blinked, looking up at him while she seemed to take time to digest his words. “Is this the way a werewolf asks a lady out on a date?”

If that was amusement in her gaze, it faded quickly the longer she looked at him. His own rage filled the air, smelling like rotten fruit, and it made it difficult to sniff out her emotions.

“When I ask you out on date, you’ll know it.” He managed to curb his anger, forcing his insides to relax. Hairs prickled on the back of his neck, his carnal nature aching to come forth. Letting out a slow breath, he continued, “That article you wrote is trash. Not a word of it will appear before the public. If you indeed want to learn about werewolves, your education starts now.”

Heather’s tongue darted over her lips. She looked up at him, her green eyes alight with fire. Just gazing at her calmed him down. He wasn’t sure he liked the power she was gaining on him. And he would be damned if he let her know that she’d gotten under his skin.

Arousal mixed with defiance peppered the air with a rich scent that drowned out the small amount of perfume she wore. He noticed too that tonight she sported sleek leggings and a short sweater, showing off her narrow waistline and slim hips.

Reminding himself that she was human, her petite frame proof of how fragile she was, he fought his emotions even further.

Heather glanced at her car, and then down the street past him. “What did you have in mind?”

“We’re going to a small party, a werewolf gathering.”

The excitement that lit her face was all the proof he needed to see that she was up for the adventure. His emotions calmed even further when he saw how spending the evening with him pleased her.

“I accept your invitation.” She turned toward her car, and with her back to him added, “But I’m not the only one who needs an education.”

He stayed on her ass while she drove through town and back to her apartment. He was glad to see she was willing to drive with him, that she trusted him enough to allow him to escort her. He’d told her the other night that he would never hurt her, and he’d meant it.

Heather parked her car and got out, crossing her arms over her chest. “Am I dressed okay for this party of yours?”

He let his gaze drop down her. “You look damn good to me.”

A small smile crossed her face, the fresh scent of happiness filling the air around her. She didn’t move when he got out of the car. He slipped his arm around her, letting his fingers stray down her back, and then cupped her soft ass when he guided her around to the passenger door.

She turned before he could open the door for her. “Don’t get any ideas, Marc McAllister. I’m going with you for the education, remember that.”

He gripped her ass, pulling her to him, and then nibbled on her lower lip before she could stop him. “And an education is what you’re going to get,” he told her, and then pulled her in closer, needing to taste more of her.

When she relaxed into him, her body curving along his as she arched her back, giving what he demanded, his entire body turned rock-hard. More than anything he could devour her right here and now. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet. No woman had ever curved into him so perfectly.

A growl escaped him, his heart pumping furiously, blood rushing through him while his cock turned to stone.

“Marc,” she cried out, breaking off the kiss when she turned her head and gasped for air.

He could feast on her all night. And he just might do that.

Letting her go, he turned her around and opened the car door, giving her adorable ass a slight swat. “Get in,” he said, enjoying her disgruntled expression.

It didn’t take too long to drive out of town. He took his time driving along Hart Highway, enjoying the wonderful night sky that spread out before him. A run would be perfect later that evening. He needed to be out under this sky, feeling the crisp night air around him.

Once they reached Wright Creek Road he sensed Heather getting nervous. This would be good for her, and he knew she would be safe among his den and their friends. Pulling into the long drive that led back to the small cabin he’d lived in with his brothers up until recently, he parked among several other familiar cars.

“This is where my den lives,” he told her, enjoying how her eyes brightened in the dark with a mixture of curiosity and a bit of fear.

She got out on her own, and stood at the front of the car for a moment without following him toward the house. He turned, reaching for her when she hesitated.

“Remember what I told you,” he whispered, brushing his mouth over the warmth of her forehead, inhaling the perfumed scent of her shampoo. “I will never allow you to be hurt. Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” she nodded, looking up at him. “I believe you.”

Nonetheless, her nervousness increased when he opened the front door and led her in to his brother’s den, a mixture of rock music and the smell of beer greeting them.

 

Heather’s knees wobbled underneath her when she followed Marc into the small cabin. She was greeted by laughter coming from another room, and the enticing smell of barbeque.

The way Marc had yanked her away from her friends still had her rattled. Men just didn’t act like that, and that fact that he did, that he’d practically dragged her out of the café like a caveman would his woman, was beyond unbelievable. Men simply didn’t act like that. With all of her research on werewolves, she knew they were more aggressive than humans, but dragging her out?

He’d thrown her so off-guard, she hadn’t been able to think straight. But then he’d told her she was with him tonight, that they were going to a werewolf party, and all because he wanted to show her how werewolves really were.

Damn. If only he’d realized she’d gotten one hell of an education right there in the coffee shop. Werewolves were definitely more primitive than humans.

And she should be pissed at him for his actions. And she would be. As soon as she got over being pissed at herself for being so damned turned on by how he treated her.

She took a look around the small home that looked the way she’d picture any home would look with two young men living in it. The furniture was secondhand. There were little to no wall hangings. And a couple of open bottles of beer sat on the box crate that posed as a coffee table in front of the couch.

There was nothing to be nervous about, she told herself. Nonetheless, her heart pounded in her chest. This was a home full of werewolves, and they had all their friends over. They would know she was human.

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