David ignored him and did his best to hurry down the stairs and out to the street, where he threw himself into his Escalade and sped away. Damn, he needed his motorcycle back.
FRANKIE LET OUT a long sigh. Thirty-six hours. Thirty-six long, drawn-out hours, and Jace still wasn’t any closer to shifting than when he’d first started. They’d spent night and day standing in the middle of K9’s, trying every possible approach she could come up with, but with no success. Thirty-six never-ending hours, and still nothing.
“This is bullshit,” Jace growled.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “The more frustrated you get, the less this is going to work.” As much as she wanted him to lose his anger and cut the attitude, she couldn’t blame him. Even
“It’s not working to begin with. How can it possibly be any worse?”
She fought back a scream. If she had to hear one more complaint, she was going to rip her hair out by the roots, followed by Jace’s.
Marching straight up to him, she placed her hands on her hips. No way was she listening to any more whining. “Jace McCannon, you listen to me—now. It normally takes weeks to learn this, but you only have a matter of days, and we’ve already used up over twenty-four hours. I suggest you suck up your frustrations and shift.” She felt her teeth grind together as she battled back her impatience.
He frowned. “You really know how to put a guy in his place, don’t you?”
She poked him hard in the chest. “I’m packmaster, and you’re a temporary member of this pack. It’s my job to kick you into shape. Now shift.”
Jace let out a low growl. “Fine.” He dropped into his lowered stance.
She stepped back to the edge of the platform. He needed to do this. They couldn’t waste any more time. “Use your anger and frustration, Jace, but exercise control. You’re in charge of your emotions. Push your anger inside you. Push it to the place you feel stirring when the moon is full. Concentrate.”
Jace’s muscles strained, his irises taking on the intense fire they possessed every time he urged his body to change. She circled behind him, watching his every move. She had to make sure he was focused.
He growled. “Why can’t I do this?”
“You’re not focusing.” She walked in front of him. “Jace, you need to focus.”
He clenched his fists and glared at her.
She sighed. “Think about the victims. If you don’t shift soon, more innocent women will die.”
He crouched farther down. “I will
She watched as all the muscles in his body strained. His loud cry reverberated off the walls. Beads of sweat ran down his face, and she could see the anger flowing through him from his head all the way to his...fingertips?
He let out an exasperated grunt. Her eyes widened.
“Jace!” she yelled. His hands were beginning to transition. “Don’t stop.”
Ignoring her, he straightened to his full height and snapped, “More people will die, all because I can’t fucking shift.”
“Jace, look at your hands.” Frankie grabbed hold of one wrist and shoved it toward his face.
The air around his fingers and palm vibrated as if it were bending to his will. A slight layer of hair sprouted over his knuckles, before it quickly disappeared.
He met Frankie’s eyes. “Holy shit. Well, that’s progress, at least.”
She smiled, and her grin stretched from ear to ear. Relief filled her. A few more tries and he might be able to do it. But she had to pace him. If he wore himself out, it would never happen, and his frustration was already about to skyrocket.
She cleared her throat. “You can do this. But for now, take a break.”
Jace’s hands fell to his sides. “Thank God.” He walked to the edge of the platform and grabbed a bottle of water. He turned away and chugged the bottle. When he was finished, she watched as he recapped it, then patted his pockets. “Damn it. I left my smokes in my coat. Gotta run to the car.” He set the bottle down and jogged out of the room.
Once he left, she allowed her mind a moment of peace. It had been too long since she’d danced. One hour of the familiar salsa movements and she would feel refreshed. Without thought, she moved her hips in a sensual rhythm, dancing with the confidence that no one was watching her while she daydreamed.
She spun around in a controlled twirl, then stopped mid-spin. Jace was standing on the other side of the platform, his gaze locked onto her. Her eyes widened, and heat burned across her face as she blushed. “Sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to dance, so I couldn’t help myself.”
He shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I was enjoying watching you.”
The blush on her cheeks deepened, and the heat spread to the lower parts of her body, radiating all the way to her core. She stared down at the platform. With one look, he could make all her resolve melt. She bit her lower lip and tried push away the thought of him sheathing himself inside her. If only she could be with him one more time. But one more time would never be enough. She would always want more.
She fought not to cringe as she thought of their sex-capade in Shane’s apartment. Damn it. She should have found a way to tell him that she’d choked on her words. She’d wanted to tell him not to leave, that she wanted him, but she’d screwed up royally in so many ways. He resented her for numerous reasons now: lying to him, the debacle at Shane’s apartment, not to mention the situation with Alejandro. It was no wonder he’d been so cold, so angry, with her. As frustrating as he could be, how could she not forgive his stupid behavior when her own actions were the cause?
She scrambled to change subjects. “I usually have a partner to dance with.” She sighed. “Alejan—” She started to say Alejandro’s name but caught herself. “Salsa just isn’t as much fun without a partner.”
A smug smile spread across his face. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. I’ll dance with you.”
Her head shot up, and she met his eyes. “You’re kidding, right?”
“I can take a hint when I hear one. You want to dance with me,” he said, and winked.
She placed her hands on her hips. “Quit teasing me. I wasn’t asking you to dance, and you know it.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I know. But why not give it a try anyway?”
She eyed him up and down with a skeptical expression. “You really want to?”
He shrugged and stepped toward her. “Why the hell not? It beats standing here trying to shift and looking like a moron while I’m doing it.”
She paused for a moment. He was right. Why not?
Because it would make her want him again. Because her body would kick into overdrive despite the protests from her brain. Because he would undoubtedly push her away afterward. On the other hand, dancing would help take his mind off his frustration, and that might help him learn to shift more quickly. Before she could change her mind, she walked over and stopped in front of him, staring up into his face.
“Give me your hands,” she said.
He placed his palms in hers, and his touch sent a familiar electric shock pulsing through her body. Every nerve inside her stood on edge. Without prompting, he pulled her close until she was flush against his body. His warmth flooded over her skin, and it took every ounce of self-control she had not to kiss him right there, to ask him to make love to her in the middle of the club. She hated the way her body responded to him so readily.
“The man normally leads in salsa, but for now, just let me lead you.” She glanced at him again. It was so hard to look away when she was so close. A deep longing burned in her chest as he returned her gaze.
“Step back. Now forward. Now back, and extend your left foot.”
With extreme gentleness, he cradled her in his arms. He was a natural lead, and not even Alejandro’s trained touch could rival how sweetly he held her. His movements were surprisingly polished and smooth. Nothing like the gruff man she knew him to be every time he opened his mouth. He was tender with her now, as he’d been in those rare moments when they were intimate or at those chance times when she’d caught him staring at her.
She bit her lower lip. Dredging up those horrible moments in Shane’s apartment would do her no good. Still,
