“Your pack going to be coming after you?”
“Oh yeah.” Raze stayed between the man and the car, shielding Janine from his view the best he could.
The man sniffed the air. “She yours?”
Raze nodded.
“She know she’s yours?”
“No.” Raze shook his head.
“She know about us?”
“Some.”
“Nice to meet you, Raze. I’m Brent Falls.” He extended his hand to Raze and the two men shook briefly.
“Can you help us?”
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Rindy’s place. We’ll need to discuss your pack and get prepared for their arrival. I assume that will probably be pretty shortly.” Brent raised a brow at him in question.
“I’m guessing in a week at the most.” Raze figured it would take them that long to track them.
“See ya later.” Brent nodded and disappeared back into the thick woods.
Raze got back into the car and drove to the cabin as instructed.
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Janine awoke as the car came to a jarring halt. She jumped, and a warm hand landed gently on her arm. Raze stared at her intently, a small frown tugging at the corner of his full lips. She looked up and saw a small cabin tucked into a thick nest of towering trees.
“Are we at the sanctuary?” she asked after yawning.
“Yes.”
They both got out of the Jeep, and she followed him into the cabin. It was plain, but pristine. There wasn’t a speck of dust to be seen, and the view from the big windows on the back wall of the small living room was quite breathtaking. When they’d entered, Raze had wandered down the hallway from which he was now returning.
“There’s only one bedroom.”
“Oh.” She chewed at her lip. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“No. I will.” His face seemed to fall when he said the words.
Had he been expecting to sleep with her? She was still attracted to him.
She looked at him closely for the first time since she’d been kidnapped. He was well over six feet, his shoulders were wide, and his waist tapered neatly into narrow hips. His thighs were thick and his legs were long, and he reminded her of an athlete, lean and sinewy. He was a sexy man with an edge to him, a wildness, which was quite fitting considering what he was.
“I’m smaller. I won’t be as cramped on the couch. You won’t fit. You’re too big.” She eyed him from head to toe once again, gulping when she focused for a moment on the growing bulge behind his zipper.
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“Stop looking at me like that.” His voice came low, quiet, predatory.
“Like what?” she whispered.
He proceeded to show her exactly ‘like what’ by treating her body to a slow perusal with his gray eyes. Her skin heated everywhere they roamed, and she sucked in a breath when he focused his stare back on her face with his now glowing eyes.
“Like that.” The words rasped low from his throat.
“Your eyes are glowing again. That’s a werewolf thing isn’t it?”
“Yeah. They tend to do that when I’m feeling extra emotional, like angry or aroused.”
He walked toward her slowly, and she fought between her instincts to run and her desire to stay. He stopped right before the toes of his boots bumped into the toes of her sneakers and stared down at her. His arms hung at his sides, but his fingers slowly clenched and unclenched against his palms.
Finally, he reached up and dragged the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “You are so gorgeous.”
She scoffed. “I’m not—”
Before she could get the rest of the sentence out, he bent and took her lips. He cupped her nape in one hand, wound his other arm around her lower back, and pulled her firmly against him. His heat bled into her, and when she moaned, he slipped his tongue deep inside the cavern of her mouth and tasted her. Her knees nearly buckled, and she welcomed his kiss.
His hand moved in slow circles, massaging her lower back, and he dragged his fingers up her side, along her rib cage, around and down to her stomach and back up until they rested under her breast. She’d never met a man who could turn her on with such infinite ease. She didn’t understand what he saw in her. He was sexy, and sinfully beautiful. She had no doubt that women would fall at his feet. She was plain and on the chunky side.
She’d never considered herself ugly, but she wasn’t a sexy siren by any means. How was it that Raze was interested in her? Then it hit her, and she jerked her mouth from his.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned.
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“You think I’m your mate, don’t you?” She backed away from him slowly.
“Janine, please.”
“No. That’s why you are attracted to me, because of my scent. A man like you could never be interested in me.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He started for her.
She threw her hand up, halting his progress. “There is no way that someone who looks like you could find me attractive.”
“Why in God’s name would you say something like that? You are gorgeous.” His brows slanted down.
“I am not and you know it. I’m ordinary, a little overweight and you . . .
you are perfect. You’re not blind. You know
