by Kyle, Celia
But that didn’t mean they were allowed to rub their unimpressive members against her ass. Shaking her head, Jane gently pulled away. She wasn’t going to make a scene by breaking the dude’s arm. Unfortunately, the guy was an idiot. A drunk idiot, but still an idiot. He caught her wrist and tugged her back against him once more.
“Don’t leave, angel. You’re perfect right where you are.”
“Not so much,” she yelled above the music.
“We’re just getting started.”
“No, you’re not.”
The voice was deep and gruff and unfamiliar, and it set the hairs on her arms standing on end. So much more masculine than the whining tenor of the man who’d been grinding up on her. The warm evening air whispered over the crowd, delicate flavors of the sea intermingled with the aroma of those around her. Then she caught his scent.
Not bland or vague like human men. He was all musk, mountain air, and leather. Scents that crept into her and taunted her wolf. Exactly the way a man ought to smell.
Jane craned her neck to get a good look at him, but only a dark shadow slanted out from a commandingly tall frame. In the span of a blink, the human was ripped away and this new man took his place. Strong hands grasped her hips and a muscular body aligned with her curves. She melted into his firm touch, moving with the music without thinking as she breathed him in. His scent teased and taunted her, making her head spin with the flavors.
God, nobody had smelled this tempting in years. Not since she’d left her pack. Not since…
She breathed deeper and caught a rustic woodiness that was all too familiar. If she didn’t know any better, she’d guess he was a wolf too. But that was impossible, right?
Of all the random bars in all the random states, what were the odds two wolves would wind up dancing together in the same beachside bar?
Jane’s brain wanted her to turn and ask him, but her body wanted to continue moving in perfect time with his. So, she remained silent and let her body take the lead, reveling in the hard lines of his abs and a particularly tempting hardness against her ass. The more they danced, the more Jane was sure the man overwhelming her with his mere scent wasn’t human.
He gripped her hips tighter as a new song began, and her wolf purred with happiness. With him snug against her, Jane ached for him to explore her body, to turn her around and let her feel every massive inch of his body hidden beneath his tight jeans.
Yet his hands stayed in place as her heartbeat soared.
Seriously? This was insane. She didn’t even know what the dude looked like, but already her body howled for him to take her. She wanted him to run his work-calloused palms over her breasts and tease her right there on the dance floor. She felt more alive than ever—swaying with the music and allowing her body to move as she desired.
She rolled her hips, rubbing her ass against this man’s growing need. Heat raced through her, a desperate throb taking up residence at the juncture of her thighs. She repeated the tempting move and figured it’d only be minutes before he finally lost control and took her. All she had to do was get him there.
The song switched again and a deep, rumbling bassline echoed the low pulse of need between her thighs. Swiveling her hips in time with the music, Jane pushed her ass up against him a hint harder, delighting in his surprised gasp.
“You’re trying to tease me,” he growled in her ear. That deep rumble had the tips of her breasts tightening into hard pebbles.
“Is it working?” she whispered in return.
Gripping her harder, he spun her to face him and held her just as snugly as he had before. She faced a broad wall of muscle covered by a loose linen shirt tucked neatly into a pair of snug jeans. It took every ounce of strength for Jane not to sink her fangs into his flesh and claim him. Hopefully he wouldn’t see how badly she drooled at the idea.
It felt like it took a year for her to crane her neck far enough to meet the stranger’s gaze. Then her heartbeat stuttered.
For a moment, all she could see were harsh lines, and then his feral beauty came into focus. His jaw was made of stone, and his light brown eyes held mesmerizing flecks of gold. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, even if she wanted to.
Without a word, his eyes flickered from brown to a glowing amber, confirming her suspicions. Whatever the odds, he was a werewolf, and somehow they’d found each other. When she flashed her own amber eyes, he growled in approval.
“Thought so,” he muttered, his eyes never wavering from hers—more amber than brown now. “Name?”
“Jane. You?”
“Reese.”
The rumble of his animalistic voice sent another thrill of pleasure straight to her core. She could probably come right there if he’d just keep talking.
His next words took her right to the edge. “Let’s go.”
It wasn’t a question and she didn’t mind his demanding tone one bit.
Thick, warm fingers wrapped around her hand and Jane followed along eagerly as he led her through the crowd. His restraint at not tearing everyone in their way to shreds was admirable and everything, but Jane’s wolf howled at her to get down to business already. She had a scratch that only Reese could reach. She wanted him more than anything or anyone else in her entire life.
Being so close to him, covered in his scent and body prepared to accept every inch of his cock…
Nothing had ever felt more right.
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About the Authors
Celia Kyle
Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances. It goes without saying that there’s always a happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few road bumps along the way. Today she lives in central Florida and writes full-time with the support of her loving husband and two finicky cats.
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Marina Maddix
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Marina Maddix is a romantic at heart, but hates closing the bedroom door on her readers. Her stories are sweet, with just enough spice to make your mother blush. She lives with her husband and cat near the Pacific Ocean, and loves to hear from her fans.
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