by Jenika Snow
I headed back inside, shut and locked the door, and walked over toward the bedroom. I’d already set my suitcase on the full size mattress. The scent of pine was strong. I stared at the lantern, the small device casting an abundance of white light in the room. Once in a pair of sweats and oversized shirt, I got on the bed. Lying back on the mattress, I had my hands behind my head and stared at the wooden beams that made up the ceiling.
I was too tired to start a fire tonight, but that was on my list of things to do tomorrow. There was a woodshed beside the cabin, the owner letting me know that I could use as much as I wanted. I had been lucky to find this place, a friend of a friend putting in a good word for me. This was a private property, one not rented out to the public. And it was perfect.
The stress was already draining away, and as I reached over and shut off the lantern, casting the room in darkness, I dreamt that this wasn’t just a vacation, but my actual life.
Wolf
I’d seen her arrive at the cabin last night, her flash of red hair like its own beam of sun. I’d wanted her instantly, my body reacting in ways it never had before.
Instant wood.
Heart racing.
Everything in me demanding she was mine.
I’d seen her before on one of the rare occasions I’d gone into town, a pretty little thing who looked so damn innocent and vulnerable I’d just wanted to take a bite out of her.
It had to be fate that had her staying at the cabin just a short mile from mine. It had to be destiny that I’d be out hunting and see her arrive.
She was alone, boxes of what I assumed were supplies telling me she planned on staying here for quite some time.
Good, it would give me time to plan, to decide how to make her mine.
And I would. Fuck, I’d make her my captive.
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