A Jaguar's Kiss by Katie Reus Read Free Book Online

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    were ripped off and strewn around, but nothing was
    dragged away or eaten.” Owen’s jaw clenched tight. “There
    have been two almost identical attacks since then and like I
    told you before, the last one was closer to town, right on the
    outskirts.”
    Gabriela was thoughtful as she peeled back the foil
    wrapping on the chocolate bar. “Have you or anyone in your
    pack pissed someone off recently? Does someone want
    your land?” Her family certainly didn’t. After getting Skyler
    settled in at Israel’s house she’d final y gone home and
    talked to her parents. Her father was angry over the whole
    situation and her mother was distraught and worried about
    their place in the community—fearful they might have to
    move eventual y. Not to mention they hadn’t been able to
    run free like normal and that was never good for a shifter.
    Owen shook his head. “We keep to ourselves and a lot of
    the younger wolves are away at col ege right now, anyway.
    There’s no one to cause trouble, even minor mischief. None
    of these attacks make sense.”
    Staring into the dancing flames, she took a bite of
    chocolate before putting one of the marshmal ows over the
    smal fire.
    “How’d you know I’d be here?” The quiet question
    snapped her gaze toward him.
    Swal owing hard, she tried to shrug casual y but the
    action came off jerky and awkward. “It was only a guess. I
    didn’t know if you stil came here, but…” She shrugged
    again, feeling stupid because she couldn’t find the words.
    His eyes seemed to darken as he watched her.
    Mesmerized, she couldn’t force herself to look away. It was
    as if he’d captured her and she had no wil power left. Even
    though his eyes didn’t move from her face, it was like he
    was undressing her, remembering what they’d shared that
    morning. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on her part
    because she couldn’t seem to get rid of the deliciously
    erotic memory.
    The image of his head between her legs kept flashing in
    her mind no matter how hard she tried to banish it. Feeling
    her cheeks flush she tried to look away. She real y did. But
    it was impossible.
    His eyes narrowed a fraction, as if he actual y could read
    her mind. “What are you thinking about?” His already deep
    voice dropped an octave, taking on a wildly seductive
    quality and she felt herself drowning.
    “This morning,” she breathed out. No! Why had she
    admitted that out loud?
    A flicker of surprise crossed his features, but it quickly
    faded as he scooted a few inches closer to her. He placed
    his marshmal ow roaster on one of the logs next to the fire.
    “I haven’t stopped thinking about it, either. Not the way you
    taste…or the way you look when you come.”
    Now her face flushed even hotter. Maybe she should feel
    embarrassed but the only thing running through her veins
    was a hot, burning need that ate her alive from the inside
    out. It was like a live thing inside her, growing, building,
    scorching .
    And Owen was the only one who could help her.
    With shaking hands, she unzipped her dark jacket with
    the faux-fur lining around the hood and shrugged it off.
    Underneath she wore a simple long-sleeved, green T-
    shirt…and no bra.
    It didn’t matter that she harbored hurt feelings deep
    inside her; the most primal part of her was drawn to him.
    She knew it was her jaguar and had a lot to do with biology.
    But he was the only person she’d ever loved. Right now she
    didn’t want to think about the past or any of that. She just
    wanted to spend a night in Owen’s arms. After the hel ish
    past few months she’d had, dealing with the deaths of her
    entire team on an Op turned so very bad, she wanted to
    feel alive again. And damn Owen, he made her feel safe in
    a way she didn’t understand. Even while he scared the crap
    out of her because of those feelings, she knew she’d be
    completely safe in his arms. Anything was better than the
    smothering guilt at being the only