Her Lone Wolves by Diana Castle Read Free Book Online Page B

the lingering aroma of Jane's cunt boiling his blood, there was no telling what he might do. He might even Change, rip Caleb and Avery apart before they had a chance to and then take Jane as his own.
    “She ain’t yours,” Caleb said, drawing Everett’s attention back to him. Caleb’s face with rigid with anger and lust. “And I’m not going to let you claim her.”
    Jane shot up from the table. “What is it with you three? Are you all crazy? I told you. I'm not anyone's.”
    Caleb laughed, but it was a hard, bitter sound. “You hear that, Everett? Is that it? Is that what’s happened to us? We gone crazy up here?”
    “We’re not crazy. Nothing’s changed.” Everett looked sharply over at Jane. “It's her.”
    “Oh, so now you're going to blame her for your failure as Clan leader. Is that it? Still too much of a coward to own up to it yourself.”
    “Shut the fuck up.” He didn’t need anyone, least of all Caleb, reminding him of how he had failed.
    “Or what?” Caleb belligerently thrust his chin out. “You gonna kill me?”
    “I'll do whatever I have to.”
    “No, Everett, you won’t.” Avery moved next to his twin. “You kill him and I'll kill you. I swear I will.”
    Everett’s eyes narrowed. He'd had enough of this. “You can try. But I got no qualms about killing you too.”
    “Stop it,” Jane shouted. “All of you just stop it.”
    She fled the dining room. Everett heard her run up the stairs and then the guest bedroom door slamming.
    “Nice going,” Caleb said sneeringly. “You’ve scared the shit out of her. She probably thinks we're all serial killers now.”
    “Doesn't matter what she thinks,” Everett said. “As long as she doesn’t find out the truth.”
    He left the dining room. Things were swiftly coming to a dangerous head. He had to get her out of here before it was too late.
    Damn it all to hell, if only this storm would let up and the pass were clear and Jane Evans were on her way back to her life and out of his.

Chapter Seven
     
    Jane angrily paced across the carpet in the guest bedroom, her hands balling into fists. Damn Everett McKinnon! It wasn’t her fault she'd wound up stuck in the mountains during a blizzard with three strange and, apparently, murderous men. She didn’t know for sure if they had committed murder, but they sure had no problems threatening to kill each other.
    As for Everett treating her like a child by ordering her up to her room, he’d no right to do that. He certainly lorded it over Caleb and Avery. Acted as if he was their warden and they were his prisoners.
    But she also couldn’t deny the undisputable animal magnetism he possessed. Not only because of his powerfully built body which, she had to admit, was impressive enough, but he also gave off a dangerous aura of authority and control. And the more she was around him and the other two who, in their own ways, were just as captivating, the hornier she was becoming. And the last thing she wanted or needed was to get involved with any of them.
    She decided to remain in the guest bedroom. Just to be on the safe side. There was no computer or television in the room, but fortunately there were plenty of books. Mostly books on travel. She spent the day either reading or taking short catnaps.
    Once, while she'd been reading a book of cowboy poetry that she found in amid the travelogues, she heard footsteps approaching from the hall. She immediately tensed, but she didn’t know if it was from fear or anticipation.
    The footsteps stopped just outside the door. As she held her breath, whoever it was stood for a moment and then, as if he’d changed his mind, walked away. She had no idea if it had been Avery, Caleb or Everett.
    She fell asleep again soon after. When she woke up, she saw by the clock on the dresser it was almost seven. There was hollowness in her stomach. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
    She got up from the bed, left the room and went down to the lower level. Just as she was