as her heart beat in her ears. After he walked to the corner of the room, he lay down and curled his body into a tight ball.
She could open the door and make her escape before he made it across the room. She could be free of this man who both excited and frightened her.
She wasn’t so sure she wanted to escape. He may look like her kidnappers, but he had proven by his actions that he was nothing like them.
Her stomach fluttered as the wolf’s blue gaze locked on her from across the room. If he were going to hurt her, he would have done so by now.
Her hand fell away from the doorknob as she took a hesitant step toward the wolf. When he didn’t move, she stepped closer until she was a foot away.
Crouching down, she looked at the beast staring her through Damon’s blue eyes.
“Damon?” She winced. Could he even understand English? “Can you understand what I’m saying?”
He lifted his head off his paws and let out a whimper.
She grinned. Maybe he did understand her after all.
She held out her hand. His large tongue lapped across her knuckles and she laughed. Gingerly, she ran her fingertips through his lush gray fur.
She sat on the floor with her legs crossed, staring at the massive animal in front of her. How was this possible? How could a wolf exist within a man’s body? And why did he insist that she was a wolf as well?
She stroked his soft head until he belly crawled closer. She held her breath as he put his head in her lap.
“Hey, watch the snout, buddy.” She shot him a glare when his nose came a little too close to her crotch.
He lifted his head and gave her a toothy grin.
Wolves didn’t grin, right?
He stood and walked back to the corner.
The wolf began to change, his limbs lengthened and his pelt receded until Damon lay naked in the corner.
Her lips parted as she continued to stare, unable to drag her gaze away from his nakedness.
Damon was perfection, his body constructed of hard muscles, tanned flesh, and a face that would even tempt angels to sin.
He eased up to a sitting position, obviously comfortable with his nakedness. Trying to have a conversation while he was completely nude was impossible. She grabbed the comforter off the bed and handed it to him.
“Thanks.” His gravelly voice had her stomach tingling in a very naughty way.
She stroked her arm as her gaze traveled over his body. A large, winged tattoo with eyes peeking out covered the entire span of his back. Black tribal tattoos circled his biceps. His muscled chest had a sprinkling of dark hairs, while his six-pack abs was bare. Right above the comforter, the dark hair started again in a downward vee toward his…
“What does the tattoo on your back signify?” Ava cleared her throat and squeezed her eyes shut. She needed to get a grip and stop fantasizing about how big a package the man was sporting.
“It’s the symbol of Pack Guardian.” He shifted his intense gaze at her. “You screamed.”
Her eyes popped open. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“You said you wouldn’t scream.”
“What did you expect? You turned into a freaking wolf. Not just a regular wolf but a really big wolf. A freakishly big wolf.” She propped her hands on her hips.
He ran his large hand across his face. His biceps rippled under the action. She wondered how his muscles moved when he was having sex. Really hot, sweaty, all-night-long sex.
“Now do you believe me?”
“What?” She dragged her gaze and her dirty mind from his massive arms up to his eyes. Her face heated. He had asked her a question. “I was wrong. You’re a wolf.”
“You’re a wolf too, Ava.”
“That’s not possible. I have never done what you just did, my friend.” She moved toward the door. She needed to get some air to clear her head or she was going to jump his body right where he stood.
He grabbed her hand, spun her around, and let the comforter fall to the floor.
God help her, she couldn’t resist looking. Her gaze dipped down. Her breath caught
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