in the back of her throat. He was big everywhere.
“You are a wolf, Ava.”
She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the heat that was building between her legs. “No, I’m not. If I had been bitten by one of you, I would have known. Judging by those teeth you were sporting, the pain would definitely be memorable.”
He snarled. “You don’t have to be bitten by a wolf in order to shift.”
“Yeah?” Her eyes popped open. “Then how does one become a werewolf?” Her gaze dipped toward his huge erection then back at the ceiling. Her face heated. She couldn’t continue to hold a conversation if he refused to cover up.
“You have to be born with the gene.”
“So my parents were werewolves?” She frowned as she forced herself to look him in the eye.
“No, just one of them. You father, most likely.”
“You’re saying there are more werewolves in Little Rock?”
He grinned. “Our whole base is werewolves.”
She shook her head. “I thought it was a military town. I mean, you guys always wear camouflage and carry guns. I’ve even seen all those Hummers locked inside the fence behind the Council Hall.”
“We operate to the human world like military to cover our true identities. If the world knew we existed, it would be a total witch-hunt until we were all eradicated. Having the access to a few rocket launchers comes in handy when it comes to guarding our Pack.”
“Guarding the Pack from whom?”
“Other wolf packs that want what we have.” He seared her with his gaze.
She shifted under his stare. “If I’m a wolf, why haven’t I transformed?”
“Shifted. Transform is what robots do in the movies.”
He really needed to put some jeans on. Trying to have a conversation while averting her eyes from his crotch was hard work. “Fine, then why haven’t I shifted?”
“How old are you?” His eyes drifted down her body like he was analyzing her every curve. She wished it were his hands analyzing her body and not his gaze.
“How old do you think I am?” She propped one hand on her hip and thrust out her breasts. It was her signature pose that men couldn’t resist. That’s how she gotten through college without having to pay for beer.
The corners of his mouth curved up in a sexy grin as he leaned in closer. “I don’t ever guess a woman’s age. It might get me in trouble.”
His scent hit her, curled around her, as she inhaled deep. She gritted her teeth, irritated that he was even having this effect on her in the first place. It did nothing for her ego that he wasn’t even a little attracted to her. He’d done nothing but glare and argue with her since he rescued her.
She leaned closer, her lips only an inch from his, and inhaled. “Damon, somehow I find it hard to believe you stay out of trouble.”
***
Damon curled his fingers into fists to keep from pulling Ava into his arms and stripping her naked.
Females usually kept their distance. But no, not Ava. Instead of heeding the danger and staying away, she leaned in and sniffed him.
His gaze dropped to her parted lips. All he could think about was sinking his teeth into her flesh as he drove himself, balls deep, inside her body until she cried out his name.
“I’m nothing but trouble.” It came out as a growl, as he leaned closer.
She blushed as she met his gaze, yet still didn’t move away.
His gaze drifted down to her breasts. Her hard nipples pressing against the thin material of the T-shirt made his dick swell and ache. Lust fueled his brain until all he could see and smell was her.
His mind went blank, leaving only animal instinct. If she insisted on playing with fire, then he was going to light the match.
He wrapped his hand around her waist and tugged her against his chest. His mouth covered hers, dominating and hard, claiming her full attention.
He thrust his tongue inside her hot, sweet, mouth, kissing her hard and deep. His mind became dizzy with how sexy she tasted. If he kissed her for an eternity, he
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