Werewulf Journals 2: Trolling for Love by Camille Anthony Read Free Book Online Page B

hills of Scotland. His skin glowed with the warmth of an even tan except beneath his pant line, where he was fair and pale under his dense body hair. His hands, though, were a nice warm brown a shade darker than tan, with a brush of short, coarse hair at knuckles and wrists that lent a masculine grace and beauty to the powerful appendages.
    Entangled with his, Melody’s hands were colored a deeply shadowed mocha -- the dark brown of fresh-tilled ground, loamy and rich in minerals. They complemented each other.
    “You accepted my apology and still wouldn’t fuck me.” She raised disbelieving eyes to his, humor bubbling over. “I mean ... come on, Hunter! There’s a term for your level of sexual need in the medical books -- satyriasis. In other words, you’re always ready to fuck.
    There’s no way in hell you’d pass up a chance to have sex with me ...” She sobered. “... not unless you thought it would harm me in some way.”
    His hands tightened on hers. “First off, I’m no damned satyr! Satyrs are always horny.
    They’ll fuck anyone and anything, with or without consent. Secondly, the only woman I’m always ready to fuck is you.”
    “But you didn’t,” Melody pointed out, “and thereby I rest my case. So I’ll ask you again ... what are you protecting me from? And don’t try to lie to me again. I don’t like it. I’m a grown woman and can face anything life dishes out as long as we face it together.”
    Hunter released her hands and stood to pace about the room. His naked body gave off waves of nervous energy that Melody could almost feel crawling along her skin. The fine hairs on her arms and legs stood up, electrified by the wash of static in the air at his passing.

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    “You’re right, and I’m sorry, but I make no apologies for trying to shield you from this. I’m your mate, and it’s my job to see you content.”
    Melody snorted. “It must be true what they say about canines having smaller brains!
    Do I look like I’m content right now? Start talking, buddy.”
    Running his hands through his hair, he finally told her what had precipitated their fight. “While I was at the office earlier, clearing up paperwork from the last gig, I got a call from Chase. He --”
    “The cousin who was supposed to come and talk with Fortrayn and Rosa about Andrea?”
    Hunter jolted to a standstill. Hands on his hips, he frowned down at her. “Please, honey, don’t interrupt me. This is hard enough to get through without losing my train of thought.”
    “Sorry. Continue.” Her meek reply seemed to placate him, for he resumed his tale and his pacing.
    “He should have been here three weeks ago, but a crisis in New York held him up.
    When he called, I thought he wanted to tell me the time his plane would be coming in so I could pick him up from the airport.” A snarl ripped from his lips. “Imagine my surprise when the next thing out of his mouth was a warning to make my claim on you official or he would take you from me.”
    “What?” Melody shot up off the bed, her eyes wide, mouth falling open in disbelief.
    “Could he do that, Hunter? Could he force me to go with him?” Fear clawed its way up her spine, spilling chills down her arms and legs. The thought of anyone other than Hunter touching her, loving her, frightened the hell out of her.
    She scurried over to Hunter and burrowed her body into his outstretched arms. “I thought you were the one in charge of this area. Does he outrank you?”
    Hunter swept his huge hand down her back, soothing and calming her. “Take it easy, Melody. Calm down. I have you, and you’re safe. He’ll have to challenge. He doesn’t outrank me and can’t just dance in here and claim you.”
    She shuddered, her mind racing over the possibilities. The fact that Hunter was telling her this indicated he didn’t consider it a light threat. She couldn’t believe -- didn’t want to let herself believe -- that some wulf could actually waltz in and