Wicked: Devils Point Wolves #2 (Mating Season Collection) by Mating Season Collection, Eliza Gayle Read Free Book Online Page A

made her wet. Talk about inconvenient.  
    As she tried to bank the building heat inside her, Dante’s head shot up and his nostrils flared.  
    “You’re aroused,” he said.
    Oh crap.
    “You are, I can scent it.” A slightly amused smile crossed his face.
    “GD shifter senses. I am not aroused, I’m irritated. Let’s go.” She tried to pull him out of the room and he stayed rooted to the spot.  
    “You can’t lie to me.” He stared at her, looking deep.  
    She tried to out stare him but the man was tenacious beyond belief obviously oblivious to the pain in his arm. “Fine,” she said. “But it doesn’t matter because I wasn’t lying about being irritated. Although make that pissed. You locked me in a basement.”
    “For your own good. And I’ll do it again if I have to. I won’t let anyone hurt what’s mine.”
    “The fact you aren’t a little sorry for scaring the living hell out of me just pisses me off more. Now, let's go before I change my mind about helping you.” She ignored the little tidbit about “mine.” She chalked it up to the adrenalin talking.  
    This time when she pulled his hand, he followed.
    “Better scared than dead, yes?”
    How was she supposed to argue that logic? “Then the least you can do is install a stupid phone down there or something. And a clock!” She shook her head. Why on earth did she want to stay on this island? That was the million dollar question wasn’t it? And the question she already knew the answer to despite his pig headed behavior.  
    She was in love with a wolf.

    ***

    Rebel stood back and admired her handiwork. “Not bad if I say so myself. And almost a painless process.”
    “Speak for yourself. You digging in there with your pink glittery tweezers was no hunt on a full moon. It hurt like hell.”
    She frowned. “Why didn’t you say something? I would have tried to be more gentle.”
    He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her between his legs where he sat on a stool. “No need. It had to come out and now that it has, I’ll heal a lot faster.” His voice lowered. “I’m impressed you were willing to remove it in the first place.”
    “It was no hunt on a full moon, but I survived.”
    He threw back his head and laughed, a deep rumble she felt low in her belly.  
    “Already picking up the lingo. Does that mean you’ve decided to stay?”
    She tried to pull away and he gripped her waist tighter.
    “Don’t leave me,” he said.
    “I—I can’t stay and you know it.” It was going to rip her in two to leave, but watching him try to be something he couldn’t would hurt far worse. He deserved a bond like Faith and Damien and the only way that could happen was if she left.
    “Then why were you trying to get me in bed earlier?”
    Rebel winced. Why couldn’t he have forgotten that part? So much had happened since that unfortunate moment out on the deck. Was it really still the same night? The way the sky was beginning to lighten outside his bank of windows the night was over and so was her chance.  
    “We’ve both been up all night and you’ve got to be ready to crash. I know I am.” Except her crash and burn was coming from a broken heart.
    “Agreed. We both need sleep.” He stood and scooped her into his arms.
    “Dante, what are you doing?” She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.
    “Taking you to bed so you can sleep.” He started walking up another set of stairs.
    “That’s not what I meant. I need to go back to my motel.”
    “No.” He must have sensed her agitation because he softened his tone. “I’m tired, babe. You are too. I have a big bed and having you next to me will assist the healing process.”
    “Is that a shifter thing?”
    He nudged a door at the top of the steps open and walked through it. “Mmmhmm.” He set her down on the edge of a big very soft bed that look a hundred times more inviting than her crappy motel bed. She was tired.  
    “Here.” Dante handed her a shirt. “You can