It’s possible to alter certain parts and keep the rest human, but not for me, not right now. My wolf blood is pumping too hotly, too full of Ruby.
If I changed now, indulged for even half a second, I’d be leaping across the rooftops before I had a chance to think about it.
In broad daylight.
I’d howl. I’d run to her.
I’d take her in my wolfish jaws and....
“No, no,” I snarl. “Fuckingno.”
I turn away from the roof, pacing to the other end, opening and closing my paws.
Myhands.
Fuck.
Even my thoughts are straying to the wolf.
When I step inside, I try to focus on work. There’s always plenty to do, between helping the marketing team, arranging for additional gyms to be opened, charity work, and new business deals...always more to keep me busy and focused.
But I can’t focus. Even in my office, it feels impossible with the air conditioning blasting, supposedly masking her scent.
I wonder if I’m imagining how her scent drifts through the walls, tickling my nose.
My mind is alight with Ruby, taking her wolfishly, savagely, bending her over in the most primal way, and holding onto her hips.
Then I’ll crash into her innocent soaked slit, pound into her from behind, her shapely ass bouncing against my abs. I’ll lean over as the release comes, biting down softly on her shoulder, growling as I explode, and then…
And then the predictable happens when I bite her.
I change.
The consequences are too terrible to think about.
* * *
It’s nighttime, and I’m driving.
I know I shouldn’t be. I know what I’m doing, even as I tell myself I’m not.
I’mnotfollowing her scent.
I’mnotfighting the urge to leap from the car into the middle of the road. I will not change mid-leap, erupting out of my clothes and bounding through the city.Who am I kidding!
Nothing would stop me, not cars, not people, not the fact it would destroy everything Liam’s worked so hard to build.
He was the one who took up Jo’s task of finding and helping wolves.
It’s more difficult now, since the most recent cull, since the hunters improved their new tracking technology.
But even so, I keep driving, her tangy-sweet, inviting, sweaty, just-her scent leading me closer and closer.
I know I’m heading to her address. She gave it to me on the employment form when she started to work for me.
But I wouldn’t need to know it to understand I’m getting closer to her. I’ve been there before, just by a different method.
My nose tingles again. My hands strain on the steering wheel, flexing, my knuckles pressing against my skin.