Page 60 of Moonlighting with the Werewolf

Already she was pursing her lips. As much as I hated it, I couldn’t have it both ways. I couldn’t keep Kerrigan sheltered from the pack and expect them to trust her.

I lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles, leaving my lips on the top of them as I spoke.

“Remember how you wanted to attend a pack meeting with me?”

“Yeah, the first night I came to the compound, before I realized that’d be like strolling into a tiger’s cage with raw stakes strapped to my person.” Dawning spread across her face, slow and steady like a sunrise. One that meant your last day on earth. “You’re not saying...”

“I’ll protect you. With the attacks steadily increasing, we need to formulate a better, proactive strategy.”

In the name of preserving feelings, I considered softening the rest, but it’d be unfair to keep her in the dark. “A significant number of werewolves still believe you’re a witch, and several claimed they’d rather die than allow you to treat them. Which is totally unacceptable. We can’t give up before the battle’s even begun. The best way to address it is for them to see you for who you truly are. A smart, kind, and incredible doctor who’s helped our injured werewolves, saved Justin’s and Elias’s lives, and has my complete and utter faith and trust.”

Unfortunately, Kerrigan didn’t suddenly appear reassured and ready to be fed to the wolves.Damn. How did I expect her abandon her doubts when my own betrayed me?

Her safety was one thing I could guarantee, so I clung to that—I’d already pulled the pin on the grenade; no reason to wait till it blew up in my face. “You’ll only have to speak for ten minutes. Fifteen tops.” I laced our fingers and implored her with my eyes to please believe in me as much as I believed in her and do as Iasked. Although my obstinate nature wouldn’t permit my mouth to form a word meant for feeble people who begged instead of demanded.

Please spare our lives. At least the lives of our children...I batted away the memory that’d been rising far too often lately.

I brought our entwined hands to my chest, to where my heart hammered out a steady rhythm. “I’ll take care of you, I swear.”

Kerrigan put on a brave front that the wobble in her voice immediately betrayed. “What’s fifteen minutes? I could survive most anything that long, save maybe a gunshot wound or the whole throat-ripping thing, right?”

My muscles coiled, ready to unleash death and damnation. Ironic, considering I should kick my own ass for causing her to fret over that second one. “No would dare defy me like that, I assure you. I’d rip them limb from limb and stick their head on a pike as a warning.”

Unadulterated shock registered on Kerrigan’s face. I wouldn’t take it back, though. Weakness got you and the people you loved killed. “While I appreciate how safe I’ll feel next to you, let’s count to ten before going that far, m’kay? My medical skills are stellar enough I might be able to pull off a limb reattachment. The head, however, is a no-go.”

“Budging on the subject of your safety is also a no-go,” I said.

“Conall, be reasonable—er, less unreasonable.”

“We’ve talked about this. It’s not in my nature, and I’m afraid I can’t be, especially when it comes to you.”

She sighed. “I guess I’ll just call it a draw, since there for a second, I thought you were going to dump me again.”

“Take a break, you mea?—”

Kerrigan cut off the rest of my words with a kiss. “Do you really want to spend the hour we have arguing?”

“Good point.” On our way out of the office, I informed Sasquatch that if anyone asked, he had no idea where I was, and rushed Kerrigan to my cabin.

The instant the door shut, we stripped as though we were in a race. Even better, no matter who was naked first, we both won.

As I had less layers, I technically came in first. Bonus, I got to stand and watch as she bent to remove her jeans, leaving her in nothing but her hot pink bra and a teeny-tiny thong that matched.

A squeak fell from her lips as I charged, the quick pace at which she backpedaled triggering my predatory instincts. Within seconds, I caught up to her and pushed her against the nearest wall.

The slip and slide of our skin awakened my carnal side, and I nipped at her neck, her jaw, her lower lip. I slanted my mouth over hers and swept my tongue inside, determined to taste every inch. I groped her over her bra, annoyed at the fabric for being in the way, so I yanked, hard enough to rip it right off her, grinning at the loudrip.

“Conall”—she smacked my arm—“that was one of my nicest bras.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” I bunched the triangle of her thong in my fist. “Might as well buy you a pair of panties, too.” Her sharp intake of breath accompanied the extending of my claws. The fabric shredded so easily, the resulting pink ribbons falling to the floor.

“I swear. We’ve got that big meeting coming up, and now I’m not going to have underwear.”

“Overrated, babe. I go commando all the time.”

She shook her head and then reached for me, but I wasn’t ready to give over control. I snagged her wrists, lifted her arms over her head, and manacled both of them in my fist. Slowly Iraked my gaze over her, relishing the way her body arched as she fought against her restraints.

“Don’t worry. I know what you want.” My free hand went to her pussy, and I groaned as loud as she did when my fingers travailed her sensitive flesh. “Look who’s nice and wet for me.”

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