Page 9 of Moonlighting with the Werewolf

Good thing that’s impossible.

Oh, shit, maybe not. According to most mythology, werewolves have supersonic hearing.

The smug smile that spread across his face suggested that he could, in fact, hear the panic flooding my body.

Once again, I thought of a poor little bunny, hopping as fast as it could. Like me, it’d be no match for the man with the anaconda-size arms. With me seated on the stool, the cocky bastard dwarfed me to an almost humorous degree. I craned my neck, straining to take in his full height, and my oh my, were there a whole lot of inches. The heat of his hand soaked into my skin, stirring up a tornado of clashing emotions.

The guy undoubtedly had a domineering streak about a mile wide.

At that thought, desire quickly took the lead, taking my legs from flesh and bone to jelly, and I was pretty sure this was my libido’s way of punishing me for ignoring it so long.

Conall’s expression reeked of getting one over on me, but the humor quickly drained from his features as his brow turned stern and his eyes narrowed to irritated slits.

Okay, so I’d been prying. But did he have to look at me like he might eat me?

And did I have to enjoy it so much?

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as my gaze fixated on the pursed lips he’d use to devour me. His scruffy beard showcased them nicely, and another surge of heat flared as I studied his ruggedly handsome face. Had it been that freaking fine yesterday?

In my defense, it’d been difficult to catalogue everything, given so much of his body had been on display. Plus, I was short and he was tall, and didn’t I get points for saying it was a nice face now?

Or that it went well with his extremely jacked body?

The way he blew air out of his nostrils like a bull about to charge brought me back to my senses, although I was starting to worry I’d permanently lost a few.

I peered past his sharpened features, noting his irregular breathing and the sweat beading his brow.

Conall’s voice came out along with a growl that confirmed I wasn’t off base about him being upset. “What exactly do you wanna know?”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Gina retreated a few paces,allowing me to take it from here—not because she had any reason to fear me. The pint-size woman seated on the stool in front of me, on the other hand...

Having my palm fitted flat against Dr. Ryan’s lower back made it harder to think, a sure sign I should remove it, but I couldn’t convince myself to follow through. If this was going to be my last chance, I might as well indulge in as many touches as I could.

What a shame it’d be to rip out that pretty throat of hers. I hadn’t even gotten to taste it yet. Hadn’t pressed my lips to the fluttering pulse point at the base to see what it took to make it beat faster.

And that’s enough of that.

Any spell that used wolfsbane involved hurting my people, and there was a kid with a broken bone in the pack infirmary.

“Well, first of all...” Dr. Ryan stood on the bottom rung of the stool, and my arm fell to my side as she placed a hand against the side of my face. She drifted her thumb over the part of my cheek that’d been a ragged mess yesterday, and my boiling rage slowedto a simmer, even though I didn’t tell it to. “Are you okay? You look...”

Her pink tongue came out to wet her lips, andshiiit.Before I got swept away in those probing gray-blue eyes, I should drag her out into the woods—far enough no one would hear her scream—and take care of her already.

“Hot. As in pale and clammy.” She moved her palm to my forehead. “Not that the lumberjack-sexual thing you’ve got going on doesn’t work for you...” Her cheeks flushed, the same way they’d done when I’d snuck up and called her out for prying into my personal business.

She’s a spy, she’s a spy, she’s a spy.

She glanced at our audience, who’d gone from scooting away to staring with interest, and thanks to the added height of the stool, her chest knocked against mine as she moved her mouth close to my ear.

I gripped her waist so she wouldn’t fall.

Because if she landed in the ER, it’d be harder to extract information.Yeah, let’s go with that.It’s also why I hadn’t called the sheriff to get her first name. That’d definitely implicate my involvement when she disappeared shortly after.

“But you’re definitely running a fever. You sound kinda wheezy, too,” she said, and did the fact that I wheezed harder mean I’d already fallen under one of her spells? “How do you feel? Any injuries you need me to take a look at?”

I closed my eyes and attempted to regain control. How did she make that question sound more like a sexy request?

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