Page 27 of Kidnapped By the Wolf

“I know you’re not familiar with our ways, but since you may soon be living among wolves, you should know that there is nothing casual about an unmated female wearing a male’s clothes.”

At those words, my whole body tightens, and a hot flush spreads from my cheeks all the way down to my chest.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stammer, looking at my feet. “I didn’t —”

“I know,” Adrian murmurs, his triceps flexing as he grips the sink.

He turns so quickly that I jump and automatically back into the counter. The alpha follows like the predator he is, the darkness in his eyes melting away until they’re glowing bright gold.

Fuck.

My heart leaps as he presses closer, crowding me against the counter and placing a hand on either side of my hips.

I suck in a breath, but all I smell is him. He smells like pine trees, sandalwood, and citrus. It’s the same fragrance that clings to the T-shirt I’m wearing, and I have to stop myself from inhaling deeper.

“Seeing you in my clothes,” he rasps, breath tickling my hair. “You don’t know what it does to me.”

My channel tightens at the strain in his voice, and warm wetness seeps from between my legs. My fingers are itching to touch his forearm, which is covered in fine golden hairs.

“Tell me,” I whisper, surprised and horrified at my own boldness.

What the hell am I doing?

I chance a glance down, and my mouth goes dry when I see the hard bar of his erection straining against his jeans. I may be ignorant about wolves, but I’ve spent enough time around males — both human and shifter — to know what Adrian’s getting at.

He doesn’t speak right away. Instead, he lifts his hand, and I gasp as he plunges it into my hair. Strong fingers rake against my scalp, gently pushing my head back until I’m staring into his molten gaze.

“Seeing you in my clothes, strutting around my house . . . It makes me want to get you naked and fuck you right here on this counter.” He leans forward to whisper in my ear, and I glimpse the slight upturn of his lips. “It makes me want to spread your legs and see if you taste as good as you smell.”

My jaw drops. My heart is pounding somewhere in my throat, and my face is burning hotter than a forest fire.

But then his fingers retract from my hair, and he takes a step back to give me space.

I’m immediately aware of the nagging ache between my thighs, and my nipples are so hard I’m sure he can see them pressing through the thin T-shirt.

“I-I’ll just . . . change back into my clothes.”

A low growl rumbles up Adrian’s chest, and he fixes me with an admonishing look.

I watch in stunned silence as he crosses to the washing machine hidden behind a chic barn door. He opens the lid and reaches inside, pulling out my wet laundry.

At first I think he’s going to transfer my clothes to the dryer, but then he scoops them up, walks to the door, and dumps them out into the snow.

When he turns to face me, his expression is wolfish. “As long as you’re staying with me, you will wear my clothes or nothing at all.”

Heat surges to my aching center, and I squeeze my legs together.

The fighter in me wants to lift my chin and tell him to go fuck himself. But there’s another, slightly unhinged part of me thatlikesthe alpha ordering me around.

I’m not sure what that says about me. Adrian is my captor and a cocky son of a bitch. But even though he’s the enemy — and a dangerous one at that — I can no longer deny that I’m drawn to him like an insect to a carnivorous plant.

Since I don’t trust myself to tell him off, I reach for the discarded peeler and pick up a potato. “I’ll . . . get these ready.”

“I’ll go start the grill.”

We don’t speak again until I’ve whipped up some mashed potatoes and the scent of charred meat is drifting in through a crack in the sliding-glass door. It should feel strange preparing a meal with my captor, but for some reason, it doesn’t.

I try to ignore Adrian as he moves around me in the kitchen, reaching over my shoulder for some plates and brushing my hip as he goes for the utensils, but I can’t control the way my body responds to his intoxicating masculine scent.

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