Page 13 of Stalked By the Wolf

“And were you tracking Dane?”

He gives a noncommittal tilt of his head. “Yes.”

“For work?”

“For my pack.”

“Why?”

Sebastian’s expression darkens. “Let’s just say he hurt someone I care about.”

“Oh,” I whisper, staring down at my empty plate.

Sebastian was hunting Dane for someone else — someone who sounds important to him. A woman? I’mdying to ask, but he seems cagey about it, so I cast around for another topic. “How did you get into that sort of thing? Hacking, I mean.”

“I dropped out of high school when I was fifteen. I had what you might call a limited skill set, and by that I mean it was limited to brute-force hacking into people’s bank accounts. Eventually, I had to grow up. Get a real job, as they say.”

I nod, chewing on my bottom lip. I get a sense that there’s more to that story, but I don’t want to pry.

“What about you? How did you get into the whole do-gooder thing?”

I snort. “The whole ‘do-gooder thing’?”

He rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

I shrug. “My parents were hippies who taught me and my brother to always leave things better than we found them. I guess the lesson just stuck.”

My voice cracks on the last word, and something in his expression softens. “Theywerehippies?”

I smile sadly, mostly because if I don’t, I’ll start to cry. “They were killed in a car accident when I was thirteen — my parents and my brother. I was taken in and fostered by another family, though they never adopted me. I guess I didn’t quite measure up.”

I don’t mean for that last bit to come out so bitter, but being an orphan fucking sucked. I refuse to let my baby grow up without a mother. I never want him to feel unwanted.

Sebastian doesn’t give me a pitying look or some line about how he’s sorry for my loss. He just stares atme for a long moment before reaching out and wiping a drop of syrup from the corner of my mouth.

Every nerve ending in my body zings to life at the light contact, and all my focus goes to where he’s touching me. He traces my lower lip with the pad of his thumb, and I have to resist the urge to suck his finger into my mouth.

His blue eyes follow the path his thumb takes, and I feel my panties go damp. My nipples pebble up beneath the thin shirt, and I’m terrified he’s going to look down and see the effect he has on me.

But then Sebastian’s nostrils flare, and embarrassment heats my cheeks. What did he say about pregnancy changing my scent? Can hesmellhow turned on I am?

His gaze flicks up to meet mine, and I immediately know the answer.

Sebastian bites down on his own lip, his eyes burning with an intensity that steals the air from my lungs.

I know he can’t possibly be interested in me — not really — and yet my treacherous body aches.

Iacheto be touched by him — to feel those big hands roving over my body. I want to feel him skin to skin, to learn what those hard muscles would feel like pressed up against the softest parts of me.

As if he can read my thoughts, Sebastian reaches for me. Those long fingers ghost across my cheek before threading through my hair. I feel a slight tug as he pulls me closer, and then his lips crash down over mine.

His kiss isn’t gentle or sweet. It’s searing, hard, and possessive. My lips part with a soft gasp, and he takes the opportunity to plunder my mouth with his tongue.

He tastes like maple syrup and pure, unadulterated sin.

Instantly, my body responds — begging to be closer to him. My breasts tighten, and my stomach turns over as warmth gushes between my legs. Sebastian rakes his teeth over my bottom lip, and I let out a whimper of need.

His mouth moves lower, pressing wet kisses all down my neck. I shudder, and my head rolls back as he commands my body. The hand on my hip draws me in closer until I feel his hardness pressed against my belly.

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