Page 15 of The Mountains Edge

I capture her mouth, swallowing her moan. My hands roam her back, her thighs, learning every curve. She grinds down and I growl, biting her lip. The sound she makes tests my control.

"Tell me to stop."

"Never." She tugs my shirt up. "But I do need to feel you."

I stand, taking her with me. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the bed. She's a vision against the quilts, my shirt rucked up to show miles of skin.

"Beautiful." I trace the curve of her hip.

"Marcus Steel." She props up on her elbows, eyes dark with want. "If you don't get down here and—"

A howl splits the night.

We freeze. Another howl answers, but closer.

"Wolves," I growl. "In town."

Daisy sits up, frustrated. "Seriously?"

"Stay here." I'm already moving.

"Like hell."

She follows me downstairs where Scout and Luna are going crazy at the back door. More howls, definitely in town now. Probably driven down by the storms.

I grab my rifle.

"I'm coming." She's pulled on jeans under my shirt. "Those wolves could hurt someone's pets."

Can't argue with her there. "Stay behind me."

"Yes, sir." The way she says it still makes my blood run hot.

Scout takes the lead, pulling against the makeshift lead I had on him. Luna is more timid, but follows. The dogs are well-trained enough to stay quiet now. There is steady rain and I see more of the town coming out with their flashlights and rifles. Everyone knows wolves can attack anything and we need to drive them back into the woods.

Daisy moves beside me, the now wet flannel clings to her curves, distracting as hell.

Focus. Wolves first. Ravishing her later.

There is now a small group of men and women, Jake and Finn included, and we find the pack in the park – four adults, looking lean and desperate. They've cornered something under the playground equipment.

Daisy's hand finds my arm. "Marcus. Look."

Wolf pups. Two of them, barely old enough to walk.

"They're starving," she whispers. "The storms must have destroyed their den."

The adults watch us warily. Not acting aggressive. Yet.

Jake steps forward with a dart gun, while Finn and I raise our rifles just in case.

"Wait!" Daisy's grip tightens on my arm. "We can't just kill them."

“We aren’t,” I explain, as Jake starts to circle them to get a better vantage point. “Jake will tranquilise them, but Finn and I are ready in case they attack.”

Jake quickly and efficiently tranquilises the four adults. Finn steps forward and gently toes one of the wolves to make sure they are out, before picking up the two pups and handing them off to one of the women. Some other men step forward with some cages and they quickly move the wolves in and lock the cage door.

Finn jogs back to his truck and then the wolves are loaded in before Jake nods to us and drives off.

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