Page 7 of Frank's Felon
“Maybe next time you’ll greet me with a kiss instead of a kick,” he said.
“There won’t be a next time.”
Frank threaded his hand through her hair, gripping it rather roughly as he cupped the back of her head. Her eyes lifted to him in defiance. He was taking liberties with her, but she wasn’t exactly objecting, except with her eyes. The hard peaks of her nipples grazed his chest through her bra as he leaned in close. “We both know you’re coming back this way.”
“You think you have me figured out, don’t you?”
Frank brushed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. Her breathing hitched, and part of him wondered if she feared him. He didn’t smell fear on her, but there was a hesitancy in her that didn’t belong there.
“I’m not like the white wolves who attacked you.”
“What makes you so different?”
“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want. . . unless you endanger my pack.”
“What makes you think I’m a danger to anyone?”
Her innocence routine wasn’t fooling him, and she hadn’t denied that she was dangerous, which she most definitely was. The fact that she was able to take him on after she had been attacked instead of being curled up somewhere, unable to pull herself together, told him she had the type of resilience that was borne from necessity. Delilah was definitely dangerous, and she was hiding something. Her scent trail had crisscrossed the border for days now. Whatever she wanted, it was here, either in Damien’s or Drake’s pack.
“Unlike you, I don’t play games,” Frank said as he bent forward and licked the side of her neck. God, she tasted as good as she smelled, and that was just her neck!
“You didnotjust lick me,” she said, shoving both hands hard against his chest. He had expected her to push back, and he had locked one hand around her waist and the other behind her neck to keep her from escaping him.
“Protection, Delilah,” he said, deadly serious. “Minimal at best. Unless you’d like my scent where it will send the right message to anyone foolish enough to touch you.”
“I’m not some goddamn possession!”
Hell, he knew that, but carrying a male’s scent often meant the difference between life and death in their world. The white wolves had no doubt scented that she was unmarked, unclaimed, not that that justified their actions in the least, but it may have emboldened them. Unprotected and unmated as she was, she remained a prime target. And she was planning to continue traipsing around the forest, in Drake’s territory no less.
A sudden fear coursed through his veins. Those five wolves would be looking for her. They wouldn’t let her escape a second time.
“I’m laying my claim on you so anyone else who gets close will think twice about touching you.”
“You have no claim on me.”
“I will.” Hell, he shouldn’t have said that. She wouldn’t react well even if it was the truth.
“What does that mean?” she asked, her eyes narrowing, suspicion filling that lovely face that he wanted to see staring up at him while he drove his cock down her throat.
“You return to my territory again and I’ll catch you,” he warned. It was the best he could do, be honest with her. “Only next time I’ll claim you, Delilah.” So help him, he’d never forced a female, but he couldn’t help himself right now; he meant every fucking word of what he was saying. His ability to resist her was fading fast.
“Is that supposed to scare me? To keep me away?”
“On the contrary. I’m looking forward to you returning. So I can claim you properly. With more than my tongue.”
She backed away, flustered and angry. Even now he could see her harnessing that anger. She was a fighter, his Delilah. Good. She'd use the anger to focus, to keep her sharp as she moved through the woods. It would improve her odds of staying safe once she left him.
Without another word, sheturned her back on him, her tight ass swinging in a most enticing way. Frank had to push down his wolf along with the need to follow her, to watch over her.
Even as Frank shifted and ran back toward his territory, his wolf began whining. Frank wanted her, something fierce, but despite his words, he would never force her. She had to come to him. He was betting that she would be back. After all, she hadn’t just been going in a straight line cutting through Damien and Drake’s territories. She had been conducting a search, in a very clear grid pattern. His fiery shifter was definitely searching for something, and he planned on being there when she found it.
Chapter Two
FRANK
Frank hustled to his place, threw on some clothing, and washed up the best he could without showering. He hated being late, but more than that, he wasn’t quite ready to wash Delilah’s scent off of him. He washed up enough to clean up the blood and tape his nose so as not to scare Frankie. His damn wolf was taking his time healing him for some reason. Probably screwing with him. Payback for prison. Yeah, well, his wolf would have to get over it, just like he had.
Before Frank had a chance to knock, Mason opened the door. “Smelled you coming. Thought you were bringing a guest,” the enforcer said, with a grin a mile wide on his face.
