Page 4 of Frank's Felon
“Touch me and you’ll regret it.”
He raised a brow, but then he released both of her hands and rose. A show of good faith? Or was he simply daring her, so he’d have an excuse to pin her again and do whatever the hell he wanted to her?
“Your name,” he demanded. Those swirling amber eyes of his never left her.
“Delilah,” she said, without thinking. That was stupid of her, but it almost felt like a relief too. A show of trust perhaps. . . no, she couldn’t trust him. That would be stupid, and she had made enough stupid choices lately.
A slight grin suffused his face as he lowered his hand to help her rise.
She should have run, but instead, she accepted his hand and let him pull her to her feet.
“What happened with the white wolves? Did you head-butt them as well?”
The blood had stopped running, and his nose had already turned black and blue. She almost reached out to touch his nose, but instead quickly reached for her own temple. The spot was tender, but probably as bruised as his nose.
“I got away. That’s all that matters.”
“One wolf got close enough to bite and claw you, deep.” A single finger traced the outline of a bite mark. It made no sense how such a light tough could feel so damn good. . .
“And yet you still got away,” he added. “How?”
“I nearly got away from you,” she pointed out, the need to shout rising within her. He doubted her. Just like everyone in her pack.
“True, but you were against five, or so you claim.”
“Claim?” she bit back, before she realized what he was doing. Ooh, he was good. Pushing her buttons in a way that made her talk, spill information. “I’m not a liar, shifter.” She didn’t have much else going for her in this world, but that was the one thing she could be proud of. She wasn’t a liar.
“The name’s Frank,” he said, with a slight tilt of his head.
“You think I want to exchange pleasantries with you?”
There was a slight uptick to the corners of his mouth. “Why not? It’s less painful than what we’ve been doing.”
Delilah could kick herself for evenwantingto laugh, but despite the hard lines of his face, he had a certain appeal to him. Rustic, intense. . . honest?
“If I answer your questions, will you let me leave?”
“Depends on where you’re going.”
“The state road. I’ve had enough of the wolves here.”
There was a low growl in him, and then he leaned in really close, his nose practically caressing her skin along the side of her neck all the way to her ear. Oh, God, she was going to melt right there. Resisting the urge to tilt her head again, offering him her neck was getting absurdly hard, especially as her damn wolf pushed her to scent him as he’d done to her earlier.
Before Delilah realized it, she had turned her head enough to scent along his cheek. Her own cheeks warmed at the intimate nature of the act. Scenting was too personal, meant to be between mates or lovers, and she had no desire to be either to him.
Her damn wolf had other ideas, as she pulled in a lungful of air, taking in as much of the shifter’s scent as she could. So much for subtlety. Delilah was going to have a long talk with her wolf one day soon. As soon as she got away from this shifter.
On the other hand, her wolf had been right to take in his scent. Delilah recognized it now. The shifter was a guard along the border of the silver wolf’s territory. The pack she had been warned about. The people in Devil’s Peak were wary about the shifters in the region and they had gone out of their way to caution her about the alphas in particular, saying they were crazy, unpredictable.
Frank pulled what was left of her sweatshirt over her shoulder, careful not to touch her wounds. “You won’t trespass on my territory again. Are we clear, Delilah?”
Ooooh, the way he said her name, in that deep voice, slow and careful as if he were dragging out each syllable with his tongue, as he would drag his tongue over her. . . She clenched her thighs as she pulled back. This effect he was having on her was just plainwrong.
A slight grin surfaced on his face.
Fuck! He knew she was aroused. “I’m simply looking for a place to rest and heal.”
His grin widened. “I have a place for you to heal if you’d like.”
