Page 5 of Frank's Felon
“I doubt you’d let me have any rest.”
“Maybe not at first.” That dour smile of his turned into a definite, if not over-confident grin. “You’d leave quite refreshed, I assure you.”
She clenched harder because her damn body was for some reason siding with her wolf.
“Which pack are you from?” he asked, the grin quickly gone as he returned to business.
She shook her head. If he thought she was going to spill her life story because he had tied her sweatshirt back on—the clothinghehad shredded—he was crazy. Except everything about him was smart, controlled, and careful.
“I’m a lone wolf, and that’s all I’m saying on the subject.”
“Say my name, Delilah. Address me by name.”
Frank.His name was Frank, and it had been right there on the tip of her tongue, ready to spill forth because he demanded it. Fuck. She wasn’t going to play his mind-control games, no matter how much she wanted to say his name out loud, to roll it between her lips, to rollhimbetween her lips. Oh, yes, she wanted to caress the name and more, to understand who he was and why he was having this effect on her.
Frank reached forward, and for a moment she thought he was going to touch her cheek, but his hand lightly touched the skin around the jagged claw mark on her shoulder. His touch felt really nice, gentle, so unlike other males who grabbed and tried to take without even asking. She had gone too long without the caring touch of another, of someone she could trust.
Delilah stepped back. She couldn’t trust him. He was just another male shifter, which meant he wasnotto be trusted. Except deep down, she did. It made no sense. Just like the way he kept breathing her scent in. Why was he doing that?
She needed to leave, escape him before she let her guard down further and began exploring what it was about him that intrigued her so.
“May I go, shifter?” she asked, forcing a civil tone. She had appeared weak enough in front of him.
“The name’s Frank,” he repeated.
“I know. You told me already. Twice.”
“Say it. Call me by my name, Delilah.”
Her heart sped up and her nipples tightened. Thank God she still had her bra on.
Another step closer and he put his finger under her chin and tipped her head back. The honey flecks in his eyes seemed to pulse with the throbbing between her thighs.
“Say it, Delilah.”
“Frank,” Delilah said, trying really hard not to lick her lips. Hell, she was horny. She needed to get away from the shifter with the broad shoulders, chiseled muscles, and short dark-blond hair she had the urge to run her fingers through.
Frank’s eyes narrowed and focused on her mouth. She was sure this shifter would be way more than she could handle. Oh, shereallyneeded to leave, now, before she got herself into another situation that was over her head.
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FRANK
How he had ended up with a broken nose and bruises over his legs and stomach, Frank still wasn’t sure, but right now he was fighting a raging hard-on. The sexy female with the fiery red hair and bright green eyes was standing before him with a challenge in her eyes that made him want to wrestle her to the ground and relieve the pressure of his cock by sinking deep into her lovely flesh.
She had nearly bested him. Very few males, let alone females, could claim that. She certainly had some good moves. What she lacked in strength, she had made up for in tenacity and sheer determination. He would even venture a guess that she’d had some formal training.
Training and spitfire attitude aside, she smelled delicious. As in he’d really like to lick hereverywhere. He couldn’t recall the last time he could say that about a female.Anyfemale.
“I did as you asked, shifter. Will you let me go?” she asked.
“Shifter? You have an aversion to my name already? Or just me? Usually, that doesn’t happen until a shifter gets to know me.”
“I know enough.”
Yes, she was eager to escape him. The fear he had scented initially had disappeared, but she was clearly nervous around him. Given what she had been through, she had reason to be. Going up against white wolves—five of them no less—she was fucking lucky to have made it out alive and relatively intact.
His eyes fell to the deep claw marks. The blood had stopped flowing, but her soft delicate skin was still red and raw around the marks. . .marks that ran deep from her shoulder down her slender arm to her palm. That had been no accidental clawing during a wolf-on-wolf battle. The cuts had been deeper than necessary to subdue, especially a female. Frank knew exactly what had happened, even if she wouldn’t tell him. The only way female shifters avoided rape was to maintain their wolf form. The male who’d cut her had intentionally tortured her to force her to shift to human form.
