Page 8 of Fighting Her Wolves

“Do you want me to search for him?” I ask, putting a hand on my hip.

“He would love that too much. Park your pretty ass on the bench,” he says and waves to the seat against the building. “I’ll get him.”

“Marcus,” a voice growls behind him. “Why the fuck are you speaking to a customer like that?”

“She’s here for you,” Marcus says snidely and moves away and back into the building, giving me a view of the man that spoke.

This must be Kerian. Harmony failed to mention that her brother is hot as hell. He has dark brown hair that brushes his ears, just long enough to grab. His body is made for sin. He’s tall, over six feet. He makes me feel small compared to him. He has on jeans that cup all the delicious parts beautifully. His arms are bare, showing off his numerous tattoos and the sexy curve of his hard muscles. He could just throw me around. I lick my lips, imagining all the ways he could fuck me.

Shit, I can’t lust after Harmony’s brother.

I was so lost in my survey I didn’t notice his advance. Suddenly he is towering over me, staring at me with his bright green, penetrating eyes.

Wait? Did he just sniff me?

Before I can ponder that too much, he bends down, wraps his arm behind my knees and tosses me over his shoulder. I let out a squeak and brace myself on his back. I’m in shock. That’s how I explain my lack of yelling and flailing. I look up to see half a dozen men standing around, staring at us, flabbergasted. It seems they don’t regularly see their boss toss a woman over his shoulder without saying a word. For some reason, this comforts me.

Their faces disappear as we move around a corner away from the shop. He takes me through another door, slams it, and drops me to my feet. I barely get my legs under me, ready to shout at him now, when he shoves me against the wall and cages me in, his forearms beside my head.

“What’s your name?” his sexy voice asks.

I think I’ve lost my mind. I’ve lost control over my body. I’m warm and tingly inside. I’m gasping for breath and staring at his lickable lips as the words form.

“What?” I breathe.

His chuckle washes over me. “What’s your name?”

“Ava,” I say.

“Ava,” he purrs. “You are Harmony’s friend,” he states.

“Yes,” I answer, even though he seems sure.

“I’ve heard her talk about you.” His fingers brush my hair out of my face, grazing my cheek.

“I’ve heard her talk about you, too,” I say.

“Any good things?” he asks.

“Some,” I tease.

He grins and tilts his head. “You know what I am, then?”

“Yeah,” I say. I stare into his gorgeous eyes and watch them heat.

“I’m glad I don’t have to explain.” He dips his head and runs his nose over my neck. Shivers rack my body. “You smell good, darlin’,” he whispers.

“Uh, thanks? It’s a shame I have a rule against dating shifters,” I say regretfully.

“Hmm . . . I’ll just have to change your mind,” he says softly.

I could have stopped his head from descending. I could have turned away so his lips hit my cheek. I could have used some of my self-defense moves.

I did none of that. I waited eagerly for his lips to touch mine. I was curious. I was hot. I thought one little taste wouldn’t hurt.

For the next few minutes, it was all tongue, teeth, and hands. His shoulders were so broad, enough meat to hold onto, to dig my nails in. His hair was just as I thought, soft and enough to grab a handful.

His hands never settled. They went from my hair to my neck, down to my ass, and everywhere in between. I wouldn’t be surprised if steam was rising off of us. I hadn’t been this turned on for years, if ever. He brought out a side of me that should scare me with its intensity.

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