Page 32 of Ignite Me

“Do you want to run?” I asked, making sure to remain bigger and more in control than the she-wolf, even though a part of me still wanted to avert my eyes when I looked at her.

Things were getting more and more interesting. Or fucked.

The wolf wagged her tail, and her ass went up in the air before she darted farther into the trees.

I quickly shifted and caught her scent. She smelled like the forest after a storm, crisp and alluring.

With a forced shake, I pushed away the building attraction and continued our chase.

Kinsley’s wolf was faster than I’d expected for her first shift. She was agile and strong, which allowed for her to jump over fallen trees and a creek that I would have expected a new wolf to be afraid of.

After circling around a boulder, I lost sight of the wolf, but I could still smell her sweet aroma. Just as I was about to let out a sharp howl, a hard form landed on top of me.

Claws lightly scraped down my side, and a playful yip sounded next to my wolf’s head.

We rolled out from underneath her, and my head pushed into her side.

The she-wolf was quick on her feet and wasn’t fazed by my nudge. I tried not to be impressed, but the more she moved, the harder that became.

Suddenly, I found myself fascinated by this creature, who was unlike anything I’d yet to encounter.

She was resilient and fearless and, if I were being honest, addictive.

The longer I was around her, the more I wanted her.

I knew that there would only be so long that I could fight the bond and my growing attraction—not that I’d done a great job of that thus far—but I tried to tell myself that didn’t change anything.

Kinsley had access to her wolf now. She was clearly comfortable with the beast, who was surprisingly powerful.

I assumed that had a lot to do with why I’d been sent to find and capture her.

Someone wanted to use Kinsley, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.

I’d kill every fucker who thought to come for her, starting with Johnathon if I could find him first.

Kinsley was mine, even if I wasn’t ready to have her yet.

Chapter12

KINSLEY

There might have been a small part of me that had thought turning into a wolf was a little overrated. Like, who would want to change into a massive dog? Though, after having shifted, I knew I was an idiot for thinking the transformation would be anything less than spectacular.

Sure, there was pain that rushed through my body when my bones broke and reshaped, but nothing compared to the surge of energy that blasted through me once I was on all fours, racing through trees.

The wind whipped around me, tousling my charcoal-colored fur and encouraging me to go faster than should have been possible.

Grayson took us around the small forest, zigzagging through the trees and over the creek, and when we started heading back, I’d even had fun leaping over a ridiculously tall boulder.

Not being able to talk to him was weird, but at the same time, better. This man…shifter…demon… He was infuriating.

When he’d touched me in his bedroom, I’d wanted to know what other euphoric feelings he could elicit from me, but then…he’d kicked me out.

I was more furious with how badly his rejection had hurt than I was at the situation, because really, I shouldn’t have been surprised by his actions. More importantly, I wanted to be stronger than my growing feelings toward him.

Fuck, I’d only known him a day—or maybe it was technically two now—and I already knew, if he wasn’t such a dick, that I could have quickly fallen for him.

Though maybe that was the case, regardless of his attitude.

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