Channeling Moonlight
from Vegas Bites Back, coming in January!
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~ EXCERPT ~
Guy kept her behind him until the door opened and shut again. When he finally loosened his grip, she stepped around him, wanting to see his face before letting him have it. "You mind telling me what made you go all Bro-Magnon Man on Malcolm like that? I thought he was your Alpha!"
Guy's stance remained controlled, but she could tell his blood was still up. "I've known Malcolm since he was a pup," he said stiffly. "He's my pack-brother, my Alpha, and my friend."
"So what the hell was that about? You acted like you were about to go wolf at any moment!"
His body radiated anger, a canine peeking from beneath his full upper lip. "You showed tail."
"Hold up." She stopped in her tracks. "You're putting this on me? I don't even know what 'showing tail' means!"
"You were being receptive to him."
"I was being polite. Maybe you've heard of the word? I was fine until he started pushing his power onto me."
He snarled. "I won't allow you to go to another male."
"Allow me?" For a moment, Leila just stared at him, her mouth agape. "You think I was coming on to him?"
"He's unmated," Guy said, as if the reason was obvious.
"So freakin' what?" she shouted. "Damn Weres. Only you people take a little friendliness as an invitation to fuck."
"Malcolm is about to be the Las Vegas Alpha. In a couple of weeks, he'll be over all the Weres in the state."
"Like I give a rat's ass!" She settled her hands on her hips. "Besides, it's none of your business who I decide to throw my panties to, anyway!"
She'd meant to goad him, and it worked. He stalked towards her, head lowered, gaze fixed on hers, the soft material of his tracksuit at odds with the hard, near-feral heat of his gaze.
Leila didn't realize she'd backed away until her back hit a wall. He didn't stop until an inch separated them, until his scent and his power and his anger drenched her senses.
"Never challenge a wolf, Leila." His voice tugged at everything that made her female. "I'm not going to share you with another wolf. I'm not going to share you, period."
She licked her lips. "So what, you think I'm going to let you smack me around so your wolf sensibilities can be restored?"
"I'm not going to hit you."
He stroked his jaw along hers, causing her breath to stutter and her nipples to tighten in response. His mouth leisurely explored her chin, her cheek, her earlobe. "I'll wrestle with you. I'll lick you and bite you. I'll hold you tight while mating you. But I never hurt what's mine."
"I'm not yours."
"Really?"
Suddenly she was crushed against him, her left wrist caught in his massive hand. She drew a surprised breath as she felt his erection pressing through his clothes and hers, the heat of it branding her. He lifted her hand towards his mouth even though she resisted with everything she had. Almost everything. She didn't want to blast him apart. She was pissed, not crazy.
"You are mine, Leila," he whispered darkly, sending a delicious thrill through her. "Even if your stubborn mind won't accept it, you should realize your body already has."
His teeth nipped her knuckles, pulling a moan from her. "Don't think this is going to distract me," she snapped, though it was doing just that. "We're still fighting."
He lifted his head to stare at her with dark, sexy eyes. "We're moving to the make-up sex part."
"I'm still mad."
"Then it will be mind-blowing make-up sex."