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private shudder to claim her. Drive. She had to get out of Hunter's magnetic
tow for a minute to be able to function.
He watched her pull off, needing distance and a cold slap of air to help
steady him. The long ride in close con-fines, the look on her face just now
when her breathing had hitched damn, he was so hard he could barely walk
across the driveway.
"All is well?" Silver Hawk appeared and stepped beside him silently.
"Yeah, Pop. We're all going to the diner to eat after we unload the truck,
should do it as family ... stay together, I can take the first shift after "
"Son, look at the moon." Silver Hawk smiled. "The imminent danger has passed."
He motioned with his chin across the driveway. "Look at her. Let me take the
first shift."
Hunter shook his head no and set his jaw hard. It took three failed attempts
at opening his mouth for words to form. He thrust a key into his
grandfather's thick hand and let out a hard breath. "I still might have virus
in my system it's best if I take the first shift." Humiliation stabbed his
pride and propelled him forward, but his grandfather caught his arm.
"You purged enough to almost stop your heart. Torture yourself if you must do
penance I'm going to the diner. She is a fully matured she-Shadow and her
system is very strong. Your nose is ruined for the night to anything but her.
I would feel safer to take the first shift, given your distraction . . . and I
left a few more shots of antitoxin in the glove compartment if things get
completely out of hand." Silver Hawk added with a sly half-smile. "You are no
longer a carrier."
Thoroughly frustrated, Hunter watched the old man take three long Shadow leaps
and disappear. "Yeah, tell her that," he muttered under his breath, crossing
the drive-way in pain.
Chapter 12
Too many conflicting thoughts fought for dominance in his mind: Protection.
Danger. Sasha. Sex. The virus. Carriers. Sasha. Sex. The future. The pack.
Sasha. Sex. The clan. The predators. Sasha. Sex... and that lovely, gorgeous
ass of hers. Honor! Food... Sasha sex.
His hands were trembling by the time he'd reached the truck. She probably saw
it and that's why she'd tossed him a shotgun with an attitude. He caught it
with one hand, not even looking at it, still studying her rear view.
Admonishing himself, he tried to keep his focus on the truck, but watching
Sasha reach and bend and lift was carving a hole in the wrong side of his
brain. Especially with a motel room so, so close.
"Okay, Hunter," she said, whirling on him. "This has got to stop." She jumped
down from the flatbed of the truck and glared at him.
He nodded, never losing eye contact with her. "Just tell me how ... and I'll
gladly oblige." S
he let out an exasperated breath and brushed past him with an armload of
artillery. He hurried to open the motel room door for her. She stopped him at
the door with a hard look.
"I, uh, guess I'll take the rest of it next door."
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"Good idea," she said. "Maybe leave some heat and a coupla clips under the
front seat of the truck for Silver Hawk in case he needs to re-up while out on
patrol."
"Right. Roger that."
Hunter moved quickly to get the rest of the weapons into his room, nervous
energy and frustration making his mo-tions jerky. He didn't disagree with her.
Sasha was right. He did need to stop drooling over what wasn't going to happen
for a very long time, if ever again, just for the sake of his own sanity and
pride. He'd been here most of his adult Shadow Wolf life, banished by the pack
females because he had a little extra something crazy in his DNA. Now it had
finally gone full blown at a very inopportune time. But he wasn't sure what
was worse, never having been with a she-Shadow and not having a mate, simply
quarantined to hu-man females, or experiencing the incomparable Sasha.
Before he could even tease himself with the thought that she'd make love to
him again, first Doc had to test him and outcomes had to be proven ...
probably another full moon phase had to pass without any trace of the beast.
That was the only safe and logical thing to do. Plus, they all had to live
through the mission this personal bullshit didn't have anything to do with
anything at all relevant to what they were dealing with now.
But as he watched Sasha go into her room and kick the door closed, he had to
remember to breathe.
The slam reverberated through him as he brought the last of the weapons into
his room. It was symbolic. He set them down on the dresser and stared at the
door that ad-joined their rooms. Even though he told himself to leave it
latched, he still found himself crossing the small space that hosted two
twin-sized beds. He lied to himself that he was just going to ask her if she
was ready to grab a bite to eat. It was just as possible to walk out the front
door, walk a few feet, and knock on her room door and wait for her to answer.
Instead, he was standing at the partition door, flipping back the latch,
trying to come up with fifty plausible rea-sons why that was so. Then he
really held his breath, be-cause the secondary door on her side was already
wide open. She 'd opened her side ?
He couldn't move for a moment as he saw her standing in the middle of the
floor hugging herself, trying to steady her breaths with her eyes closed. Just
seeing her like that paralyzed him; then her incredible she-scent dragged him
across the inside threshold between the rooms.
Sasha held up one shaky hand, her voice wavering as she squeezed her eyes shut
tighter. "Don't." She placed a hand over her heart. "I shouldn't have opened
the door, Hunter, I'm dangerous."
He tilted his head, not completely sure of her meaning but very sure of his
own. "So am I."
She let out a breath that was a cross between a gasp and a sigh. The sound of
her voice contracted his groin and made him begin to breathe through his
mouth.
"Hunter," she said in a low, quiet tone, so sensual that he stepped closer out
of sheer reflex. She opened her big, beautiful eyes and her gaze searched his
face in the dark-ened room. "It's not you or that I don't want you. I'm so
horny right now that I can't think straight... but we can't risk being
attacked while in the throes, or worse, risk me getting the contagion here in
a civilian installation. It's bad enough that we have all this artillery in
here. But the later it gets, the worse it gets." Tears suddenly rose and
glittered in her eyes as her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I never knew
that it could be so bad that it actually hurt."
With that she closed her eyes and hugged herself tighter and put distance
between them by walking across the room to stare out the window at the moon.
"Baby ... I'm right there with you." Pain was making him stupid.
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private shudder to claim her. Drive. She had to get out of Hunter's magnetic
tow for a minute to be able to function.
He watched her pull off, needing distance and a cold slap of air to help
steady him. The long ride in close con-fines, the look on her face just now
when her breathing had hitched damn, he was so hard he could barely walk
across the driveway.
"All is well?" Silver Hawk appeared and stepped beside him silently.
"Yeah, Pop. We're all going to the diner to eat after we unload the truck,
should do it as family ... stay together, I can take the first shift after "
"Son, look at the moon." Silver Hawk smiled. "The imminent danger has passed."
He motioned with his chin across the driveway. "Look at her. Let me take the
first shift."
Hunter shook his head no and set his jaw hard. It took three failed attempts
at opening his mouth for words to form. He thrust a key into his
grandfather's thick hand and let out a hard breath. "I still might have virus
in my system it's best if I take the first shift." Humiliation stabbed his
pride and propelled him forward, but his grandfather caught his arm.
"You purged enough to almost stop your heart. Torture yourself if you must do
penance I'm going to the diner. She is a fully matured she-Shadow and her
system is very strong. Your nose is ruined for the night to anything but her.
I would feel safer to take the first shift, given your distraction . . . and I
left a few more shots of antitoxin in the glove compartment if things get
completely out of hand." Silver Hawk added with a sly half-smile. "You are no
longer a carrier."
Thoroughly frustrated, Hunter watched the old man take three long Shadow leaps
and disappear. "Yeah, tell her that," he muttered under his breath, crossing
the drive-way in pain.
Chapter 12
Too many conflicting thoughts fought for dominance in his mind: Protection.
Danger. Sasha. Sex. The virus. Carriers. Sasha. Sex. The future. The pack.
Sasha. Sex. The clan. The predators. Sasha. Sex... and that lovely, gorgeous
ass of hers. Honor! Food... Sasha sex.
His hands were trembling by the time he'd reached the truck. She probably saw
it and that's why she'd tossed him a shotgun with an attitude. He caught it
with one hand, not even looking at it, still studying her rear view.
Admonishing himself, he tried to keep his focus on the truck, but watching
Sasha reach and bend and lift was carving a hole in the wrong side of his
brain. Especially with a motel room so, so close.
"Okay, Hunter," she said, whirling on him. "This has got to stop." She jumped
down from the flatbed of the truck and glared at him.
He nodded, never losing eye contact with her. "Just tell me how ... and I'll
gladly oblige." S
he let out an exasperated breath and brushed past him with an armload of
artillery. He hurried to open the motel room door for her. She stopped him at
the door with a hard look.
"I, uh, guess I'll take the rest of it next door."
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"Good idea," she said. "Maybe leave some heat and a coupla clips under the
front seat of the truck for Silver Hawk in case he needs to re-up while out on
patrol."
"Right. Roger that."
Hunter moved quickly to get the rest of the weapons into his room, nervous
energy and frustration making his mo-tions jerky. He didn't disagree with her.
Sasha was right. He did need to stop drooling over what wasn't going to happen
for a very long time, if ever again, just for the sake of his own sanity and
pride. He'd been here most of his adult Shadow Wolf life, banished by the pack
females because he had a little extra something crazy in his DNA. Now it had
finally gone full blown at a very inopportune time. But he wasn't sure what
was worse, never having been with a she-Shadow and not having a mate, simply
quarantined to hu-man females, or experiencing the incomparable Sasha.
Before he could even tease himself with the thought that she'd make love to
him again, first Doc had to test him and outcomes had to be proven ...
probably another full moon phase had to pass without any trace of the beast.
That was the only safe and logical thing to do. Plus, they all had to live
through the mission this personal bullshit didn't have anything to do with
anything at all relevant to what they were dealing with now.
But as he watched Sasha go into her room and kick the door closed, he had to
remember to breathe.
The slam reverberated through him as he brought the last of the weapons into
his room. It was symbolic. He set them down on the dresser and stared at the
door that ad-joined their rooms. Even though he told himself to leave it
latched, he still found himself crossing the small space that hosted two
twin-sized beds. He lied to himself that he was just going to ask her if she
was ready to grab a bite to eat. It was just as possible to walk out the front
door, walk a few feet, and knock on her room door and wait for her to answer.
Instead, he was standing at the partition door, flipping back the latch,
trying to come up with fifty plausible rea-sons why that was so. Then he
really held his breath, be-cause the secondary door on her side was already
wide open. She 'd opened her side ?
He couldn't move for a moment as he saw her standing in the middle of the
floor hugging herself, trying to steady her breaths with her eyes closed. Just
seeing her like that paralyzed him; then her incredible she-scent dragged him
across the inside threshold between the rooms.
Sasha held up one shaky hand, her voice wavering as she squeezed her eyes shut
tighter. "Don't." She placed a hand over her heart. "I shouldn't have opened
the door, Hunter, I'm dangerous."
He tilted his head, not completely sure of her meaning but very sure of his
own. "So am I."
She let out a breath that was a cross between a gasp and a sigh. The sound of
her voice contracted his groin and made him begin to breathe through his
mouth.
"Hunter," she said in a low, quiet tone, so sensual that he stepped closer out
of sheer reflex. She opened her big, beautiful eyes and her gaze searched his
face in the dark-ened room. "It's not you or that I don't want you. I'm so
horny right now that I can't think straight... but we can't risk being
attacked while in the throes, or worse, risk me getting the contagion here in
a civilian installation. It's bad enough that we have all this artillery in
here. But the later it gets, the worse it gets." Tears suddenly rose and
glittered in her eyes as her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I never knew
that it could be so bad that it actually hurt."
With that she closed her eyes and hugged herself tighter and put distance
between them by walking across the room to stare out the window at the moon.
"Baby ... I'm right there with you." Pain was making him stupid.
He had only processed selected segments of what she'd said: the first and last [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]