Holy shit…
Conall walked toward her, closing the space between them. She backed away until she found herself up against the wall. He moved in front of her, placing his arms on either side of her body, his palms resting flat beside her shoulders. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared up at him.
“What? What!”
“You just took this to a whole new level.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“That the gloves are off.”
“Oh, I’m quaking.”
His wolf eyes swept up and down her body once. But in that one gaze, it was like he’d ripped off all her clothes. To her surprise, it wasn’t really an unpleasant feeling. “You will be.”
“Bring it on, Viking. I do so love a challenge.”
He smiled and it took all her strength not to run for her life. His incisors had extended. He had wolf eyes and fangs. So not a good thing.
“You really think you can handle me, baby?”
No. But she wasn’t about to tell him that. “Already I’m bored.”
With a snarl, he grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up against the wall. Then his mouth was on hers. It was a vicious kiss. One that drew blood when his fangs grazed against her lips. But she didn’t care. Not when she was experiencing the most amazing adrenaline rush of her life.
His tongue slid into her mouth and she tasted him and her own blood. At first, she didn’t know what to do. But then it was like her body had a will of its own. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands were under Conall’s T-shirt, running over all that smooth, hard skin packed with tight muscles, and settling on those narrow hips. She felt his hands under her shirt and on her breasts, her bra torn apart in one pull.
For that moment, her friends, her dissertation, Troy, her attempts to dispute the Pythagorean Theorem, all forgotten. Instead, she couldn’t think past Conall touching her. He felt so good next to her skin. She wanted to be naked and she wanted this man inside her. And it seemed Conall had the same idea. His hand reached under her short denim skirt and snatched off her panties.
She dug her fingers into his hair and groaned into his mouth as he gripped her ass tight. She was sure she felt his claws just beneath his skin, but he hadn’t let them loose. Yet.
He stopped kissing her so he could attack her neck. She wondered whether he’d mark her or not. Normally, she’d fight that. She knew from Sara what it meant. But at the moment, rational thought didn’t exist for her. Especially once that mouth of his moved down to her breast and she felt his fangs graze across her nipple. Her whole body jerked violently and she gripped him tighter.
Conall undid his jeans and had them and his boxers around his ankles. Miki could feel the heat from his erection as it pressed against her. She knew she should stop him. If for no other reason than to tell him to put a condom on. But she was lost. Hopelessly lost.
Then the knock on the door came. She and Conall froze.
“Hey, Miki?” Craig’s voice. Oh, shit.
Conall growled. A low, scary one as he glared at her with accusing wolf eyes. “Who the hell’s that?”
“My friend.”
There was another bang at the door. This time more insistent.
Miki began to say something, but Conall’s hand suddenly covered her mouth. “Not. A. Word,” he bit out between clenched teeth. “Hold on,” he barked at the door.
He took several deep breaths, then slowly released Miki. She slid down his legs, his erection gliding right across her flesh and she let out a little moan before she could stop herself.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered angrily before he pushed her away, pulled his boxers and jeans up, and went toward the door.
“Conall.” He glared at her over his shoulder. “Fangs,” she whispered.
He blinked, realizing parts of him were still wolf. He closed his eyes and cracked his neck. When he opened them again, his eyes were his normal blue and his fangs had receded back into normal incisors.
Miki pushed down her skirt and kicked her torn panties and bra across the room and under the bed as Conall answered the door.
“Yeah?”
“We’re looking for Miki.”
With a grunt, Conall stepped back, allowing Craig, Ben, and Kenny Liu to walk into the hotel room. They gawked at Conall like the main attraction at a freak show.
“What are you guys doing here?”
Kenny was the first one who could actually tear his eyes away from Conall. “Um…you forgot something.”
No she didn’t. She didn’t forget anything. Her friends were checking up on her. They’d probably dumped off Amy and then started wondering what would happen to Miki when Conall woke up. She thought only Sara and Angie were that protective of her.
“Oh, yeah? What?” She loved her friends, but she wasn’t above giving them a hard time for the hell of it.
“Uh…” Kenny looked at Ben who looked at Craig who finally turned away from Conall to look at Miki.
“Um…” he patted his pants. “The…uh…fifty bucks I owe you.” Craig pulled out his wallet and took out several bills. He walked across the room and handed it to Miki.
“That’s the best you can do?” she asked quietly with a smile.
“We were desperate,” he whispered back. “And should I ask what happened to the bed?”
Miki glanced at the displaced bed and back at Craig. “Earthquake.”
“Miki,” he whispered fiercely through his teeth. “This isn’t funny. Did you know your lip was bleeding?”
Conall desperately fought to get himself under some control. He’d never lost it like that before. Never. This one woman had pushed the beast out of him, but she didn’t run screaming like any normal person would have. Instead she’d almost fucked him.
And he almost took her. Right up against the wall. No condom. No rational thought. No thought for consequences. He knew Miki was healthy as a horse—Sara told him often enough. He was surprised the female didn’t pull out Miki’s blood tests as proof. So that wasn’t even an issue for him. But he also knew from looking at her she was a fertile girl. True, he wanted kids one day but right this minute? And with Miki? The woman who had drugged him and left him to go hang with her friends. Really, wasn’t he just trying to get laid here?
Maybe not. Maybe he wanted more. More from the one woman the wolf in him seemed to respond to.
But Miki Kendrick taunted that wolf like it was a small Jack Russell Terrier behind a neighbor’s fence. Crazy woman.
He watched Miki speak to the nerdy imbecile. If they had been in high school together, he would have kicked that guy’s ass on a daily basis.
Of course, the way he was leaning into Miki at that very moment, Conall might still kick his ass.
Miki ran her tongue along her bottom lip and tasted her blood. Christ, things had spun out of control, hadn’t they? She heard Conall growl from across the room and saw all her friends tense. She had to get them out. Now.
“I just bit my lip, it’s nothin’.” She turned Craig around and pushed him toward the door, both her hands against his back.
“You sure you don’t need anything else?”
A box of condoms? “No. But thanks. And thanks for the fifty.” Which she had every intention of keeping.
She shoved Craig out the door, then grabbed Kenny and Ben by their jackets and forced them out. “Thanks, guys. See ya!”
She closed the door on her friends and turned to face Conall. He didn’t say anything, merely stared at her.