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An Excerpt From: FULL MOON RISING
© Copyright LORIE O’CLARE,
2004.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.
Dear
Lord. Miss Beth Parks had filled out nicely. He blew out a breath of air,
realizing he would start drooling if he didn’t take his mind off of that
small but perfectly shaped body. She would look damned good sprawled out on
a bed. He’d begun to wonder whether she shaved her pussy or not when he
gave himself a mental slap.
“Contact City Hall,” she was saying. “I don’t
want to go in front of the judge in a court room. It’s best to keep a low
profile here. Let him know I’ll meet with him in his chambers and we’ll
keep this short and sweet.”
Ethan
realized at that moment that Sandra Parks sat at the kitchen table,
watching him carefully. Greta Hothmeyer sat
across from her, also watching him, satisfaction filling the air from the
two of them.
This
had gone far enough. Intercepting Beth in mid-pace, he put his hand over
her phone. She looked up at him, possibly noticing him for the first time,
or maybe realizing for the first time who he was.
Something akin to panic rushed through her, the strong confidence that had
swarmed around her a moment before gone. It lasted only a moment before the
spicy smell of irritation floated in the air between them. And there wasn’t
much space between them.
“Hang
up that phone before I hang it up for you,” he whispered, enjoying the
worried expression his implied threat caused.
“You
do not tell me what to do.” She matched his threatening tone quite well.
Amusement
rushed through him, his loins tightening with the reminder of what a
spitfire she was. It made sense if she was some hotshot lawyer. But she
wasn’t so good that he couldn’t take her on. Maybe when they were cubs
she’d managed to get the better of him, making a fool of him in front of
all of their peers. But that had been a long time ago. He was in charge
here. No matter how many people she might be used to bossing around, this
saucy little bitch would learn here and now, she would do as he told her.
Squeezing
down on her hand just enough to make his point, he removed her phone, and
pushed the off button. A look of disbelief crossed her face.
“How
dare you!” She put her hands on her hips, her lips pursing in anger. Her
dark green eyes sparked with fire, but it was the tell-tale flush that
spread across her cheeks that gave him the urge to press her up against the
counter and show her exactly what he would dare to do.
He
could have it out with her right here in the kitchen, but he needed some
time. This wasn’t one of the sweet little bitches he was accustomed to who
drooled every time he walked into the room. Beth Parks didn’t appear the
least bit intimidated by him, even though she barely stood tall enough to
reach his shoulders. The fire in her expression let him see her passion.
She lusted over him. He knew it. But she had it well hidden. Just like she
had so many years ago when they were cubs.
There
was only one thing to do.
Ethan
grabbed Beth by the arm and turned to walk out of the house.
“What
the hell are you doing?” Beth sounded alarmed, although if she was trying
to stop him, she wasn’t very strong. It seemed she followed him through the
house willingly.
“What’s
going on?” Ralph asked.
Ethan
ignored the group and stormed to the front door, dragging Beth behind him.
“I’ll
call you in a bit,” Ethan told him, knowing Ralph would be able to calm the
group.
Ethan
needed time to sort things out, and to think with his brain and not his
cock.
The
smells of the house faded quickly when they marched across the front yard.
He knew every pack member watched them but he didn’t care. He almost threw
Beth at his bike.
“If
you think I’m going to get on that thing…” she began.
He
grabbed her shoulders, fighting the urge to press himself against her, just
for a moment, wanting to see how she felt up against him. Instead he simply
looked her square in the eye, all too aware of the heat that surged through
his hands where he touched her.
“You
can climb on, or I will throw you on.” He enjoyed how her eyes grew wide,
the all-knowing counselor suddenly at a loss for words. “But either way, we
are going for a ride.”
“How
in the hell did you manage to become pack leader?” she mumbled, anger
seeping from her. The spicy scent of it lay cover
to something more evocative, more sultry. A scent he hadn’t noticed while
they were in the kitchen grabbed his attention now.
Beth
Parks was more than aroused. She had to be soaking wet. What he wouldn’t do
to run his hand down between the crotch of her
jeans, feel her heat.
Since
she hadn’t moved, he decided she must want to be lifted on to his bike. It
was a large Harley, and she was a petite woman. Grabbing her by the waist,
he lifted her high enough for her to straddle the small passenger seat.
“How
dare you!” Beth squirmed in his arms, her legs going everywhere but around
his bike.
Ethan
heard definite laughter coming from the house. Well the last thing the
counselor would do was make a fool out of him—again. Placing her back down
on the ground, before she kicked something that might really put him out of
commission, he twisted her around, bent her over his bike, and gave her
rear end a quick swat.
“Shit!”
she cried out loud enough to make everyone in the neighborhood aware of
their presence.
Beth
turned on him with her fist raised, ready to do damage. Her dark green eyes
glowed with anger, those soft lips barely covering teeth that had started
to sharpen.
Ethan
grabbed her fist, pulling her to him. He could feel her heart pounding
between her breasts. And those full round mounds pressed against him felt better than anything he’d experienced in quite a while.
He held on to her hand, while pinning her other arm between them. His free
hand strolled down her back. And it took some effort not to cup that sweet
ass of hers.
“Now,”
he said quietly. “You may climb on, or I will lift you on. But you are
getting on that bike. I will not have a yelling match with you in the
middle of this neighborhood.”
Beth
considered his words, her heavy breathing causing her breasts to move
against his chest. She struggled to free herself and he tightened his grip.
“What’s
it going to be, counselor?” he asked.
“I
will not be bullied.” Even
captured in his arms she would fight him. “Let go of me now, unless you
wish to spend the night in jail.”
Ethan
smiled. Her idle threats didn’t bother him a bit. There was no way anyone
would arrest him for taking on the mouthy lawyer. They might want to watch.
His grin widened.
“Are
you accustomed to people backing down simply because you threaten them?”
“I’m
accustomed to dealing with werewolves who have manners.” She fought again
to be released.
“I can
be very polite.” He pulled her just a bit closer, her breath scorching
through his chest, burning his skin. “I don’t know why you bring out the
beast in me,” he whispered, lowering his head so that her face was inches
from his.
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