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An Excerpt From: OUTSMARTING THE MOON
Copyright © CHERYL DRAGON, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
He
reached for the pants and closed his hand around hers. Over the past two
years he’d been naked in far weirder and more dangerous places than a
woman’s basement. He locked himself up most times but on those rare
instances he’d get out. There was no hurry to cover up when she stared so
willingly at him. Charlie tried to restrain the pent-up desire—the
frustration.
The
mix of her soft skin under his palm and the scent of her made him slip. He
grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the bars. “Why?”
“What?”
Her eyes held shock but her body pressed to the cage.
Too
aroused to articulate, he captured her small pouty mouth with his through
the bars. Laura didn’t scream or pull away—she teased her tongue along his
lower lip and leaned closer.
He
reached out and ran his free hand up her round hip to cup a warm breast.
Laura rewarded him with a groan. Unable to think, he dropped the pants and
used his other hand to dig into her wavy copper hair that hung down past her
shoulders. Suddenly both of her hands were on his chest, combing through
his chest hair and then stroking around back to hold on to him. The woman
was fearless and seductive. His own personal goddess. She was lucky there
were bars between them or she’d be on the floor already.
What
little control he had left was slipping as Charlie filled up on her scent,
natural and arousing. His hard cock pressed to her soft hip and he rubbed
it to ease his need.
Charlie
lifted his head but kept their bodies pressed to the bars. For a moment, he
studied her haunting green eyes. “Why were you torturing me?” he asked.
The
arousal in her face was tempered with offense. “No torture. I had to
tranquilize you or you’d be running loose. I’m sorry, it was my fault you
didn’t lock yourself up in time but you could’ve hurt others.” Her
fingernails dug into his back gently.
He
grinned for the first time in months. How did this woman do that to him? So
innocent yet direct. “Not the tranquilizer. You’ve been following me for
two weeks.”
“How
did you know?” She frowned and her lush lips pouted further. “I thought I
was doing well. You never approached me.”
“I
thought you were a reporter or someone wanting to expose me. You could be
distant from sight but never from the strong sense of smell werewolves possess even in human form. I aroused you
before you even met me—your scent was torture. Is this some odd zoologist
experiment?” He didn’t quite believe the story of the cure. Everyone he
knew in the werewolf world, which granted was very few, said there was no
hope for a cure. No choice but to join a pack for protection or lock
yourself away every month.
“No,
no experiments. The werewolf is a fascinating specimen but you’re not my
prisoner. I caged you for safety. I’m offering you a chance for a cure. I
won’t deny an attraction but I can control myself better than you can.” She
looked down at her breast and Charlie realized he was still groping her.
Not that he’d stop. Charlie massaged it firmly until she gasped.
He
wanted to believe her about the cure. He’d do anything to have his life and
control back all the time. But at the moment, he’d do anything to have this
woman as well. Could he even trust her? On some level he already did.
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