Fever (Blood Moon Rising, #1)
flicked to her
hand.
    That’s right. How could she
have forgotten about that weird Mark? After figuring out she wasn’t
dreaming, she’d ran to the bathroom. The Mark hadn’t washed off in
the sink, and she’d scrubbed it raw. “I don’t know what any of this
means. I don’t know why I’m acting this way.” She looked at him. “I
don’t know you .”
    Fear pumped into her
heart. Walk away .
She took one step when he grabbed her wrist.
    “ Do you want to?” he asked
softly.
    Her heart started pounding, but not
from lust, as her stomach did a little flip that made her insides
tingle. Her throat ran dry.
    What do I say? What do I
say?
    Seth used to whisper such sweet things
too, used to make her feel this way.
    A chill went through her. “I… need
some air. Stay away from me, kidnapper.”
    With that, she jerked free and ran,
praying he wouldn’t follow her yet hoping at the same time that he
would.
     

Chapter 6
     
    Gage watched her go, forcing himself
to stay rooted to the spot. He wanted to give chase - all wolves
did. And normally he would have, had she been any other
she-wolf.
    Danica was nothing like them. She was
so much more.
    The image of her body, bared and
smelling of roses and her arousal, was burned into his mind. He
hardened thinking about her. He could still feel the soft plumpness
of her breasts against his hands, taste how eagerly her nipples had
responded to him.
    Groaning, he shook his head and paced
the room, trying to cool down. The fact it was warm in here due to
the fire didn’t help.
    Striding toward the balcony, he opened
the doors and strolled out into the crisp night air. He gripped the
railing, inhaling deeply. The smell of cigarette smoke drifted
toward him. Lucky Strikes. He didn’t need to look to know Nik was
standing a few feet away.
    The two wolves stood in silence for a
moment. “Looks like you two are going to get along just fine,” Nik
said, the sound muffled because the cigarette was caught between
his lips.
    Gage smirked. “I should have known you
were watching, you dirty bastard. I’d think you’d see enough porn,
as frequently as your bed is occupied. You should have been an
incubus.”
    “ Nah.” Nik took one last
drag then tossed the butt. “I couldn’t deal with the ‘no
relationships’ clause.”
    Gage smiled softly. “You’ll find her.
Be thankful your fever hasn’t taken hold.”
    Nik grinned. “Can’t wait ‘til it
does.”
    Gage snorted. A light flashed in a
window from the corner of his eye, and he looked up. He sucked in a
sharp breath. Danica was watching him from her room. The drapes
quickly drew shut, and Gage’s shoulders slumped.
    “ How’d she take the
werewolf thing?” Nik asked.
    Gage avoided his brother’s gaze and
mumbled, “I haven’t told her.”
    “ Shit.”
    “ Cut me some slack. What
was I supposed to say? That I kidnapped her so I could have sex
with her and bind her to me forever?”
    “ Nah, talk about destiny.
Women like destiny and soul mates.”
    Gage sighed. “You’re
hopeless.”
    “ Besides,” Nik said, “it
didn’t seem like she was putting up too much of a
fight.”
    Gage’s jaw ticked. It didn’t bother
him so much that Nik had been spying on them as it did he’d seen
his mate partially naked.
    Nik studied him for a long, silent
moment. “You know what I think?”
    “ I don’t know why you
bother asking. You’ll just tell me anyway, whether I want to hear
it or not.”
    “ Damn right I will.” Nik
crossed his arms. “I think you’re afraid of scaring her
off.”
    “ What? Don’t be
ridiculous.” Gage looked away.
    Nik pointed to himself.
“Werewolf, remember? And your brother and packmate, at that. I can sense
your fear. I just hit the nail on the head.”
    Gage’s hands gripped the railing so
tightly his knuckles were white. “I can’t lose her. Ever since I
got packmaster, I’ve felt like I was king of a castle of cards,
like the whole deck can topple at any minute. Our peace

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