Once again, Gavin insisted on accompanying Megan to her apartment door. Talk about dancing with temptation.
Bad enough dealing with him in the closeness of his car, especially after that devastating kiss, then having the scent of his cologne enveloping her as other building tenants forced him to invade her space. But she doubted her willpower if he entered her apartment, a place that would offer privacy and a bed. A bed that hadn’t seen any exercise since her move here.I need him to go. Quickly. Exiting the elevator, she took brisk steps to her apartment, only to slow as she approached the door to her place, a door not quite closed.Key in hand, she hesitated.“Move away from the door,” he ordered, but she didn’t jump to obey.“Maybe I didn’t close it properly when we left earlier,” she muttered, reaching out with trembling fingers to push at the portal. It swung open.Before she could truly comprehend what she glimpsed, Gavin had inserted himself between her and the open doorway, blocking her view.But a second was all it took. One second to see that a tornado had apparently visited her home and left only wreckage in its wake.Her trembling coalesced into a cold anger at the senseless destruction of her apartment.Sure, she’d not lived here long or truly given it her stamp, but darn it, this was her space. My home. And someone had dared enter and destroy what little she had.Someone would pay.It didn’t take a keen sense of smell for Gavin to realize something was amiss as they approached Megan’s apartment door. The fact that it sat ajar screamed intruder, especially since Gavin knew for a fact that they’d closed it when they left earlier. Hell, he’d watched her lock and test the knob before they set off.
When Megan didn’t heed his warning to move aside, he simply inserted himself between her and the doorway, ensuring that should any intruders wait within, they’d have to deal with him first.Or should he say, he’d deal with them?Mess with my woman, mess with me. Apparently, wolves and cavemen had a lot in common.Stepping into her apartment, Gavin focused on the possibility of the attackers—attackers in the plural because he smelled more than one. His focus didn’t mean he missed Megan’s gasp of dismay, but he’d focus on that in a moment. The broken detritus of her belongings could be replaced.She couldn’t.Someone had gone through and left a very potent message, even spray-painted it on the wall.Plead guilty or else.“Not very subtle, are they?” he said aloud as he came to the conclusion he and Megan were alone.“They trashed my place to try and convince me to go to jail for a murder I didn’t commit? Are they out of their freaking minds?” Far from being terrified, Megan sounded disbelieving. “What idiot would ever agree to something like that? So what if they destroyed my place? I’m not going to spend my life behind bars.”“Fear can be a powerful motivator.”“Fear?” She snorted in clear disdain. “This makes me mad, and even more determined to fight this.”“That’s my girl.” He couldn’t help pride in her stance, even as her fighting spirit took him by surprise. Most women he was acquainted with would have taken this opportunity to sob and fling themselves at him, begging he protect them. They would have hinted at sleeping over. He would have refused of course. An active social life didn’t mean he invited his bed partners to get too close. He did have secrets, after all, and a need for personal space. But Megan was different.“I’d better get the bucket and rag out.”“You don’t want to call the police?”She snorted. “What for? We both know break and enters don’t rate high on their list of priorities. Especially for a suspected murderess. If you’ll excuse me, I have a mess to clean up.”As Gavin glanced around the place, he noted it was more than just a mess. She needed a Dumpster, and pretty much everything replaced. She obviously couldn’t stay here and surely acted so brave out of pride.“You can stay with me until we catch the culprit,” he told her. He waited for the smile of gratitude. Maybe a hug. Or a kiss?“No.”The unexpected reply threw him for a loop. “Er—what?”“No. Totally inappropriate and unnecessary.”“You can’t stay here. Not only is this place unfit, but how do you know the culprits won’t come back?”She pursed her lips. “Good point. I’ll find a motel.”“I thought you were broke.”Her nose wrinkled, and she made a noise. “Ugh. Dammit. I keep forgetting about that. I guess staying here is the only option. I doubt they’ll come back tonight, and if they do, good luck getting in. I’ll wedge a chair under the door.” She walked away from him, stripping off her coat and draping it on the leg of an overturned armchair. She headed to the bedroom, still speaking. “It won’t be that bad. I’ll just vacuum up the glass and stuff so I don’t cut myself and—”The stream of curses she let out would have made even the most obscene comedian blush. How could such a pretty, demure woman know the most painful way of brutalizing a body part? Even more shocking, how could she utter it with complete conviction that she could accomplish the physically impossible feat? The flip from sweet victim to violent vixen rendered Gavin speechless.Needing to know what had set her off, he entered her bedroom, only to stop as the scent of urine hit him.“They peed on my bed!” She stood at the foot of it, hands on her hips, and glared.Despite the nasty environ, her evident anger, and her dirty, dirty mouth, he’d never seen anything sexier. Grabbing her by the hand, he yanked her back out into the main area.“What do you think you’re doing?”“Getting you out of here.”Digging in her heels, she halted her movement. “I am not going with you to your apartment.”“Fine. But you’re going somewhere. I know of a hotel downtown we can go to with decent security and tight lips. Before you argue about the price, let me state that I consider this part of the cost of taking you on as a client. If you get killed because I was lax in your protection, then it looks bad on me.”“Do I have a choice?”“No. And let it be known, right now, that I will carry you out of here kicking and screaming, caveman-style if needed. So swallow your pride and stubbornness. We’re going.”“Fine,” she grumbled. “I’ll go to a hotel.”Hallelujah, he’d gotten her to agree. It probably wasn’t a good time to mention he’d be staying with her and that he planned to get a room with only one bed.For her protection and to save on costs of course. Already he prepared his argument, because no way would she allow it without a fight.He rather looked forward to it.Megan fumed all the way to the hotel.I can’t believe they invaded my space like that.Did they really think the loss of some stuff would make her plead guilty?Like hell.But she did find it worrisome that someone would go to such destructive lengths to try to pin a murder on her. Who hated her enough to want her in jail? Or was it she was just that the most convenient scapegoat?Of other concern was the ardent interest of her lawyer. When he’d issued his invitation to have her stay with him, her first impulse was to say yes, especially since she got the feeling he didn’t mean in the guest room. Then sanity kicked in, and she found herself refusing.Getting involved with the man who was supposed to convince a jury and judge of her innocence wasn’t in her best interest. Neither was accepting any favors from him. But what choice did she have?She couldn’t very well pull money out of a secret offshore bank account so she could hire some other swanky lawyer. Poor little secretaries didn’t
How the fuck did a cat get in the room? was Gavin’s first thought when the caterwauling started. It took only another second to realize he was getting a call. His phone sang the old Purina cat commercial song, which involved a lot of meows, which drove his inner wolf mental.Bloody Broderick. The irritating feline had gotten his hands on Gavin’s cell somehow and put it as his ringtone. Gavin had yet to figure out how to change it.I’ve really got to try that brownie recipe I found on the Internet but replace the marijuana with catnip. The resulting blackmail video might atone for some of his pal’s pranks.Sliding out of bed, leaving the warm and cuddly body of his mate—after last night she’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet—he padded naked, but for the phone in his hand, to the bathroom and shut the door.“What do you want?” he answered, forgoing a hello.A tad grumpy? Damned right. He’d harbored other plans for waking up that didn’t involve speaking to his friend while a naked de
The meowing ringtone woke Megan, but comfortable in the bed, she didn’t bother to stir—although she did crack an eyelid to admire the flexing, tight buttocks of her lawyer/lover.My lover.Not quite the stupidest thing she’d done lately but, given her situation, not the brightest either.At least her lapse in judgment resulted in a phenomenal night of sex. Apparently, Gavin’s skills weren’t just in the courtroom. The man knew how to play her body, leaving it pleasantly sore and, more surprising, hungry for more.Indeed, just thinking about the pleasures of the previous eve had arousal stirring and her skin tingling. How rare to find a man who attracted her and on more than one level. Not only did his body attract; his mind wasn’t too bad either.Another unexpected aspect about Gavin was her ability to sleep with him. Sleepovers weren’t her forte. Something about the vulnerability of sleep made her restless and unable to enjoy but the lightest of slumber, a habit she’d not managed to dr
ElainaFinally, we arrive at the parking lot, Anna is waiting as patiently as ever. It’s still early, and we’re the only people there, thank goodness. We step into the back, look at each other, our bodies trembling with an identical need.“Not here. Let’s go home,” he says.I grin, knowing what he means. This is home. But so is the crumbling old parking lot with the river running alongside it. He rummages in a cupboard, finds a T-shirt and shorts and pulls them on, while I slip into my T-shirt, my panties, reach for my jeans.But he stops me. “That’s enough,” he growls.He wants me to sit in the passenger seat in just my panties? Okay then.“What about your bike?” I ask as we take our seats. “Don’t you want to ride it back?”“I’ll pick it up later.” He gives me another burning look. “There’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight right now.”A shiver of delight goes through me.I’m his. I’m really his, I keep telling myself.THE RAIN HAS CLEARED NOW and the morning sunshine is brillia
Emerging from the bathroom, Gavin expected to encounter a few things. An intruder with nefarious intentions. Maybe some screaming from Megan, because a normal woman would be frightened by not only someone kicking their door down and shooting but also the appearance of a living and, yes, viciously snarling Lycan.What he didn’t expect was to find his mate expertly taking down a hired thug.Naked.Straddling a stranger’s chest, her forearm across the man’s throat, her boobs hanging practically in the guy’s face, Megan had things under control—but the guy under her had a much too intimate view.That more than anything set Gavin off.His woman was touching another man while not wearing a stitch of clothing. The fact that she did so to protect herself—with a skill Gavin would question later—didn’t matter.Red, roaring jealousy infused him, followed by icy rage as the gunman, during her shocked moment of inattention, flung her away, causing her harm.He hurt my woman!Unacceptable. A civili
Such a nice bedroom, decorated in light blues and grays. Very tastefully appointed. What a shame it was about to get messy.From the comfortable club chair she sat in, Megan aimed the gun she’d taken off the guard she’d assaulted in the garden at Fabian’s forehead.It was highly doubtful she’d taken him by surprise. The man was a renowned mob lord for a reason, but his cocky self-assuredness meant he took his time acknowledging her presence.She couldn’t help a grudging admiration. It took a set of megaballs to act as if he didn’t fear her and to ignore the gun she held pointed at him with unwavering hands. He knew for a fact that she never missed.“Megan. Darling. To what do I owe this lovely crack-of-dawn visit?”“I was in the area and thought I’d pop in.”“Did you make my guards look incompetent again?”“Just the one guy. He’s out cold in the garden. The others don’t even know I’m here.”Fabian blew out a breath of disgust. “Bloody hell. I’d really like to know your tricks.”“And g
While Gavin hated leaving Megan after having declared her his mate, given her somewhat temperamental reaction he thought a cooling-off period might work in his favor. And possibly keep him alive longer.Sure, he’d not exactly sprung the news of their wolfish nuptials on her in a romantic way.However, the whole situation since he’d met her had proven less than normal or ideal.He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that the woman he’d tied himself to for life was a proclaimed assassin and spy for his nemesis.What would this mean for their future? Would she insist on pursing her career? If she does, at least she’ll have a damned good lawyer to keep her sweet ass out of jail.Speaking of law, how did he feel about the fact that his mate was a woman on the wrong side of it?The answer took less than a second to arrive. It didn’t really bother him. Gavin was used to defending criminals. Innocent or not, he’d not previously cared. It was up to him to give them their chance in cou
A week later and Megan still pouted. She just couldn’t have articulated exactly why, though.Yes, her daddy had shown up and decided things for her, his well-aimed throw of a statuette knocking Gavin out. Her hollered, “What did you do that for?” was met with an implacable, “I didn’t like him.”Funny enough, Megan couldn’t say the same. Despite Gavin’s pompous assertions, she rather liked him. Not that it mattered. Her daddy literally abducted her and took her home.Megan didn’t fight much.Really, leaving was for the best. She couldn’t just allow Gavin—no matter how sexy or yummy or anything—dictate the course of her life.So what if he thought fate had designated her as the one woman he’d spend his life with?No one asked her.No one asked her if she wanted to more or less marry an almost stranger—who made her body sing and brought her to life.No one asked her if she could handle living with a lawyer whose ethics depended on whom he defended—and who accepted the fact that she somet