He followed her into the house and put the bag on the kitchen counter. Jamie eased the strap of her purse from her shoulder but before she could set it down a black ball of fur leaped through the air, landed on Dan's shoulder then leaped to the counter. Mike's eyes widened. "What the hell?" "Well, hi, baby." Jamie gathered the ball of fur to her chest and stroked it. "Say hello to Mike. Mike, this is Mischief.""Mischief?" He laughed. "I'd say that's an appropriate name for a black cat. Does she always leap on people like that?""You were standing in her way." Jamie grinned. "She wanted to get to her mommy. Besides, she's not too keen on strangers.""So you say. Let's see. Animals usually like me." He reached out a hand slowly to pat the small head. Shockingly, Mischief set up a loud purr."Wow. She's never done that before. You must have some kind of magic surrounding you.""Maybe so. "He winked at her then glanced around the area. "Nice place." "Thanks, but they're basi
"Where did you get that?" Mike didn't seem to be able to tear his eyes away from it."Up in my attic." She moved it more into the open so he could see it better. "It's seen better days but I thought I'd put it out on my porch for Halloween."Mike reached a hand out to touch the stuffed animal, which came almost to his waist. "So I guess this belonged to your grandparents, too?"Jamie shrugged. "I guess, although I never saw it whenever I visited them. It was up in the attic behind a stack of cartons. I know this sounds crazy but sometimes when I look at it I get the feeling it's looking back at me."Mike gave her quizzical look. "Yeah? Interesting."Before she had a chance to ask him what he meant by that he was at the front door, looking back at Jamie. "You planning to decorate tonight?""No. I'm taking the day off tomorrow. My assistant and the volunteers work on Halloween and I work a Sunday for each of them."Mike frowned. "The library is open Sunday?" "Only once a month."
As she turned to the next page she wondered not for the first time what on earth her grandparents were doing with a book like this? It just didn't seem like their reading style.It is a mistaken assumption that a werewolf can only shift during a full moon or even any kind of moonlight. The shift can take place at any time of day or night and depends on the circumstances. But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system."Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc?"What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?""Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy."My thoughts exactly.""In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis."What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as
Mike's masculine presence overwhelmed Jamie's feminine bedroom. Still holding her in his arms he turned on the bedside lamp, the soft light accenting the hollows of his cheeks and the amber of his eyes. With efficient movements he stripped back the covers on the bed and stood her on her feet, facing him. His large graceful hands cupped her face as his mouth pressed against hers. Jamie swore electricity snapped and crackled between them, zipping along the contact of their lips. He moved his hands along her arms and shoulders, sliding to her back. She knew the moment he discovered she had no bra on. He stopped the light strokes of his fingers, the tips of them pressing against her spine for a moment before he reached down and lifted the hem of her shirt. In a moment she felt the warmth of his hand against her bare skin, along her shoulder blades before sliding around to find her breasts. A soft moan burst from her throat at the touch of his hands cupping her breasts and his fingers l
Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, Jamie brushed Mike's hand away and wrapped her own around the turgid shaft practically staring her in the face. It pulsed hot beneath her touch, the skin covering the steel softer than silk. With her thumb she brushed the bead of fluid sitting on the slit, smoothing it over the velvety head. The cock was so thick she couldn't get her fingers completely around it so she added the other hand. Casually she stroked up and down, slowly at first then faster as the hard shaft throbbed beneath her touch. "Better go easy," he warned, his voice thick and raspy. "My control isn't what I'd like it to be at the moment."Jamie stared at it as her hands continued their sliding motion. "We may have a problem here. I'm not sure it will fit."Golden heat flared in his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll make sure it does."A shiver of delight skated over her and the jungle drum beating in her pussy increased the intensity of its beat. She increased the speed of her s
Mike stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He didn't seem any the worse for wear despite the long, physically depleting night. Shifting always drained a little energy from him but the sex last night was what had really done him in. The sex! Holy shit! Was this crazy or what? All he'd hoped for when he moved next door to his objective was for the owner to be halfway approachable. He'd never expected a luscious female with long dark hair and generous curves that made his mouth water and his cock stand up at attention and salute. The moment he saw her he wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right there on the postage stamp lawn.Fuck! He should have his head examined. He had lost it last night for sure. It's deprivation, asshole. That's all it is. You've been without for too long.That much was certainly true. He was most definitely ready for something. But Jamie Dalton was way beyond what he'd hoped for. Seeing her sitting in that chair last night he was unable to hold hi
Jamie stood in front of her full-length mirror and frowned at the body reflected back at her. Her nipples were darker than usual and when she touched them they were unusually sensitive. Tiny little red marks were visible on her neck and where it joined her shoulder. And what about the reddening on the inside of her thighs? If she didn't know better she'd think it was whisker burn. But how was that possible?If last night had been more than a dream, how could she ever face Mike Volka again? What must he think of her? Maybe he'll think I'm very sexy and want to do it again.Sexy, with her hips wider than she liked, not to mention her thighs and her ass? Maybe he liked his women that way? Yeah, right. A guy as hot as he was probably had women throwing themselves at him.Still, she had seen interest in his eyes, both when he jogged up to her front porch and when he was standing in the kitchen with her. And holy mother! Just his touch raised her thermostat. For some ungodly reason t
Mike could hardly take his eyes away from Jamie long enough to get them both in his truck and out of the driveway. Just looking at her made him salivate. And that kiss! Damn. It was the kiss he might expect from a mate, but not from a human.Unless that human is his mate.He blinked, stunned at the echo of his father's voice in his head. It took him back to a discussion they'd had just before the attack that killed his parents. During a long night before the fireplace his father had shared a lot of shifter wisdom with him, almost as if he knew tragedy was about to strike. That it might be the last time they shared a moment like that.Mike was shocked to learn that his father would approve mating with a human if it was the right relationship. Unfortunately he hadn't given him any advice on how to go about it. The other human females he'd been with had been for nothing more than sex, the chance to relieve the constant hunger that roiled inside him.The book will tell you all.Only i