All Chapters of Command of the Wolf: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isabella was certain no other person—wolf, human, or otherwise—had ever infuriated her more than Jeremy Lennon. She’d always considered herself a mild-mannered person. Having grown up on a ranch in the Deep South, she’d been taught to be polite, accommodating, and generally pleasant. Sugar wouldn’t melt in her mouth, her mother used to say of her. Some would have called her bookish, shy even—when she wasn’t donning her lab coat overtop her cowgirl boots, that is.Yet, at the moment, as she looked into this cowboy’s ruggedly handsome face, all Southern hospitality flew out the window. Everything about him turned her tosalt instead of sugar. Who did he think he was, bossing her around and acting as if he gave a crap about her safety?The high commander of the Grey Wolves, that’s who.And now he was baiting her. Playing on her sense of curiosity with that dark, playful grin on his face. And she was falling

“Excuse me?”He’d surprised her when he’d let slip that he wanted to protect her. Help her. But…Isabella couldn’t have heard him correctly, could she?“I want to make it clear that our prior agreements still stand, and they have no relation to your decision. Regardless of my position, you have a choice, of course.”Maybe she had heard him correctly. He couldn’t possibly be serious. She gaped at him. Yes, there was heat between them. Tension. She sensed it, too. But she wasn’t about to admit that. Definitely not to him. She couldn’t risk another relationship with an alpha wolf—no matter how attractive and brave he might be, or how tempting the offer. No matter how much she wanted to see that softer side of him again.No. She needed to nip this in the bud before it got out of hand.She settled on being saucy. It worked with him, and that seemed to be the only way they could conver

The door to Jeremy’s private cabin burst open, allowing the cold to blow in. The fire in the hearth flickered, the flames briefly dimming to a steady burning ember before roaring to life again. Jeremy stared into the fire, his thoughts racing. The cold at his back sent a chill down his spine, but it wasn’t the wind that caused him to still. It was the feminine voice that accompanied it.“You wanted to see me, Commander?”It had only been two days, but her voice sounded throatier, deeper in timbre than he remembered, the kind of voice meant for late-night phone calls and meetings in dark corners of a hotel lobby.Austin held her by the arms. Her wrists were bound again, though he knew she’d been roaming around without handcuffs inside the guest cabin that served as her house arrest. She watched him with incredulous eyes, as if he’d had nerve to summon her. He’d missed that cheekiness, stubborn woman that she was.H

Jeremy prowled toward Isabella, crossing the cabin in three quick strides. Her back was turned toward him, and he knew she hadn’t prepared for his onslaught. He caught her shoulders in his hands, and she stilled beneath his touch, bracing a hand against the door for support.Slowly, his hands slid over her, one resting on the delicate skin of her neck and the other cupping the side of one breast. She inhaled a sharp breath, and he eased her closer. The full curve of her ass pushed against the throbbing erection behind the fly of his jeans, and he growled, low and deep.His words were a fevered whisper against her ear. “I want you, Isabella Beaumont. I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, naked and about to steal my horse.”She opened her mouth to protest, but her words caught on a gasp as his canines brushed against the delicate skin of her throat. He caressed her breast, massaging and kneading until the hardened peak of her

“What?” Isabella’s eyes grew wide, and she surged forward against the ties.Jeremy had no doubt that if she’d been untied, she would have throttled him. It took every ounce of his strength and control to move this slowly, to ease her into it, but he needed this to be good for her. He wanted to take her rough and hard right now, pumping into her until the bed frame banged against the wall, but this was about her, not him.“That’s so unfair,” she breathed. Her hazel eyes narrowed into a glare as she shook her head at him. “You have to realize I have a hard time talking about… about that.”That was the whole point. Isabella needed to push her boundaries. He’d seen that in her from the very first time they’d met in the clearing. She didn’t care much for rules, especially the ones he set. It was what had drawn him to her from the start.But when it came to her sexuality, she was tim