Captive Wolf (Werewolf Erotic Romance) (Amber in Darkness #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

made her ears ache.
    "Well, you're right about that." He caught his breath before leaning close to Austin. The sword glinted from the candlelight as he held it against the younger man's throat.
    "If I ever find out that you've betrayed me, I will end your existence." His voice was barely a whisper. "Remember that, boy."
    "You wouldn't dare," Austin snarled.
    "You might find that I am willing to make major sacrifices for the sake of convenience. Don't tempt me."
    Lucius turned and strode to the hall. "We will be going out for the evening. Don't leave without my permission again." Then he disappeared through the shadowed doorway.
    Austin let his breath out and rushed over to Amber. "Are you all right?" He took her hand, examining the burn with gentle fingers.
    "I'll heal." She sniffed back the tears that still threatened to spill down her face. "I was so scared. I thought you were going to say something about, you know, him ." The stranger's name still stuck in her throat, as if saying it would be giving in, acknowledging the impact of his earlier presence. Or the fact that she couldn't stop thinking about him.
    "I wouldn't do that." Austin retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it over her palm. "I'm looking forward to seeing him again."
    She squinted. "What do you mean?"
    "When we go to the club, silly." He cupped her cheek and smiled.
    "But Lucius sa—"
    "I know what he said." He stood up abruptly. "We're still going."
    "He was leaving town. He's probably in another state by now."
    Austin stepped in front of the fireplace, his arms crossed as the flames danced in his pale eyes. "He'll be there."
    ***
    Amber's thighs ached and sweat trailed between her breasts into her corset-like top, but she didn't care. As she moved her hips, grinding against Austin through her black pleated skirt, she let her reservations go with the thumping electronic beat.
    Even though her mysterious stranger hadn't shown up, she was having a good time, and Austin was acting unusually affectionate. They moved as if they were joined, bobbing and stepping with the beat: her black and white striped stockings pivoting and weaving along with his casual, hip-hugging leather jeans.
    The other dancers slid past them in a blur of bare skin, somber black, gleaming accents, and billowing waves of arousal. It surrounded Amber like a heady drug, fueling her excitement, swelling within her. She didn't need the empathy or her keen sense of smell to know the air was saturated with pheromones, heralding the unified desire for sex.
    Austin crooked a grin as he bent toward her, his lips a hair's breadth from hers. But when she tried to kiss him, he moved out of reach with a laugh.
    She'd often wondered if his sexuality was truly reserved for men. There were more than a few times that she'd caught him staring at her as she dressed, or lingering too long when he bathed her. She loved his attention; she could have easily washed herself yet he always insisted.
    As to why he'd never made any move to go further, that she couldn't quite say. He had to know that she wanted him to.
    His hand brushed down the curve of her backside and she gasped. Emboldened by his touch, she traced her fingertips up his crotch and felt his hardness, trapped under the supple leather pants.
    He moved his head in close, his chilly lips kissing her ear.
    "Let's sit down for a bit," he called over the loud music. "I'll buy you a drink."
    She nodded but a part of her frowned. This was the most fun she'd had since… ever. And it wouldn't be a stretch to think it was her last night on earth. She wanted it to go on for as long as possible.
    Their coats were in a booth on the second floor landing, overlooking the dance floor. So she followed Austin up the stairs. But as she reached the top, she caught the light smell of leather and motor oil.
    Her gaze darted to Austin; she gaped for a moment. Austin simply chuckled. "I told you he would come."
    Her dark stranger—as she had no right to call