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registered their attention, then moved hers back to her target. She shifted so she could see that he was taking occasional sips of a drink, listening to his friends, but talking very little himself. And he was making a concerted effort not to look at her.
    Pointless. She’d have his full attention before the end of the night.
    He leaned toward the pretty blonde at his side, trying to hear something she said over the off-key croon of yet another karaoke singer. The woman touched his arm as she spoke.
    A shard of possessiveness ripped through her. He was her man. At least for tonight.
    That could be his girlfriend, his wife, her reasonable mind murmured, the notion barely registering through her need.
    So. She just wanted the use of his body. Then the blonde could have him back.
    “I heard you weren’t interested in my buddy.”
    A growl built in the back of her throat at yet another interruption, but some tenuous hold on her human side made her restrain the noise. Still, her only thought was that she couldn’t lose sight of her prey. She didn’t even glance at the new speaker. All her senses were locked on the man at the table in front of her.
    “Maybe I’m more your type.”
    She fought back another irritated growl, but this time she did turn to the man standing very close to her.
    This guy was taller than the last, more muscled, a goatee and an arrogant twist to his lips. His hair was equally as shaggy as the blonde’s, but a shade darker, somewhere between blond and brown.
    She let her gaze move slowly down his body. Thickly muscled arms, a broad, equally muscled chest. A noticeable bulge was outlined by his faded jeans.
    “No, you’re not my type,” she stated, her voice low and husky with need, but not for this mortal.
    Then she sensed her man moving.
    She whipped her eyes back to him just as he rose from his chair. Tall, lean muscles moving under his blue button-down shirt, long legs encased in worn jeans carrying him smoothly across the bar. She started to rise, too. She had to follow him. But the man at her side touched her arm.
    She sneered at him, registering him as little more than an annoyance, then she made to follow the other man, noting that he headed to the men’s room rather than the exit.
    “Now, you are hardly giving me a fair shot here,” the man beside her said, catching her wrist in a large hand.
    She spun back to him, this time not containing the growl that rumbled from deep in her throat. The man’s eyes widened slightly at the sound, but still he didn’t release her.
    “Let me go,” she warned, intense rage filling her. This was her chance. She had to go after her man. She couldn’t allow anything to come between herself and her choice.
    But instead of dropping her wrist, the man tugged her toward him. Her body hit his, her chest brought fully against his massive one. The contact enraged her more, all her instincts growling, fight . And she obeyed. She shoved him hard, barely controlling the strength of her overstimulated body.
    The large man launched through the air, crashing down on a tabletop. The man and the table crumpled to the ground, the noise causing everyone at the bar to turn in her direction. The music, lyric-less and oddly discordant, did nothing to fill the sudden silence of the room. All eyes were on the man—then on her. Even the latest karaoke singer just gaped, his hand on the mic.
    Elizabeth looked around her, then back to the man, who struggled to his feet. She backed away, stunned by what she’d done—or rather, what the wolf had done.
    God, she was losing it. She was totally out of control. She had to leave now, while her rational mind had taken a brief hold on her thoughts.
    “Elizabeth,” Christian said, appearing at her elbow. “Are you okay?” His voice was soft and steady, as if he knew he was talking to someone who was more animal than human.
    Shame filled her. What did her brother think of her now? There was no disguising that she was not the