Past My Defenses (Taming the Pack series) (Entangled Ignite) Read Online Free PDF

swallow sandpaper.”
    Her mouth dropped open. Oh, no, he didn’t just say that. “I do not!”
    Leaning back, he grabbed his phone off the same table and punched it on. “You do. It was so earsplitting, I recorded it because I’ve never heard anything like it.”
    The horrible guttural noise made her hands jump to her own ears. The allergy pills had done the job and now her better-than-average hearing was assaulted, offended, and even stung from that…that…that horror. It was like a tree falling—a tree felled by Satan. That sound was evil. In some way, it was evil.
    Dane grinned as he stopped it.
    Pointing at his phone, she couldn’t believe she had to say it, but… “That was not me.”
    He laughed.
    He. Laughed.
    She was so out of here. She spun away and bolted. It was an unfair advantage for a Lycan to be on school track teams, but she’d ignored that and taken Oregon by storm ten years ago. She hadn’t lost a second on her four-and-a-half-minute mile. And she’d only perfected running away from what life threw at her since then.
    Run.
    Now.
    Yes. Hell yes.
    Finally, her inner wolf was siding with her. Even a wolf wouldn’t stay in the room with someone claiming they snored loud enough to cause sterility. Bastard.
    “Vanessa!” he yelled after her.
    She made it to the trees at the edge of his property, fifty feet from the house, dressed in only a flannel shirt, which was going to hit the ground as soon as she was out of sight and could push the change.
    “Vanessa!” he called from the front door.
    Nothing he said would make her turn back. She was going to scrub his scent from her skin, from her nose, even if she had to use bleach. There was nothing…
    “I know what you are!”
    She stopped. Except that. Damn him and that infernal ace up his sleeve. Turning back, she yelled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dane, but you are a rat bastard.”
    He grinned at that and shook his head. “And you are beautiful when you’re pissed.” He took a few lazy steps forward and leaned against the beams of his front porch. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt. If he had, she’d already be home. The noon sun filtered through the branches and brushed his skin with even more gold. He wasn’t half bad himself—and curse her frantic hormones for noticing that when she was so furious with him.
    A breeze brought his scent to her. She closed her eyes and inhaled. There was no way. She might last a week if she was lucky, but then she’d find herself back here—maybe even against her will. She’d crawl across his body, memorizing every inch of his flesh.
    Mmm.
    Mine.
    Her body and brain were both saying they’d cut off a leg rather than go without him.
    He’d just told her that she snored so loud he’d worn earplugs.
    Well, she had allergies.
    She did not snore that loud. He’d turned it up or recorded something else. She could not be that loud.
    And even if she was and did snore, what kind of jerk recorded it?
    She inhaled again and whimpered. He wasn’t kidding. He did find her attractive when she was in a rage—she could practically taste the scent of arousal.
    He’d recorded her snoring! Who did that?
    His scent was in the wind and all over her. They’d slept in the same bed. He was imprinted on her soul and her body. The only part of her not aching to go back there was her stubborn streak, and lucky for her, it was a mile wide—which was the distance she was about to put between her and this fool. In four and a half minutes. Or faster if she could manage it.
    Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.
    Pulling the flannel shirt off her, she crushed it between her hands and threw it on the ground and turned and walked into the woods. Buck naked. If she had to chain herself to the bed, that’d be the last thing he’d see of her—her ass as she walked away—and he’d know what he’d missed out on because it was fabulous.
    Behind her, she heard his deep, rich, heavenly laughter and that tugged on her too.