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

She felt leashed to that irritating, stupid man—like he could yank on her chain and get her back there in an instant.
    Oh, hell no.
    Yeah, she didn’t believe it either.
    …
    Dane sat on the top step of his porch, shaking his head. He’d pay money for a show like that again. For a blonde, she had the temper of a redhead—and the body of a goddess. And he didn’t think for a second he’d seen the last of either of them. And he’d like to see a whole lot more of the latter.
    How could she not know she snored to wake the dead? Unless she’d slept every night alone, someone should have told her. Actually, the idea of her always sleeping alone sounded really good. Well, not anymore—he didn’t want her sleeping alone ever again, even if he spent the rest of his life wearing earplugs at night.
    It was unreal that he felt this strongly so soon. Even with all the insanity that she’d bring with her, he wanted her—like really wanted her.
    When she’d taken off, he’d practically pulled muscles trying to chase her. He was sure he’d really screwed up—and, okay, he had, but then she’d turned at the edge of the landscaped portion of the cabin’s yard, and the alarm in him settled. The rush of adrenaline had turned to arousal. His brain filled with what seemed like an arrogant and outrageous certainty: she was his.
    She’s mine.
    He’d never been more certain of anything. She was in a blind panic, but it was inevitable. It was like spring following winter. She was his spring.
    It was crazy as hell, and he almost wanted to discount it because this wasn’t him. He wasn’t like this. He had every reason to think that he’d never understand women. Kaylee had screwed with his brain. Hadn’t he been certain then?
    Actually, no…not at all. Crap, he’d asked her to marry him in private and without a big production because it’d always been fifty-fifty in his mind, and maybe that was why he shouldn’t have asked her—even if they had been together for years. There were a few times in your life when you should know .
    He was certain now. Vanessa was his, and she was staying his. If she didn’t come back on her own…well, he’d find her and convince her. She was his.
    It was nuts.
    He didn’t trust it. Not entirely. It was fast, and it was crazy, and…werewolves. Maybe she was appealing to his primitive side, and he’d get over this, but he’d ride this white-hot lust in the meantime.
    Hell, he was hot for a woman who was part wolf.
    This might even be a fetish.
    Great.
    Still, she was his.
    From inside the house, through the open door, he could hear Lucifer start to yowl incessantly.
    Time to let him out to prowl and then call his sister and have Christa collect her cat. Soon. Because damn if he wasn’t going to spend the rest of his day off vacuuming, sweeping, and scrubbing every inch of his house for when Vanessa came back.
    …
    She slipped through the small break between boards into her cellar. Her own musk was strong enough to keep anything smaller than a bear from approaching what equated to a wolf den. Here she’d leave the wolf and put on the trappings of a human. Along with her own scent in the den was the familiar odor of the Alpha. Well, that sucked. Someone was making a house call.
    She shifted back to her skin with a long stretch and stood. Being a wolf took a lot more effort during the day and was more foolhardy. The night was their domain. Most Lycans were killed during the daylight hours—and if you were killed in wolf form, you stayed in that form, your cells frozen in that state. The only ones who’d recognize that something other than a natural wolf had been slaughtered were other Lycans.
    Miles of woods separated her from Dane’s cabin, though, and she wasn’t streaking that distance in daylight. Not to mention that she’d wanted to put as much as distance as fast as she could from that mistake. And all because she’d gotten way off track last night. This was what came of going