them were in danger.
“I don’t know why I bothered to come here.” She stalked toward the door.
He grabbed her arm. A surge grew from the point of contact, not sexually, but deeper almost. Devan didn’t understand it. Whatever it was, it both calmed and infuriated his wolf. “I think you do know why.”
Kyla yanked herself free. “Don’t ever touch me again.”
Although her eyes were still her coyote’s and burning with anger, he had to tease her. “I’m sure you don’t mean that.”
Snarling teeth snapped at him. Within seconds, she was gone, replaced with her coyote self. Even in this form, she was beautiful… if a coyote could be considered that. Such dark fur and—
She snapped at him again, and Devan’s control on his wolf diminished to nothing. He snarled back at her, lips curing above fangs as he dropped to all fours. Of the two, he was much bigger, but the way she darted around him, nipping at his legs, proved her to be the faster of the two.
Her hackles rose, and she leaped into the air. He allowed her to jump on top of him but immediately rolled them over so he was on top. Kyla-the-coyote tried to nip and bite at him, but he ducked to the side and nuzzled her neck, the gesture intimate and natural. He liked wrestling with her coyote. Even his wolf wasn’t fighting him on that. Maybe… maybe it wasn’t impossible for a wolf and a coyote to come together.
For a moment, she stilled, the smaller furry animal finally not moving, but then she brought up her one foreleg, hooked it around his neck, leaned forward, and licked his cheek.
His tail wagged like a pendulum as he grew excited. They rolled around a few more times, and he allowed her to be on top when they next stopped, having ventured close to his shut patio door. Instead of a snarl, he released a quiet, whining sound, one she mimicked.
She nibbled at his coat, grooming him, and he relished the feeling of closeness they were sharing. No, things weren’t going to be easy for them—in fact, just the opposite—but far better for them to be united, to be together.
Oh, yes, to be together.
He shimmied out of her grasp and stood on all fours before her. She watched him, wide-eyed, as he bowed to her. Then, careful, very carefully, he laid his legs over her neck. Kyla released that same quiet whine. Not wanting to hurt her, he lowered back to the ground. When they reverted back to human form, he couldn’t say, but he held her close, and they didn’t say anything, just listened to each other’s breathing, and for a moment, Devan was happy.
Even though he knew it wouldn’t last.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kyla didn’t spend the night. She couldn’t, shouldn’t. Being with Devan was dangerous, and they hadn’t made any plans. Hell, they hadn’t spoken enough at all to even try to figure out what they might do. Although she felt safe in the bubble inside his apartment, the moment she left, her walls crumbled, and she blinked back tears.
What was she going to do? Her father, when he found out… Even her siblings. What would they think? What she and Devan had was more than just frowned upon. It was expressly forbidden. The life of her baby, as well as hers and Devan’s, could all be forfeit.
No. Her tears burned her skin as her fear changed into anger. They would find a way to get through this. When she had come to Devan, she hadn’t known what she expected. Telling him had been the right thing to do, even though a part of her wanted nothing to do with him, to even forget that he was involved. A wolf! Of all weres, a werewolf!
At one point during the drive over, she had contemplated turning around but then she felt something. A kick or a punch, something, definitely movement. The baby. He deserved to have the choice as to whether or not he would also lay claim on the babe.
And he did. Her heart warmed over that, but she couldn’t be blinded by emotions. Anything she might be feeling right now could just be
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