by Mandy Rosko
She came closer to him, pressing her naked breasts against his chest as she closed the distance between them. “Take me with you.”
One would’ve thought she was attempting to use the Force with the way she’d commanded it.
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
Her nipples pebbled as she gently stroked them over his flesh, which developed goose bumps amazingly fast. “If it gets me what I want, yes.”
He curled his arms around her naked back and held on to her tightly, resting his chin on top of her head. He held her for some moments until the air chilled, no doubt thinking over all the points she’d made, because she was totally right.
“Wherever we go, I’ll no longer be head alpha, but you will need to do exactly as I say. Exactly. If I command something, you can’t think I’m doing it to push you around, but because it’s for your own safety at the time.”
“No getting mad at you for bossing me around. Got it.”
“I’m dead serious, Shelley. If I suddenly yell for you to duck, it might be because I see a vampire leaping for your head, if it comes to that.”
“Which it won’t.”
“Just make sure you duck.”
“I will,” she promised softly.
Michael’s neck and jaw clenched then his mouth melted into a weak sort of smile. “All right.”
It was a weak sort of agreement, and Shelley would have to be blind to not see how much Michael still didn’t like it. Forgetting about the vampires, New York was a big city that housed hundreds of professional photographers who would love to get her picture. Not to mention the millions of people carrying around their iPhones, tourists holding videocams, anything.
She was determined, however. Even if she could only contribute to their hunt in this small way, she needed to go, to be able to do it.
That settled, together they dressed so they could tell the other members of the pack why their plans were going to include Shelley.
Michael took her hand and led her back to the kitchen where the others were. “If you ever want to change your mind, don’t feel bad about it, all right?”
“I won’t change my mind,” she said, even as convinced as she was that it would take more than herself to keep the werewolves safe and healthy. Deena was the veterinarian of the pack, so unless Shelley could talk her into coming onto this mission with them, Shelley was going to have to bone up on her first aid knowledge.
As they walked into the bright kitchen, the heads of all three men turned up to look at her. The female alpha from before had also joined them, as did everyone else coming onto this trip, it seemed.
Michael cleared his throat. “All right, just so there’s no confusion, we are going to New York, and to solve the problem of our transformations, my fiancée is coming with us.”
THE END
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Mandy Rosko lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario, is a romance junkie, a lousy web designer, and is working hard to improve the craft of creating an actual plot. She has finally stopped mooching off her big brother for cheap rent.
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Also by Mandy Rosko
Siren Classic: Mate of the Wolf
Siren Classic ManLove: Night and Day
Siren Classic: Eclipse
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