by Lynn Red
She cleared her throat. “I—”
“What’s your name?”
No longer was this about whatever she’d come for. It had moved on to the wolf and man wanting her. Her scent continued to drive his animal insane. He didn’t want to admit to the possibility that this tiny, sexy woman, this spitfire creature with a body made to tempt, could be the one. His one.
She glanced at his mouth and stared for a moment. Needy. Hungry. Desperate. He could smell it. When her gaze lifted, he saw the arousal in the liquid gold of her eyes. He snapped his teeth. It was all he could do to not growl at his friend to get the fuck out.
“Raine... Raine Bowe.”
Theo laughed. Hard.
“Rainbow?” Ryder’s lips quirked. He couldn’t help it. Who the heck named their kid that?
She rolled her eyes, clearly used to jokes made at her expense. “Yes, my parents were hippies. They loved anything and everything depicting happiness and peace and all that stuff.”
“Holy crap that’s messed up.” Theo got out between chortles. He slapped the desk while he hooted. “What’s your last name, Bright?”
Husky laughter, her husky laughter, lightened the atmosphere in the office. Her hands were no longer folded in a white-knuckled grip.
“So...” She nibbled her bottom lip—her full bottom lip—a lip plumped red and calling for him to do his own brand of nibbling.
“What kind of job did you want done?” No denying it any longer. He was curious as hell what kind of work she’d need him to do.
Head bent, she glanced down at her hands for a moment. With a deep breath, she pierced him with her unwavering gaze. “I need you to kill me.”
“What?” The words came out of him and Theo at the same time.
Her only response was to nod.
With his reputation, he expected her to ask him to beat up an old boyfriend, possibly a married one. It was the normal request from women. Not death for themselves. Hell, never death period.
“Can you repeat that?” Theo choked.
“I said, I need him to kill me.”
Ryder’s animal growled, in clear disagreement with her request. He couldn’t kill her, not when he wanted to taste her, to hold her, to mate her.
“Why in the world would you want him to kill you?” Theo asked, voicing Ryder’s own question.
She trembled in her seat before taking a deep breath. A spark of anger lit her gaze, and he saw the wolf again. Much more prominent this time, as if it wanted to control her instead of the other way around.
“Because there’s something inside me.” Her voice deepened. “Something evil, and...it wants to come out.”
Anxiety traveled across to him. She was scared. No, scared was a much too tame word. She was petrified. He wanted to help stop whatever was bothering her, but she’d yet to make any sense.
“Honey, the only thing I can smell inside you is a wolf.”
Her eyes widened. She gripped the arms on the chair, scratching at the wood with her nails. “A what?”
Something didn’t sit right. She sounded surprised that she had a wolf inside. “A wolf shifter. A pretty dominant one if the way you’ve been clenching your hands is any indication.”
“I-I don’t understand.”
So much distress. It was hard to sit there and not get up and hold her.
“What part don’t you understand, darlin’? You’re a shifter. One of us.” Theo stated. He leaned back on the office chair, making it squeak.
The wolf inside Ryder snarled. He glared at Theo, not liking his second calling her darlin’. But Theo being Theo grinned and waggled his brows again.
“I don’t know how I got a wolf inside me,” she said so softly, it took him a moment to realize what she’d said.
“Someone bit you?” He growled, stood, and shoved his chair back so fast it flipped over and slammed on the floor.
She jumped in her seat. “No... I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?” Theo tapped his fingers on the desk. Disbelief coated his words.
Ryder understood why. How could she not know if she was bitten? He marched around his desk until he was sitting on the chair beside her. Her facial lines were pulled taut. Her eyes looked too big and dull with fear when she turned to him. The instant need to protect her was overwhelming.
He drew her chair forward until they were facing each other. “Why don’t we start from the beginning?”
She nibbled on her lip, and his arousal surged like a white-hot blanket caressing his cock.
“My parents got sick some months back. I had to leave my well-paying job at a bank to come take care of them. That was their final request, for me to stay with them.” She licked her lip and shifted in the chair. “The bills started piling up. I signed up for a sleep study a few weeks ago.”
Theo coughed. His second gave him one of the looks that meant something bad was coming.
A wave of concern washed over Ryder. “Why did you sign up for a sleep study? Did your doctor suggest it?”
She frowned. “Well, no. I got a call.”
His gut clenched.
“After my parents died, I was left to take care of all the expenses.”
He bit back the urge to pull her onto his lap and hold her. He scented her pain, knew remembering her deceased parents hurt. She glanced down at her lap. He grabbed her hands in his grasp and held them.
“What happened to then?” From Ryder’s desk chair, Theo studied her with interest.
Ryder knew none of what she said was a lie or they’d smell it. Instead of deception, he scented confusion, concern, and fear.
“About a week and a half ago, they called me. The caller said they’d gotten my information from one of the waitresses at the restaurant I used to work at on weekends. He wanted to know if I would be interested in a sleep study. They said they’d pay me.” She met his gaze. “They offered me the money I needed. I’ve never done one of those things, so I don’t know if the amount is the norm or not, but I knew it was stupid to pass it up. I researched. A lot. It seemed simple enough. I go to a lab, and they watch me sleep. How hard could that be?” She laughed. The sound was filled with bitterness. “My parents’ death left me with nothing. Their bills were huge, and I just barely had enough to bury them.”
A simple deception. Dangle money in front of a person for what appeared to be a common research study only to use her for whatever they’d wanted. Sadness, so much sadness slipped over her face, he felt his chest tighten. The wolf inside wanted to hunt down the people who’d hurt her.
Calming his snarling wolf, he focused on how nice it felt to hold her. Such nice hands. Soft. Smooth. Clear of any scars. It felt good. No, not good. It felt right, to hold her fingers in his grasp. He rubbed circles over the top of her knuckles until she relaxed her fists.
“So you did the sleep study?” Theo prompted with a frown and scratched his chin.
“Theo.” Ryder growled. He caressed her hands between his own, enjoying her yield to his touch.
She was asking him for help. Had not lied to them so far. He didn’t like the way his second glanced at her as if she were holding back. They could both scent she wasn’t lying.
Her gaze bore into his. She shifted, nodding at Theo. “Yes. I went to this address they gave me, and they said they wanted to test a sleeping pill.” Her gaze jumped back and forth between him and Theo. “They said they knew that wasn’t in the original request, but it was just to see how long it took me to wake up.”
The wolf paced inside him. More than what she’d said had happened. He could tell. And none of it had been good.
“I went to sleep and...” She stared off into the distance, hands shaking in his grasp.
“What happened to you?” He growled. There was no helping it. His animal was close to the surface. He didn’t like the thought of this woman having been hurt.
Her eyes glowed beautiful, liquid amber. Just beneath the surface, her wolf appeared ready to break loose. She shut he
r eyes and inhaled. “I don’t know.”
Watching her take that breath was hell on his control. His cock grew so fucking hard, he was sure it would rip through his jeans.
She moaned and licked her lips. “You smell good. Wild.”
Fuck.
He tamped down his surge of lust, cleared his throat, and asked again, “What the hell did they do to you?”
She took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I woke up, and there was a commotion. Lights were flickering, and an alarm blasted all around me.” She broke their connection and stared at the wall over his shoulder. “I wasn’t in the same place I’d fallen asleep. This was a different spot. The other place had been nice and filled with smiling faces that made me feel comfortable. This was like a clinic. Cold. Stark. And then—” She gasped. The lines of her face tightened. “Anger rolled around inside me. I was bound to the bed, but I tore the belts off. I had an IV, and I tore it out of my arm.”
She probably didn’t realize how much deeper her voice had gotten. Most shifters didn’t like being bound, unless it was during heated sex and with their consent. A bound male would mean sure death once he got his hands on the captor.
“What happened then?” Theo asked. He leaned forward in his chair.
Her gaze connected to his. She snarled, the wolf riding her hard. Stunned pleasure filled him at the amount of control she had over the animal.
She ran a shaky hand over her hair. “I killed the guard at my door and escaped.”
Chapter Three
Raine didn’t know how much longer she could hold back the wildness pushing to get out. Nor did she know why the scent of the man, Ryder, made her body throb and her pussy slick. But goddamn, he was just so tempting when his eyes filled with sin. The way his wicked smile invited her to the dark side made her breath catch. Her body throbbed for a single lick over the tattooed arms and muscles shifting under the snug T-shirt.
And oh, that chin. Lord have mercy. With just enough facial hair to make her want to bite him, she’d had a hard time focusing on thinking when he was such a feast for her hormones. But even with all that, she fought the attraction. She knew he was the only man who could help her. And she really needed his help.
“How did you manage to kill the guard?” The one he’d called Theo asked.
It was clear he was having a hard time believing her. No shit. Like she wasn’t having a hard time believing everything she’d been through in the past three days. Her body was no longer her own. It was hell to rein in the aggression she felt.
“When I opened the door to leave, a man stood there. He turned around and pointed a weapon at me, but...I don’t know how, I moved faster than him. I grabbed the hand holding the gun and twisted, breaking his wrist in the process.” She gulped and tried not to remember the sick sound of the bones popping. The blood. So much blood. “When he pulled out a knife and stabbed me with his other hand, I yanked it out of my shoulder and shoved it into his chest.”
Theo’s brows had lifted until she swore they were going to hit the top of his short blonde spikes. He rubbed a tanned hand over the back of his neck and whistled low. “God damn.”
Yeah. Her thoughts exactly. When she glanced back at Ryder, his gaze was traveling all over her torso. “Where did he stab you?”
Was that concern she scented? She met his gaze. Air caught in her chest. The same concern was visible in his eyes. It took her by surprise. Stopped her cold for a moment. This man didn’t know her, yet he seemed genuinely distressed that she’d been hurt.
“It’s okay. I... It’s healed.”
Sparks of heat melted in her blood, heating up her veins. She wondered why the hell she wanted to sniff him. And the lust? There was so much, too much, going on with her hormones. One second she wanted to bite someone’s head off, and the next she wanted to rub herself all over Ryder.
He leaned forward, searching her body with his eyes. “Let me see.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”
“Let me see.” His voice was hard, demanding.
“No.”
It turned into a staring match. Something told her not to back down. She held his gaze. The intensity of his stare, pure dominance, was too much for her to handle. A soft growl worked up her throat, but she couldn’t best him. Her gaze dropped to her lap.
“Please, let me see.” His tone softened to a request.
Butterflies took hold of her stomach. She chastised herself for thinking of sex when clearly she had bigger issues to deal with. It was hard to focus when he was so attention-grabbing. Fuck attention-grabbing. He was plain old hot.
From the moment she’d walked into the bar, she’d known who he was. Sure, there’d been men who looked intimidating enough to be Ryder Storm, but only he oozed the power and command she suspected belonged to the man she needed. Dangerous. Deadly. He was clearly the type to lead, not follow.
Giving in to his demand, she tugged on the left side of the neckline of her T-shirt. The puckered scar above her left breast was visible for him to see. The heat from his stare caressed her skin long after she let go of the material and covered her scar.
“I told you, it’s healed.”
God. She was in trouble now. Her body was practically melting over the sexy shifter. Repeated attempts to clear her throat didn’t help. There was no way she was having visuals of sex with a man she’d just met. She really was not. It was unethical. She planned to hire him. It was wrong. But hell if it wasn’t exactly what she was imagining. Sex. With Ryder. In full color.
Every time their gazes met, she had a hard time remembering what her original plan had been. Time seemed to have stopped with the fire in his eyes. The look of possession was one she wasn’t accustomed to. Yet, it felt right. Whatever had messed with her body had also damaged her mind. He was not for her. He was a means to an end. And the end was not to get him naked. No. No matter what her body kept screaming in big neon yeses, that was not her goal.
Her nipples ached, and more than just desire flooded her. It was something she’d never experienced before, a need to be his. Which was crazy, because she’d never had a one night stand in her life. Nor had she ever had sex on a first date. But here she was, dying for Theo to take a hike so she could pounce on Ryder. Literally pounce. She could see herself jumping him. Tearing off his clothes. She kept visualizing licking her way up his body until she got to that sexy mouth. She became slick between her thighs. Holy hell she was in trouble. Ryder’s demeanor made it hard to think. Heck even his name tempted her to ride him.
She tried to cover up a whimper with a cough. Sliding her fingers through her hair, she used her nails to scrape a relaxing path across her scalp. Anything to stop the itch zapping her body.
He sniffed. Quirked his lips into another sexy smile. “Theo, why don’t you gather up a couple of the guys so we can go visit this sleep study outfit?”
Theo chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, I’ll bet that’s what you need. I’ll be out by the bar.”
She watched him leave, shutting the door with a soft click behind him. The hunger inside her grew by leaps and bounds. She. Needed. Help. Therapy was a start. Or maybe to finally get laid. When was the last time she’d had sex? Several weeks back. Even then, things had been too stressful in her life for her to enjoy it. Then again, maybe Eddie just wasn’t that good. They’d only dated for a few weeks, but he hadn’t rocked her world, hell he hadn’t even rocked the bed.
Raine stood, ready to bolt. “I need to go to the ladies room.”
She gasped when she found her back pressed to a wall and Ryder’s body pressed to her front.
A slow shudder crawled down her spine and buried deep in her core. He cupped her cheek with one hand and her hip with the other, pressing the bar of his cock into her belly. Fuck but he felt good. More than good. Perfect. Now she just needed him inside her body, putting out the fire his scent had started. Heat dripped from her slit. Arousal shot through her veins, thickening her blood. She’d never wanted a man as much as
she did him, and it scared her.
Head tilted, she blinked his face into focus.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Ryder asked with that panty-melting voice.
Hell no. Her mind was a jumbled mess of needs and wants, but the bathroom wasn’t one of them. She was having a hard time remembering her own damn name and here he was asking her questions. “What?”
No. Please god. He lowered his head. She couldn’t take much more of this hormonal torture. Everything felt tight. She held her breath, continuing to watch his dark eyes. With every inch that he moved closer, her body argued for her to grab him, to touch him. But she fought it and fisted her hands at her sides.
“Are you sure you want to go?”
His warm breath smelled of beer and some kind of mint. And she wanted to taste. Not just taste—she wanted to lick, suck, and devour him.
She struggled with her arousal for dominance. But something much more powerful than mere will was taking over. When he nuzzled his lips by her earlobe, she almost came on the spot.
“I really hoped we’d get to know each other better.” He trailed his lips in a soft brush below her ear. “There’s just something about you...” Her breath hitched and her nails dug into her palms. Electricity shot down to her pussy, making her clit twitch. Lust twined into a jagged ball that expanded with every breath. “Something that’s making me so hard... I need to taste you.”
That was all it took. She could fight a lot of things, but the beast inside her wanted him and she did too. Unwinding her fingers, she moved with purpose and lifted her hands into his short, dark strands of hair. She moaned at the feel of the texture in between her fingers, gripping hard. He groaned, rubbed his cock on her belly, allowing her to feel how much he wanted her. She tugged his head down for a kiss.
He growled and drove the fingers cupping her cheek into her hair at the same time his mouth possessed hers. It was by far the hottest, sexiest kiss she’d ever been given. His firm lips sucked on hers with promise. A deep dark need bubbled in her veins, until she was overflowing with so much desperation she had no idea what was going on.
