“Thanks. Come down to the bar so you can head her off.”
“I can be there in ten minutes.”
Anton hung up and ignored the smirk Glenda directed his way. “I’m going out hunting. Protect her. No one—and I mean no one—goes near her.”
“Fine.” Glenda shrugged. “You’re the boss.”
Chapter Five
Nerves made Shannon’s skin itch while she paced the small apartment. The scent of Anton lingered inside the room but became almost overpowering near his bed. She licked her lips and decided to take a shower. She could smell him on her clothes and skin. It had been hours since he’d left and she had no idea when he’d return.
The bathroom must have been recently upgraded because everything looked new. The only flaw in the design happened to be that there was no lock on the door. It made her leery of stripping naked but she longed to wash away Anton’s scent from her body, hoping it would restore some sense of normalcy.
Hunger made her stomach rumble while she stood under the warm water pouring down her body. She’d skipped lunch and knew it had to be past her regular dinner hour. She’d always needed to eat more than other people, chalking it up to all the hyper energy that had plagued her throughout her life. She quickly washed her hair and then dried off.
She bit her lip, stared at her folded, dirty clothes, but avoided them. Shannon listened by placing an ear to the door until she became certain Anton hadn’t returned. She eased it open slowly. All her senses seemed to have gone into hyperdrive since coming into contact with werewolves. It left her feeling disturbed, since she’d been so sure she hadn’t inherited that many traits from her father. Now it made her wonder if those abilities had lain dormant as a result of never being needed.
The dresser contained nine drawers, which she stared at, wondering if anything he owned would actually fit her. It only took her seconds to decide she’d rather face the werewolf clothed than in a damp towel. She opened a drawer full of T-shirts, pulled out one, and dropped the towel. She tugged it on and it fell to mid-thigh. Anton happened to be really big and his shirt appeared as if it were a dress on her smaller frame. She opened another drawer, hunting for sweats.
“Shit,” she gasped.
Her eyes widened in surprise at seeing the boxes. There had to be hundreds of condoms in every color and variation. She slammed the drawer closed to yank open another one. Why does he need that many? Her next thought gave her a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. How many women does he sleep with? The mental image of Anton with other women left her feeling unsettled and decidedly bitchy.
The door beeped and Shannon spun around, straightened, and fear gripped her as she watched it swing open. Anton took a few steps into the room and then suddenly froze, his head jerking in her direction after he sniffed the air.
“I hope you don’t mind but I took a shower and now I’m raiding your clothes.”
She didn’t miss the tense expression on his handsome features or the way his body seemed to stiffen until his hands fisted at his sides. His intense gaze lowered down her body and his eye color seemed to darken as she watched. He said nothing, didn’t move, but seemed fixated on studying her bare legs.
“Did you find the men you were looking for? Is it safe for me to go home yet?”
He cleared his throat, refocusing his attention on her face. “No. It seems someone tipped them off that I was angry and they’ve gone into hiding. I’ll find them. They have to show up for a mandatory pack meeting at breakfast and I’ll be waiting for them when they do. I…” He lowered his gaze to her legs again. “I thought you might be hungry. I know I am.”
“I’m starving.”
“I’m having dinner brought up to us. It should arrive at any time. I called from my cell on my way back to let the cook know to prepare our meal.”
“Thank you. Is there something wrong with my legs? You’re staring.”
He met her slightly amused look. “Sorry.”
“Do you want to tell me where you keep your sweats?”
“You won’t need them.”
That raised her eyebrows. “I do. This shirt doesn’t cover that much and I’ll be more comfortable wearing something under it.”
His nose flared and a soft growl escaped his parted lips. “You’re not wearing panties?”
A blush warmed her cheeks. “I’m starting to realize that you have a bad habit of asking really personal questions. Which drawer do you keep your sweatpants in? I don’t want to open any more of them, blindly searching for pants.” She glanced at his condom drawer, then back at him. “I’m afraid of what else I’ll find.”
He grinned, obviously not embarrassed in the least. “All the other drawers contain clothing.”
“I’m not even going to ask what you’re thinking.”
“Go ahead.” He peeled off his jacket, blindly tossing it onto a chair by the still-open door. “What do you want to know?”
After a slight hesitation, she decided she might as well ask since it did make her curious. “Why do you have a lifetime supply of condoms? Is there something wrong with buying them a box at a time like everyone else does?”
“I told you, mating heat is approaching. I have no plans to take a mate and if I were to get a female pregnant, I’d be expected to commit to her. I’d rather have too many than not enough. I actually have more boxes of them stashed inside the bedside table.”
Shannon knew her mouth dropped open as she gaped at him.
Anton chuckled. “What?”
“Those are some big boxes and that drawer is packed with them.”
He took a step toward her. “And?”
“Do you really need that many?” The idea of having enough sex to use them all had her belly quivering, and his shirt suddenly seemed way too small.
“Mating heat is exactly the way it sounds.” He took another step, closing the distance between them. “Think of it as going into a complete frenzy for sex.”
“Oh.” She wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
Anton inched closer until he stood before her and she had to tip her head back to keep contact with his heated gaze. His hands unclenched and he reached for her. Shannon took a quick step back to avoid his touch but forgot the open drawer. The edge of it bumped against the back of her knee. She gasped from the sharp pain and would have lost her balance if Anton hadn’t suddenly lunged to grab her hips. He yanked her against his body.
“Where are you going?” His voice deepened and he pulled her tightly against his larger frame. “You look as nervous as a kitten trapped inside a dog house.” He grinned at his joke.
“That’s not funny.” She gripped his bare arms under his elbows and the second her fingers touched him, she gasped as a jolt of electric current seemed to spark.
“You look good wearing my shirt.”
“Thank you.” Shannon leaned back until her breasts weren’t smashed against his chest, unsure of why he kept hold of her. “Do you want to let me go?”
“No.” He paused. “You’d look better without it.”
Her mind blanked, distracted by his touch and how close he stood to her. “Without what?”
“My shirt.” His fingers tightened on her hips. “Why don’t you take it off?”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Why not?” Amusement flashed in his sexy eyes. He appeared flat-out heart-stoppingly handsome when his generous lips arched upward to create a naughty-looking grin. “I know I’d enjoy the view.”
“I don’t even know you and I don’t have sex with strangers.”
That drew a chuckle from him. “Who said anything about sex? Is that what you’re thinking about?”
Shannon frowned in response. “You expect me to believe you wouldn’t want sex if I were totally naked?”
“I’m a werewolf. We’re comfortable with bare skin. If you’d been raised around shifters you wouldn’t think twice about nudity around others. I admit, I’m very curious to see every inch of you.” He slid his
hands up to her waist where he gently squeezed. “You’re soft here.”
Her frown deepened. “Thanks for pointing out that I need to join a gym to lose the extra weight I’ve put on. I’m starting to see why you’re still single. Here’s a tip. It’s not cool to point out belly fat or love handles on a woman.”
“Most of us burn off calories faster than we can swallow them. Show me your body. I want to see this.” He squeezed her again, fondling the soft contours of her hips and lower stomach. “Take the shirt off.”
“I’m mostly human, remember? I’m not comfortable with being naked and I’m not stripping down to reveal the parts of me I normally wear baggy clothes to hide.” She tried to step away but Anton held her firmly in place.
He suddenly released her and took a step back. Shannon relaxed, believing he’d decided to leave her alone. Her mind dismissed that assumption when she watched in stunned silence as Anton gripped his shirt, tugged it from the waistband of his jeans, and peeled it up his body.
The sight of his muscled, taut stomach and wide, impressive chest had her frozen where she stood, just watching as he tossed the discarded material to the floor. His grin widened and then he lifted one of his legs slightly, hooking the back of his boot heel with the front of the other one. He toed off both.
“What are you doing?” She found her voice and the ability to think again when his fingers gripped the front of his belt. She took a step back.
“What does it look like?” He worked the belt open and the sound of the zipper being lowered seemed unusually loud.
“Stop undressing!” Her gaze darted to the still-open doorway. “Anyone can walk in here.”
“Is that the only reason you want me to stop?” He’d unsnapped the top of his jeans, allowing them to part into a vee that revealed he wore black underwear with a white elastic band adorned with a well-known designer name. “I thought you’d be more comfortable taking that shirt off you if we are on even ground.”
There was no way she could ignore how in shape or appealing the big werewolf looked. Hands down, he had the best body she’d ever seen. Muscles gave him the sculpted appearance of a tanned, long-haired, breathing god. A dangerous one. A lump formed in her throat and she swallowed hard. Stop gawking, her mind ordered, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his biceps when he rolled his shoulders as if he needed to stretch them a little.
“Is something wrong?”
“Um…” She finally regained control of her fascination with his muscles ripple and glared up at him. “No. Stop grinning at me. You’re really enjoying making me uncomfortable, aren’t you?”
His smile faded quickly and the amusement snuffed out of his dark eyes. “Is that what you are?”
She ignored his question, not sure of the answer. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to get to know you.”
“By stripping?”
Anton flashed a grin again. “Can you think of a better way?”
“We could talk instead of showing off body parts.”
Her gaze lowered to his chest and the urge to touch him suddenly arose. Instead, Shannon put more space between them, uncertain of why she longed to get closer to him. She took a deep breath and his scent slammed all of her senses. The wonderful masculine aroma coming from him drew a strange sound from deep within the back of her throat. Her nipples hardened and a rush of heat originated inside her stomach and quickly spread lower to create a definite throbbing ache at the core of her sex. The immediate and intense response stunned her.
“You’re purring again.” Anton’s voice turned husky. “Aren’t you curious to know what will happen if we get acquainted with each other a lot better, kitten?”
That question made her stop ogling his chest to shoot him a dirty look. “Curiosity killed the cat—and stop calling me that.”
Anton’s nose flared as he inhaled her scent. She couldn’t miss the way his entire face tensed and a low growl emitted from him—before he lunged for her.
Shannon gasped as hands grabbed her hips again and his hot chest pressed tightly against hers. The way he smelled totally overwhelmed her when she sucked in a breath. She wanted to push him away but instead her nails bit into his skin where she clutched him, holding him there.
“Damn,” He nuzzled the top of her head with his chin, forcing her face to push against him. “You smell incredible.”
“I’m wet.” She forced her hands to relax and then used her palms to push on his abs. “Let me go.”
Anton’s body pressed against her tighter instead of allowing her to put space between their bodies. “I can smell how aroused you are.”
“I meant that I’m wet from the shower.” Her heart raced and she trembled. “You―”
“You want me,” he said, cutting her off, sliding his hands from her hips, his palms brushing the curve of her back before his fingers curled to firmly cup her ass. “As much as I want you.”
Shannon gasped and pushed harder but she couldn’t budge the wall of flesh trapping her tightly inside the cage of his arms. Her eyes squeezed closed while she fought back the moan that threatened to rise when he lowered his face to bury his nose against her throat. Hot breath tickled her and then his lips brushed the super-sensitive skin under her ear. His lips were soft at first, teasing, and then he nipped her suddenly, growling at her.
White-hot need flashed straight into her brain, making it impossible to think when her body burned for Anton. Her knees buckled but the man holding her didn’t allow her to slide down his body. He kept her locked into place to nip her again, a little lower down the column of her throat, and the near pain of his teeth had her crying out.
“Anton?” a loud male voice interrupted. “Dinner is here.”
The teeth gripping her skin eased and Anton released her with his mouth. “You have the worst timing, Yon.” He set her on her feet and spun around, stepping between her and the door.
“Sorry, man.” The guy sounded more amused than contrite.
Shannon reeled from the physical connection they’d just shared and her hand reached up to rub the wet spot on her neck. She stared at Anton’s naked back, since he seemed to want to block her from whoever had brought their dinner. She lifted her gaze and saw red marks on the tops of his shoulders. She’d left them when she’d been holding on to him. Those half-moon shapes were from her fingernails digging in. He wasn’t bleeding but they were definitely noticeable.
“Leave the tray by the door and go downstairs.” Anton stayed close to her.
“So it’s true that she’s a cat-breed shifter.” Something metal and heavy bumped with glass. “Misty has been spreading it around about how you’re testing one out. I didn’t believe it.”
“Misty has a big mouth. You need to remind her to stop wagging her tongue, or I will.”
The silence inside the room became absolute. Shannon leaned to the right and peered at a bodybuilder-sized blond guy standing just inside the apartment. He wore jeans and a red sweatshirt. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes fixed on the floor, and his head dipped enough that his chin touched his chest.
“Understood,” he said softly. “I’m sorry. She’s my sister but she’s young.”
“I allowed her a job here but I don’t need my private life spread throughout the pack. Damn it.” Anton lifted a hand, finger-combing his black tresses. “If I catch hell for this I’m going to be pissed.”
“I’m sorry,” the blond muttered and then glanced up to reveal soft brown eyes. “I’ll try to do damage control. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”
“Have you met my parents?” Anton’s hand dropped to his side. “I still have to answer to them.”
“Your dad―”
“He’s not the one I dread finding out.” Anton glanced over his shoulder, met Shannon’s gaze, and loudly sighed. “Trust me when I say we don’t want my mother showing up to ask why you’re here.”
“You’re afraid of your mommy?” Shannon couldn’t help it. She g
rinned, finding it funny that someone his size and age feared his mother would disapprove of anything he did. “Will you get grounded for hanging out with me?”
“I’m out of here.” The blond suddenly laughed. “Oh man, good luck with that one. I’ll take care of Misty.”
The door slammed closed, leaving them alone again. Anton’s eyes narrowed dangerously and Shannon’s grin faded. Obviously she had been the only one to appreciate her sense of humor. When he turned to face her, she backed up to put space between them.
“My mother is a bitch.” He paused. “In every sense of the word. She’s the alpha female and in charge of all the female members of the pack.”
Shannon allowed his words to sink in, and with them came fear. “What would she do to me if she did come here?”
That drew a frown from him. “Nothing.”
She didn’t believe him. Something in his eyes belied what he said and she called him on it. “Seriously, don’t bullshit me, Anton. Am I in danger from your mother?”
He hesitated just a moment too long. “My father wouldn’t allow her to go after someone under my protection. I’ll just have a talk with my dad if she discovers I’m harboring someone she considers our enemy.”
“I really should go stay at my mom’s place.”
He closed the distance between them, his hands encircling her forearms. “No. I want you where I know you’re safe.”
“I’d be fine there.” She didn’t mention her stepfather or how she hated the way he looked at her as a sex object. She also worried about him figuring out there was something slightly different about her. For some strange reason she couldn’t fathom, her mother loved the jerk, and she’d hate to cause problems within their relationship. “I’ll get my paycheck and move to a new place. Besides that, I have a job I can’t afford to get fired from, and that’s exactly what will happen if I don’t show up at work tomorrow.”
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