Demon Hunting In Dixie
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He’d come home with the taste of blood on his tongue, and then he’d found blood staining his front steps.
Lucas rolled his shoulders, trying to force the tension back, and stalked out of the cage. Then she was in his arms. Throwing herself against him. Wrapping slender arms around his neck and pressing her mouth to his.
Lucas wasn’t a stupid man. If a sexy woman wanted to plaster her curves against him, he wasn’t gonna argue.
But he was most certainly gonna take.
His hands lifted, caught her, locked right around the firm flare of her ass, and he pressed her closer. His mouth took hers, his tongue plunged deep.
Oh, but she tasted sweet.
Not the wild tang of his kind. Women like him, women who could shift into the powerful form of a beast, usually tasted like aged wine.
She tasted like candy.
He’d always had a sweet tooth.
Her tongue moved against his, soft strokes, like a kitten, licking. A moan trembled in her throat.
His cock strained against the front of his jeans. Okay, so he didn’t know who she was. Not gonna stop him. Because he’d sure like to screw h—
“Ahem.” The Dickhead again.
The woman in his arms stiffened, just a bit.
For show. He knew she hadn’t forgotten the detective’s presence. And neither had he. Lucas just hadn’t given a damn that they were being observed.
“Sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” Her voice was husky, sexual. Like a silken stroke right over his groin.
“No problem, babe.” He curved his fingers under her chin. Two could play. He saw the small tremor that shook her, and he smiled. Deliberately, he let her see the sharp edge of his teeth. Way sharper than a human’s.
But no fear flashed in her eyes.
Interesting.
The lady knew the score, he’d stake his pack’s reputation on that fact. She knew he wasn’t human. Probably knew exactly what he was.
And she was still coming to his aid.
Now, as a rule, Lucas didn’t believe that people were good. No, he knew they were more apt to be influenced by the devil than any pure motivation . . . so he figured the lady had an angle.
“The Los Angeles police department apologizes for any inconvenience.” The nasally voice of Dickhead told him.
Lucas released the woman. Gently, he pushed her to the side. His eyes narrowed as he cocked his head and waited for Dickhead to finish.
“Of course, you have a known history of affiliation with certain—”
He moved in one quick lunge. Lucas grabbed the detective, lifted the jerk by his too-thick throat, and slammed him against the bars.
The guard stepped forward.
Lucas’s head snapped to the right. “Don’t even think about it.” Guttural. Because really, a guy’s patience could only last so long.
The guard’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Good.” He glanced back at the detective. “Bruce, I think you and I need to clear the air.” So others were there watching—big deal. He wouldn’t play subtle. “You’ve got a hard-on for me. You been dodging my feet for the last two months.” He let the beast show in his eyes. Lucas knew the glow of the wolf would burn from his blue eyes. “You stay out of my way from now on . . . or you’ll find out just what I do to bastards who piss me off.”
The detective’s skin bleached. “You—you can’t threaten a cop—”
He let his claws dig into Bruce’s flapping flesh. “I just did.”
“What are you?” A whisper.
His smile faded. “Someone”—something—“you don’t want to have as an enemy.” His fingers loosened. The detective slid from his grip. Dropped to the floor. Probably pissed himself.
Lucas glared down at the man. He let Bruce see the intent in his eyes. Then he caught the woman’s hand. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-five
Chapter Thirty-six
Chapter Thirty-seven
BIG BAD BEAST.
TOUCH OF A THIEF,
NEVER CRY WOLF
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