Chloe is coerced into becoming the wolf’s temporary mate, but she’s determined to keep their agreement professional. But her seductive partner in crime has other ideas, and his considerable charm makes it difficult for her to keep her eye on the prize. While these two burn hot when they’re together, behind-the-scenes politics work to rip them apart.
“Vivian has me on the day shift for the duration of our time together, so my evenings will
“For whatever I need?” His voice was pitched lower, the sound almost a physical caress along her skin.
She leveled her best disapproving look at Kieran and crossed her arms. “So, is this what normally works for you? A dash of charm and all the women trip over themselves to get to you?”
Instead of withering under her stare, Kieran merely curled his lips into an amused smile. “Usually.”
“Well, it won’t work on me.” Kieran leaned closer, crowding into her space. “It has to, my witch. When my pack is watching, you need to look at me like I’m the only one in the world for you.”
“I can be a fine actress, thank you very much. I won’t give us away.”
He snorted. “I haven’t known you long, but even I know you can’t lie to save your life.”
She blinked at the words. It was true she’d never been very gifted at deception, but that wasn’t an insight
she’d expected him to have—not based on their limited relationship. Unease tugged at her as she realized Kieran saw more than she intended him to. It was so easy to write him off as a spoiled playboy, she tended to forget he was much more than that.
The man before her ran a powerful, dangerous pack with an iron fist. He’d weathered challenges to his leadership and threats from intruders. If she ripped open his shirt she had no doubt she’d see scars from his many battles marring his golden skin. She needed to remember Kieran wasn’t a man to be trifled with.
He was a predator, and she very much wanted to avoid being prey.
“I wouldn’t have agreed to this charade if I wasn’t confident I could do it,” she said, swallowing hard.
Kieran moved, trapping her between his arms as he gripped the railing on either side of her body.
“You can’t jump when I touch you,” he breathed against her ear. “You can’t look at me like a wayward schoolboy in need of a reprimand.” He drew back enough to meet her gaze. “We’re supposed to be lovers. There wouldn’t be a single inch of your skin I wouldn’t have run my lips over.”
Heat suffused her face.
“There, you see? You blush when I’m close.”
“I don’t,” she denied, lifting her chin.
Kieran snorted. “People will take one look at us and know we’re pretending. If we’d really been lovers for months, there’s no way you’d still look so goddamn innocent.”
“Maybe I’d teach you a thing or two instead. Ever think of that, wolf boy?”
A chuckle rumbled from his wide chest. “Witchling, if you ever want to try and teach me something new in the bedroom, I promise I’ll be a most diligent student.”
Her cheeks were on fire despite her desire to remain unaffected by Kieran. He was right, damn him, she needed to stop acting like a giddy teen when he touched her.
“I’ll work on it,” she growled, pushing at him to force him back. “By tomorrow I’ll be ready.”
Currently she writes from Toronto, Canada. While she has a healthy love for the unknown, this corner of the world will always be her home.