Agent Nathan Larson is an alpha, but he’s on the run from the government and his pack. Everyone believes he’s guilty of a horrific massacre—if only the details of that night weren’t so fuzzy in his head… He needs a place to lay low so he can figure out just what happened. A cabin in the woods seems like the perfect place to hide out, and the owner of the cabin is just plain perfect.
As the little sister of an alpha, Sage Christensen has been overprotected her entire life. Living on her own in the middle of nowhere is the most she’s been able to do to exert her independence. When a strange but hot alpha follows her home and holds her captive, she realizes just how far from help her cabin is. She knows it’s crazy to trust Nate, even crazier to want him, but there’s something about this secretive, sexy stranger that calls to her.
EXCERPT
“This could’ve been so much easier on both of us, Sage. At the bar last night I was trying to make you fall for me. Trying to gain your trust so you’d willingly take me home.”
“I’m sorry I was so uncooperative.” Her sarcasm ran rampant. “And I don’t take men home.”
When he glanced up at her, her gaze had slid to his mouth.
Interesting. Maybe she was a more aware of him than she cared to admit. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and everything primal inside him responded.
He turned off the sink and maneuvered her against it, straddling her legs with his own.
“Well I guarantee you if I’d been the one kissing you outside instead of your pretty musician, you would’ve taken me home.”
She swallowed hard and met his gaze once more. The amount of defiance there was outweighed by excitement.
“For a criminal, you’re awfully full of yourself. It would take more than a kiss for me to have brought you home.”
“Careful, Sage,” he warned softly and leaned in closer. His breath mingled with hers. “Because that almost sounds like a challenge.”
He heard it then. The slow thud of her heart that had become a pounding thunder. She didn’t reply to his statement, and the wolf within him rose to the surface in an instant.
Was he right? Was she as physically drawn to him right now as he was to her?
Maybe he was going about this wrong. Maybe if he tried to seduce her mind—her heart—he’d have her cooperation. She’d stop trying to escape and break his skull in.
Or maybe, you just want to charter the inside of her mouth with your tongue.
Whatever it was, the primitive side of him was far too close to the surface to be denied now.
He lowered his head and lightly touched his lips to hers—waited for her to pull away. She was so soft. Wonderfully sweet.
She didn’t move, though her shoulders tensed. A moment later she gave a stiff shrug. “See? That did noth—”
He didn’t let her finish that thought before he’d crushed his mouth on hers again. Not gentle this time, but with the sole intent to explore that amazing mouth deeper. To conquer and take.
She whimpered in shock before he effortlessly pierced her compressed lips with his tongue, determined to taste the soft warmth inside.
For a moment, she tried to push him away, her hands shoving against his bare shoulders, but as he gentled his kiss—switched his intent from conquer to seduce—she grew pliant in his arms.
As he flicked his tongue against hers in teasing, gentle strokes, she began to answer back. The hands that had tried to push him away a moment ago now kneaded and stroked the bare skin of his shoulders.
The control that he always prided himself on—that had been so tightly wound— began to unravel. His thoughts grew hazy, and for a moment he couldn’t be sure who was actually in control. Who was seducing who.
