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at attention the way it was back at the vet’s office.”
    Rolling his eyes, Zayn adjusted
his stance and crossed his bare feet at the ankles. Like most wolves they liked
to run barefooted. “I had a naked woman pressed against me, licking me for
fucksake. I’d like to see any man, or wolf, not get hard.”
    Niall fixed him with a steady
stare. “For as long as the fever lasts and she’s in your house, you keep it
platonic, unless you want her as a mate. It shouldn’t be too hard to keep your
cock in check for forty-eight hours.”
    To Zayn that seemed like a
lifetime, when every time he thought of Cora he had an urge to crawl in beside
her on his big bed.
    Niall finished his beer and fixed
Zayn with his alpha gaze, the one Zayn had come to recognize as meaning don’t mess with me.
    With their eyes locked, the bad
ass alpha cupped the back of Zayn’s head, pressed a brotherly kiss to his
forehead and walked out the back door.
    Alone with the alluring scent of
the human and nothing to do but check on her, just to make sure she was okay—not
because he couldn’t stay away—Zayn made his way down the hall to his room.
Lying in the middle of his California King bed she looked tiny, although he
knew she wasn’t short by human standards. Maybe five foot
five, with dark red hair, almost brown. He’d have sworn it was a dye job
except the same color graced the small patch between her thighs. Damn, she was
thin. No, thin wasn’t an accurate description. She was muscular, or, well, fit
was the appropriate description. Leanly sexy as sin is what she was. So not his type. He was such a liar.
    The second he got his first look
at Cora Welch in all her naked glory, he’d wanted her more than he could
remember wanting any other woman or wolf. Goddess, did he want her in the worst
way possible. He wanted to run his hands over the sleek muscles of her
shoulders. The taunt yet surprisingly rounded globes of her ass drew his eyes
like a moth to a flame. He knew she’d been turned on by the sweet scent of her
arousal at her clinic, before the other wolves had shown up. She’d all but
vibrated with want. However, he couldn’t be sure if it was from the marking or
because she wanted him.
    He studied her. Even in sleep she
looked serious, a bundle of feisty, indignant, ferocious, takes no shit woman.
    Zayn raked his hand through his
hair, not liking the way he couldn’t stop thinking about Cora. Maybe he
should’ve sent her to his brother’s. “I don’t want you,” he muttered, turning
on his heel, he retraced his steps. The erection tenting his jeans made the
statement a complete lie, one he was glad his brother wasn’t there to witness.
    Dinner needed to be cooked, and if
nothing else, it would take his mind off the woman lying in his bed. Tonight
was Niall’s night at the bar, and his nephew Nolan would be arriving within a
couple hours. His unwanted house guest would undoubtedly be hungry too. He
defrosted several steaks, prepared a handful of baked potatoes and pulled out
the fixings for a salad.
    The sound of the shower coming on
had his head turning toward the master suite. Several times he was sure he’d
heard her breathing change, indicating she’d woken up, but each time he’d
checked, she appeared to be asleep. Either she was a really good faker, or she
was extremely exhausted. The last time he checked, her fever had gone down. It
had only been a few hours since they’d arrived at his home, which meant she’d
only been marked a handful of hours. Usually the first bite’s effect lasted for
up to forty-eight hours unless the next bite occurred, or the appetite for sex
was appeased, or both. But, in the words of his wise brother, he was keeping
his fangs and his dick to himself, or he’d have an unwanted, accidental wolf
mate.
    He could still send her to his
brother’s or one of the other pack member’s houses, but he’d be damned before
he’d allow another wolf, or man, to touch what was his…or what he