Foxy on the Run: Book One, Supernatural Bounty Hunters Novellas Read Online Free Page A

to it he could ask Alma to try and scry for her. Not something he particularly liked, as far as he was concerned it took the fun out of the chase and more often than not scrying brought about false results. For one thing it depended on how much the person liked the object being used to scry with, and then there was the fact that they could be using magic to cover themselves anyway.
    He was a little gun shy of scrying ever since he and Logan had be sent to a warehouse on the trail of a pair of jackals only to end up in the nest of crocodile shifters using the warehouse for gun running. They’d barely made it out alive; crocs are pretty damn nasty...
    His wolf rumbled as his ears pricked up. He could hear soft footfalls coming down the hall toward him. Someone was coming his way . He ducked behind the bedroom door, thinking of a good excuse for whoever turned up. His mind went through the possibilities, cops, neighbor, relative, friend, boyfriend... he soured at the last one , if it was a boyfriend he’d be tempted to knock him out. His wolf wagged his tail at the idea.
    The lock clicked and the person padded into the apartment. He groaned imperceptibly as the sweet smell of lavender intensified. Holy crap it was her! Unbelievable, this was the quickest catch he ever made. Great, now he could take her to jail... ugh that didn’t sit right.
    Carly threw the mail down on the counter. She’d gotten off the bus two blocks away and walked the rest of the way. Now her feet were killing her. She’d carefully approached the apartment block, trying to scope out the place for cops. It was dead, no one was around.
    Moving with confidence she didn’t really feel she went into the lobby and picked up her mail before making her way to her place. She didn’t meet a single soul along the way . It was her lucky day, apart from the small matter of being on trial for murder...
    She sighed and sat back in an armchair kicking off her shoes. Just being home, around her familiar possessions made her feel better.
    Carly tensed as her fox growled. The apartment was so quiet, too quiet . Gingerly she sniffed the air and almost moaned at the delicious scent of cinnamon. Involuntarily she licked her lips. She needed to get a cinnamon danish and fast . But wait a second, what else was there... oh shit she smelled wolf!
    She leapt to her feet and started for the door. Jackson hurtled out of the bedroom and collided with her just as she reached for the handle. He covered her body with his, pushing her against the door.
    “Just relax. ” He ordered gruffly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
    She squirmed under him , her arms and legs flailing. “Says you wolf!” He ‘oofed’ as a knife like elbow connected with his stomach. She’s a lot stronger than she looks.
    As he growled at her flapping arms h is wolf roared with delight at feeling her lush body trapped against his. Her wriggling pushed her ass against his sex; her soft plump buttocks making it harden and grow outrageously.
    He caught her wrists and pinned her arms over her head, trying to calm her. He angled his lower body away from hers, willing his erec tion to go away. The last thing he needed was her knowing how turned on he was by her struggles. Although sniffing the air he wasn’t oblivious to her own arousal, her scent sweetened even more. He smirked and his wolf wagged his tail knowing she was stimulated by the nearness of his body.
    Carly panted heavily. She’d hardly gotten a good look at the wolf squashed against her body and yet her desire was mounting at a rapid rate. The feel of his big, hard body crushed against her soft curves was delicious. Jolts of pleasure raced through her body as her fox whimpered.
    She stilled under him. Struggling was only serving to heighten her arousal. He was a hell of a lot bigger than her; there was no way she was getting away from him.
    Jackson’s breathing was rough and shallow. He lowered his head to her ear and she shivered at his throaty