Wolf Read Online Free Page A

alone one like you.”
    Sylvie nodded jerkily, all too happy to oblige. Gripping the blanket she’d been covered with, she surged to her feet.
    Unable to resist the opportunity to see if she felt anything like she looked, Hawk grasped her waist and lifted her from the box where she’d been hiding. It wasn’t one of his brightest ideas. He didn’t want to let go of her once he’d set her on her feet. His hands tightened reflexively on her tiny waist.
    Mac punched him in his wounded arm. Rage surged through him at the sudden burning pain, but he managed to tamp the urge to punch his superior back.
    It still took an effort to peel his fingers off of her when he had visions dancing in his head of throwing her down on the deck and fucking her until he was exhausted.
    “Let go of her, Hawk!” Mac growled warningly.
    Swallowing a little convulsively, he ordered his fingers to loosen their grip.
    Flicking a frightened look at his face, the woman raced toward the cabins, struggling to cover herself with the blanket she was dragging.
    “I didn’t catch your name, baby.”
    Sending him a terrified look, she slammed the door. They heard the distinctive click of a lock.
    Mac sent him a look of disgust. “Jesus, Hawk! Get a fucking grip!”
    Hawk glared at him, but after a moment he managed to force himself to relax. He ran a shaking hand over his face. “Sorry, Mac. I don’t know what came over me.”
    “I do,” Mac retorted grimly.
    Hawk frowned, seemed to wrestle with himself. “It ain’t the parasites,” he growled. “Man, that is one beautiful woman. Don’t tell me you don’t want her so bad yourself you can taste it.”
    “Like hell! I’ve known you a lot of years, Hawk. Don’t tell me you don’t know you aren’t the same man you were six months ago.”
    Hawk swallowed a little sickly. “You think it’s starting to affect us all the time?
    Even when we aren’t … you know?”
    “I think it has been from the beginning.”
    Hawk glanced around and finally flung himself down on the couch. “Maybe it would’ve been better if they’d just killed us,” he muttered. “I’m not sure I want to live like this.”
    “Suck it up, soldier!” Mac growled. “We can deal with it.”
    Hawk shook his head, but he didn’t argue. He grimaced after a moment. “It ain’t safe to touch her, is it?”
    Mac frowned. Instead of answering immediately, he began to pace restlessly. “I don’t know. Nobody at the fucking ‘medical center’ got infected that I know anything about.”
    Hawk snorted. “Now who’s living in a fantasy land? We infected our pick-up, remember? Everybody in the lab was wearing hazmat suits.”
    Mac frowned and finally shrugged. “We didn’t infect the team they sent in to pick us up,” he pointed out.
    “Yeah, but we were dead—or close to it after they strafed the pick up boat.
    Maybe the parasites were too busy fixin’ us up to change hosts?”

    14
    “Maybe. Maybe they just had better timing? Maybe the parasites were satisfied with the hosts they already had? Maybe, maybe … that’s all we’ve fucking got, a whole hell of a lot of maybes. Maybe she won’t catch whatever the fuck we have as long as we keep our hands off of her? I don’t know, but as much as I’d like to fuck her until I’m too exhausted to think anymore, we don’t have time for it. We need to keep our minds on escape if we want to stay alive—and I do.”
    A sudden thought occurred to Hawk that made him feel distinctly ill. “Shit!
    What if we’ve already … contaminated her? What if she passed it to everybody she meets up with?”
    Mac chewed his lip thoughtfully and finally shook his head. “They said it was parasites—they seemed pretty sure of it, anyway. If it was that easy to ‘catch’ it, somebody else sure as hell would’ve when they were stacking us in the morgue.”
    Hawk considered it and relaxed fractionally. “Well, that’s a relief, anyway.
    Don’t get me wrong, I hate those