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    She touched his arm and his wolf practically leapt from his body. He dropped her bags to the floor, then bullied her back until she was pressed up against the wall. Her eyes were wide with shock. Not fear, he noted, but surprise. His wolf liked that. In his mind, he was screaming to back up and get his shit together but his body had other plans. He had to force himself not to grind his rock hard cock against her stomach.
    He stared down at her, getting lost in those blue eyes. His breath came out in hard pants as he desperately tried to reel himself in. He wanted to taste those pink lips, shove his tongue into her mouth and explore her. He wanted to run his hands up her sides, feel her ribs, her lean curves, cup her breasts, tease her nipples. He wanted so bad that he ached.
    “Your eyes have the most beautiful golden streaks in them. Are you wearing contacts?”
    Her question was like a slap of cold water to the face. His wolf was pushing through. His eyes turned golden when he was the beast. A trait he and Raven shared, perhaps because they’d been bitten by the same wolf so long ago.
    “Yeah,” he said gruffly as he forced himself away from her. “I am.”
    She nodded slowly, then bit her bottom lip—sexy as all hell.
    He turned away, grabbed her stuff and continued toward the guest room.
    “I can manage this myself.” She was next to him again, keeping pace.
    “No, Mayhem said—”
    She jumped in front of him, effectively halting any further steps. “I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own bags. And I don’t need, or want, an escort.”
    She was tall, but still only came to his shoulders, her fists clenched and her jaw set. Her eyes were determined but all the same, he could hardly take her seriously when she had a spray of cute little freckles decorating the bridge of her nose.
    “That’s too bad.” He sidestepped her and continued. She was tough, and he liked that. Her fierce stance the same one he’d seen in the forest. By the weight of the bag on his shoulder, he guessed the bow she’d been using that day was in the case. She was probably desperate to have her weapon at hand, especially if she was a trained Huntress candidate. “Most women would appreciate a man who was willing to help them out. You could be a little more grateful.”
    One second he was walking, the next her legs were tangled with his and he was on the ground. He hit the floor on his side with a grunt and she clambered on top of him. She rolled his arm behind his back, effectively pinning him in place with her weight. Or at least, that was what he let her believe. If he was human, she definitely would have him beat, but being a werewolf, he could get out of her tricky little maneuver in seconds. He just didn’t want to—not with her straddling him the way she was.
    His cock strained harder against his pants and he rolled onto his stomach, forcing her to adjust her position and sit on his ass. He wanted to laugh aloud at the sheer bliss of it all.
    “You gonna let me up?” he growled, putting on an act of anger when all he really felt was total and complete lust. If he could only compel her to grind her pussy against him, he’d be in heaven.
    “You gonna stop being a prick?”
    He forced his smile back and craned his head to the side, his hair a tangled mess that partially obscured his view of her. “I’m just following orders.”
    “Nah, you’ve been a dick to me from the moment you walked into that hall downstairs and I want to know why.”
    Tread lightly. Say something nice.
    “You’re too pretty to be a security guard. I wasn’t expecting that.”
    A war waged on her face. She was obviously battling not to be flattered.
    “Thought you might be a groupie.”
    Wrong thing to say. Her expression crashed into a cold blank slate and she released him from her grip then quickly jumped up. “I take my job to protect very seriously. I’m not here in service to any of you men, and just because I’m a woman doesn’t