As she lay there, an odd tingling, a familiar sensation, crept over her slowly, sweeping her from head to toe . Arousal. That made no sense at all. Why did she feel like that?
Then, as the fog cleared a little from her head, it hit her. She could smell him.Austin.
Her fear receded to be replaced by hot, burning fury.
She tried to call up her inner fox, to shrink down and get out of the cuffs. And nothing happened. Her fox was buried somewhere deep inside her. She tried again. There was a thick wall between her and her animal.
Her eyes flew open in panic, and she struggled into a sitting position.
Austin was sitting in a chair, staring at her and shaking his head. He wore a leather jacket, jeans and a t-shirt, and he had a look of polite amusement on his face.
“What the hell are you doing here?” She was trying for a menacing snarl, but it came out in a hoarse croak.
“Well, good morning to you too. Or rather, good afternoon.”
“I asked you a question!” she yelled. Then she winced. “Ouch. My head. Why can’t I shift, you mongrel pile of dog turds?”
“Don’t worry, it’ll wear off in about eight hours. My family owns a pharmaceutical company. Mostly sports enhancement products, made with extremely diluted werewolf blood, but they experiment with other stuff on the side. Sometimes I steal things from their lab. This particular substance suppresses the ability to shift.”
She choked on her fury, glaring at him. “I am going to murder you in so many ways, Austin.”
He gave her a pleasant smile. “No doubt. You’ll have to get in line, though.” He stood up. “Let me give you some aspirin.”
He walked over to the small desk in the corner, grabbed a water bottle, and went to sit next to her on the bed. He pulled an aspirin bottle out of his jacket pocket, poured some aspirin tablets into his hand, and handed them to her. She grabbed them with her free hand and stuffed them in her mouth. Then he opened the water bottle and handed it to her. She sucked it down greedily.
Austin settled back down in his chair. She threw the empty water bottle at him, and it bounced off his head.
He just smiled. “You were so busy having your brother put trackers on my truck that you never stopped to think that I might have done the same to you.” Then he shook his head regretfully. “What a waste of handcuffs and a motel room. The things I’d like to do to you right now.”
Her traitor heart did a little lurch in her chest.
Oh God, the thought of being handcuffed while Austin had his way with her…kissing his way down her body…torturing her with his tongue and fingers, his hands on her thighs, spreading her wide open…
Her headache started to recede. A lazy sensation of pleasure warmed her body.
She realized that Austin was watching her with interest.
“Are you picturing it too?” He grinned, resting his elbow on his knee and leaning forward. “Where are you in the fantasy? Just so I can make sure I’m keeping up. Has my mouth reached your pussy yet?”
Motherfucking fur-face son of a Chihuahua.
“I have no idea what you mean.” She gritted the words out, eyes blazing with fury. “Uncuff me now, you idiot, or you have no idea what I’m going to do to you. You’ve never actually seen me angry.”
“Oh, I think I’m getting a good idea of what it looks like.” He reached down to a duffel bag on the floor, and pulled out a wrapped sandwich. Wait, that was her bag. He’d taken one of the sandwiches from her cooler. Roast beef with horseradish. And he unwrapped it and took a bite as she tried to murder him with the strength of her glare.
“Tasty,” he said appreciatively. “Your mom sure makes a mean sandwich. I know it was her because I scented her on the wrapper. You tell her I said hey next time you see her.”
Her stomach rumbled, and she felt saliva pooling in her mouth. Her mother’s sandwich’s always did that to her. “I’m hungry. Give me a bite.”
“Say pretty please.”
Savannah swallowed a scream of rage, mostly because yelling really made her head hurt. “Austin, when I get free from these handcuffs, and I will, I’m going to put my foot so far up your ass I’ll kick your fangs in with it. Now give me a bite of that damn roast beef sandwich.”
He got up from the chair and sat down next to her again. He held out the sandwich, and she leaned closer to take a bite. Just when it was almost at her lips, he snatched it away from her.
“Promise me that you will not try to commit suicide by wolf, Savannah. Promise me you won’t go after Roy.”
“I have no idea who you’re talking about. I was chasing after you because I love you so much.” Savannah summoned up a sweet smile and blinked hard. “Meet your new stalker.”
