Page 14 of Bad Moon Rising (Dark-Hunter 17)
Colt's eyes widened. "Should I leave you two alone? Or stay and referee?"
"You can leave. I'm just returning this." Fang held up the camera. "And then leaving myself."
Without another word, Colt headed back the way they'd come.
Aimee snatched the camera away from Fang's grasp. "Where did you get this?"
"You must have dropped it."
She leaned out the door to make sure Colt was gone before she whispered in a low tone. "Did you tell anyone I was there?"
"No. Did you want me to?"
"No." She looked extremely relieved. "Thank you." Then, in the blink of an eye, she turned angry again. "Did you look at my pictures?" That was more an accusation than a question.
"Was I not supposed to?"
She screwed her face up. "Oh, you're such a pig! That's my privacy you've invaded. How dare you!"
Fang felt blindsided by her rapid mood swings. He was definitely going to need a signal light to keep up with her. "Are you always this high-strung?"
"I am not high-strung!"
"If you say so. But really, they need to put a collar on you that changes color with your mood swings."
She curled her lip as if his words disgusted her on the highest level. "Oh, you are feral."
"Yeah, duh."
She rolled her eyes.
Fang started to leave, then swung back around. "By the way, I did not overreact earlier in the bayou. You could have been torn apart."
Shaking her head, she blustered before she finally spoke again. "Enough already with your macho bullcrap. I am sick to death of men telling me how to run my life. In case you didn't notice, I have a whole bevy of men downstairs just dying to tell me how I don't measure up. The last thing I need is another one."
"Maybe you should listen to them once in a while."
"And maybe you should mind your own business."
Fang had never wanted to strangle anyone so badly in his life. Every part of him burned with fury and at the same time, he couldn't help noticing how beautiful she was with her cheeks glowing from her anger. The red in her cheeks made her eyes a sharp, vivid blue. "Maybe you should learn to say thank-you once in a while."
She closed the distance between them. "And maybe you-" Her hands touched his chest and the most primal part of him came alive.
Before he even realized what he'd done, he'd pulled her into his arms and silenced her tirade with a kiss.
Aimee couldn't breathe as she felt Fang's arms close around her body. Her rage died the moment his lips touched hers and she tasted a sweet, raw power the likes of which she'd never experienced before.
His tongue danced with hers as he fully explored her mouth. Every hormone in her body turned hot and she clung to him, wanting to devour every inch of his hard body with her mouth and hands. Both the woman and bear inside her turned savage and wanton. Never had she tasted or felt anything like this.
It was all she could do not to strip him naked and make him beg for mercy.
Fang left her lips to finally bury his face against her neck so that he could breathe in her scent. It was the most delectable thing he'd ever smelled. And it awoke something inside him that wanted to experience every part of her. Every hormone in his body sang with need.
And that horrified him.
Pulling back, he stared down at her dazed expression.
Her senses must have returned to her in that same instant. She balled her fists into his jacket. "You need to leave. Now."
He tried, but something about her . . .
Go!
Forcing himself away, he teleported himself back to their den in the bayou.
Aimee slumped against the wall behind her as she tried to steady her senses.
She'd just kissed a wolf.
A wolf.
Her family would kill him. Hell, they'd kill her. It was forbidden to dilute the bloodlines, especially when they were Omegrion members. Her duty was to maintain and purify their lineage. To strengthen it. As bears, they traced their lineage through the female and she was the only daughter in their clan. It was why her brothers were so protective of her.
Yet . . .
Aimee shook her head to clear it. She could never see Fang again.
Ever.
Never, ever, ever.
Ever.
And this time she was going to listen to her reason!
She hoped.
