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there when we did. That rabid dog was rousing,” Micah added. He folded his arms over his chest, but by no means was it a submissive move. “You were still trotting through the forest, trying to locate her.”
    The man eyed him begrudgingly. After a long, tenuous silence, he straightened his shoulders to Micah and held out his hand.
    “Name’s Jordan Jones. For the record, I was watching you two stalk my sister. We know how to throw our scent. Don’t be fooled.”
    Micah accepted the offer of a handshake. Good to know that tidbit .
    “My sister’s Kasa Jones.” Jordan scoured his gaze from his boots up to his hair. “Good thing at least one of her mates has a dominant streak. You’re in for a wild ride with her.”
    “I’m sure, if her defiance toward you speaks for anything.”
    “And what defiance is that?”
    “She didn’t run with her tail between her legs. Your sister has pride, and pride can procure stubbornness.”
    Jordan hooked his thumbs on his jeans. Micah unfolded his arms and dug his keys from his coat pocket.
    “Sounds like you know what you’re talking about,” Jordan muttered as he started back to his cabin. Micah retreated to his truck, satisfied with the outcome of this long confrontation.
    “I do, more than anyone will ever know.”

Chapter Three

    Slade pressed into the cozy cabin, fallen beer bottle in hand. The stricken expression on the sweet little lady’s face made him all the more hungry for a piece of meat. Tender, juicy, white wolf meat. By the scent he caught in the air, she was primed and ready for feasting. His cock throbbed against the zipper of his jeans, aching to break free and take what was rightfully his. And Micah’s.
    “You’re not wearing much to be keeping that door open.” He kicked the door shut, which jerked her from her trance. She jumped and the glaze over her startling amber eyes vanished.
    “Who are you?” she demanded.
    The sharp edge he suspected she aimed for fell flat on a seductive roll. His gaze lowered from her eyes to her mouth. Lush pink lips glistened with fresh moisture from her having just licked them. A light red hue stroked the fine structure of her cheeks. Strands of her black, chin-length bangs fell free from behind her ears. It took everything he had not to tuck them back. The rest of her hair was twisted up in some half-wet messy fashion, held by a clip.
    “Slade Castrove. You must be Kasa. Nice to meet you.” He shot her a playful smile and continued his lingering journey down her body. Ah yes . A tank top hugged full, round breasts, pert nipples poking against the striped fabric. Her frame narrowed at her waist, flared out slightly at her hips, and followed down the length of finely-toned legs. At the moment, he wanted to touch her everywhere, feel her, taste her.
    Fuck, the hunger to claim her was near blinding.
    “Smells good in here,” he added. Boy does it ever . He tore his gaze away from the siren in front of him and surveyed the small living quarters. He spotted a cut up steak on the counter and started toward it. “Mind if I have a bite? I’m famished.”
    “Hey,” she choked. He was halfway to the kitchen when she grabbed his arm and hopped in front of him. “Hey! Who the hell are you to come barging into my house, take my beer, and help yourself to my food? No, I don’t think so!”
    “Didn’t take your beer.” Slade took a swig from the bottle. He licked the flavor of her mouth from the lip and had to suppress a shudder. He handed it back to her and she took it, all the while staring at the lip. “Caught it when you dropped it. As for barging, you seemed a little shocked. Figured if you didn’t want me in, you’d have kicked the door shut in my face. So, took your reaction as a silent invitation. Food?” Slade laughed quietly. He tipped her chin up with a quick brush of his finger. “Honey, I can’t see your tiny stomach taking that entire steak. Besides, I’m much more manageable on a full