Last Wolf Hunting

Not touch her? Not likely. In a flash of movement, Jeremy had her arms secured behind her, holding her immobile as he pressed his hard body into the lush softness of her own, keeping her trapped there against him. Lowering his head, he whispered his words into the delicate shell of her ear. “Stop fighting it, Jillian. I don’t like it any more than you do, but it seems that this little war is over.”

“Like hell it is,” she hissed, beginning to struggle, only to stop when she realized she was merely wasting her strength. “Danna isn’t just going to stop because you told her to!”

“I was talking about our war, Jillian. The one between you and me. But you might as well know that I won’t have you fighting.”

She made a rude sound, telling him what she thought of his arrogance. “And that matters how?”

He moved closer, nuzzling his nose against the silken skin at the side of her throat. “It should matter to you, little witch. Unlike the other pack males, I don’t cower before your authority. If I have to drag you kicking and screaming from this clearing, I’ll do it.”

Her body vibrated against his. “Why?” she whispered, her voice nearly soundless with disbelief. “What is it to you if she beats me to death?”

So many answers sat on his tongue, lying in wait, but there was only so much Jeremy was willing to admit—even to himself. “I’m pack now, which means I have a respect for the lives within it.”

“Even mine?” she scoffed, and he could feel her battle to hold herself rigid in his arms. “You’ve grown soft in your old age, Jeremy.”

A low, gruff laugh rumbled in his chest. “You know what your problem is, Jillian?”

“Which one? I have several,” she huffed. “And one of them is sticking his nose into things that are none of his concern.”

“You’ve always been my concern,” he admitted in a husky rasp—but he certainly didn’t sound happy about it.

“Don’t,” she warned softly, glaring up at him. “Let me go, Jeremy. I need to deal with Danna. I don’t have time to play games with you.”

“Like I was saying. Your problem,” he drawled, enjoying the shiver that trembled through her when he nudged his rigid, denim-covered erection against her bare belly, “is that you just never know when to quit fighting.”

He could almost hear her teeth grinding. “If you think I actually want to fight her, then that just goes to show how little you know me. I don’t have a death wish, and I don’t need you stepping in and acting as if I’m your responsibility. I’ve managed to survive the last ten years without you, and I’m not about to beg you for help now. I can take care of myself.”

“Not hardly,” he muttered. She jerked away from him, unsteady on her feet, and he suddenly realized that she was close to collapsing. “Jillian?”

She blinked at the odd, husky note of concern in his voice. “I’m okay,” she said thickly, as he resettled his hands at her waist, his palms rough against the softness of her skin.

“Like hell you are.”

She pushed back the wisps of hair that had fallen over her brow, wiped the back of one delicate wrist across her upper lip. “Really, I’m fine. It’s just that using the power takes a lot out of me.”

He didn’t like hearing that, knowing that she’d have only been able to hold Danna off for so long.

“You can let me go now,” she said quietly, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between them.

Jeremy shook his head at her stubbornness. “I don’t think so. You look ready to fall on your face.”

She gave a soft, tired laugh. “Such a charmer, Burns.”

“I’m not interested in charming you,” he muttered under his breath.

“If I didn’t know better—” she sighed “—I’d think you sound as if you actually care. But we both know that isn’t true, don’t we, Jeremy?”

He grunted, and in the next instant she was off her feet, landing with a soft whoosh against his shoulder.

Stalking into the forest with a purposeful stride, Jeremy allowed his mouth to curl with a slow, wicked smile of satisfaction. He still didn’t trust her, and no way on god’s green earth was he going allow himself to feel anything for her. But he was tired of denying himself the thing he wanted most in this world. For whatever time he was back, he planned on having her. She belonged to him, and after tonight, his wicked little witch was going to know it.

Chapter 3

Jillian had the uncomfortable feeling her world had just been shifted off its axis, and it wasn’t only because she was hanging upside down over the shoulder of a gorgeous Neanderthal. No, it was the emotional meltdown going on inside of her, rioting and out of control. The farther Jeremy carried her into the moonlit woods, where the shadows thickened and the intoxicating, purely masculine scent of his body surrounded her, the more urgent that feeling became, until she was panting harder than she had during the challenge.

You are so in trouble, Jillian.

She shouted and threatened and seethed the entire way up the mountain, but it didn’t make any difference. The bastard just kept going, ignoring her as if she weren’t even there, hanging over his broad shoulder like a sack of flour. She knew she could use her power to trip him or knock him on his arrogant backside, but she couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t brain herself in the process. Nor did she relish the idea of rolling around on the ground with him. Resisting her body’s instinctual impulse to get as close as possible to him was hard enough—she didn’t want to test her willpower by finding herself sprawled over him…or under him.

A telling shiver slipped through her system, and it wasn’t from the cold.

“What did you do, walk here?” she finally snapped, sounding waspish, hating herself for the fact that she’d have rather been running her palms over the hard, sleek muscles down his back, instead of pounding them with her fists. She could feel his heavy obliques shift as he moved, her mouth watering at the prospect of having so much raw power and strength beneath her hands.

“Partly,” he grunted, shifting his hold on her legs, one of those big, rough hands too close to her bottom. Too close, yet not close enough. A part of her wanted to wiggle a bit to the side, until she got it right where she wanted it. And man, did she resent that part.

“Partly? What does that mean?” Jillian tried to make her tone as annoying as possible, thinking that if she could just keep fighting with him, she wouldn’t have time to pay attention to those other thoughts swimming through her head. Naughty, provocative thoughts complete with writhing bodies, keening cries and warm, sweat-slick skin. Thoughts too dangerous for her peace of mind on the best of days, but when she was alone with this particular Bloodrunner in a remote part of the mountains, surrounded by the primal forest and not a hell of a lot else, they were damn near lethal.

The pack was at least a half mile behind them now, Jeremy’s long legs making quick work of the sloping terrain, taking them farther into seclusion with every second that passed by—each moment taking her deeper into treacherous emotional territory that could too easily crush her. Trying to ignore that unsettling bit of knowledge, Jillian pulled her mind back to what she’d been saying. “I don’t get it, Jeremy. How can you ‘partly’ walk somewhere?”

They entered a small glade surrounded by eight majestic pines interspersed with fledgling red and white oaks, and Jeremy stopped, moving in a slow circle as he surveyed their surroundings. When he seemed satisfied with what he found, he set her on her feet as easily as he’d lifted her.

“I’m going to need my truck in Shadow Peak, but I felt like walking tonight, so I parked down below the rise and hiked with Cian the rest of the way to the clearing, instead of going into town first. Dylan called earlier to let me know there would be a challenge tonight,” he explained, slanting her a dark look, “but he didn’t mention who’d be fighting.”

She arched one brow, determined to ignore the frustrating way the silvery moonlight glinted so perfectly off the burnished gold of his hair, making her want to reach out and bury her fingers in the warm, silken threads. “He probably thought you wouldn’t care.”

“Right.” He snuffled a soft laugh under his breath, as if she’d said something funny, and Jillian struggled not to flinch from the provocative heat of his stare. His eyes had always been too mesmerizing for his own good—not to mention hers. The one time she’d allowed herself to be conned by those hazy swirls of green surrounded by thick, amber-colored lashes, she’d paid the price of a broken heart. But now she knew better. Knew better than to trust the promises swimming in their glowing depths.

He stepped closer, grinning a little when she took a hasty step back, as if he knew what it cost her to be near him. The way he moved should have been outlawed. All long muscles and masculine grace, like a predator—like something on the hunt for its prey. His head tilted the tiniest fraction as he watched her, and it was a heady sensation, standing at the focus of all that blistering male intensity. For a brief moment, Jillian wondered just how close his wolf was to the surface, how close to the edge he’d been pushed.

“Do I make you nervous?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, acutely aware of just how little clothing she was wearing. “Why would you make me nervous?” she drawled sarcastically, arching her brows. “It’s not like you’ve brought me here against my will or anything.”

A slow, crooked kind of smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “You can keep trying to taunt me, but it won’t matter.” He blew out a slow breath, looking like a wicked, golden god of a man as he just stood there, staring down at her. “I hadn’t planned on any of this, but tonight seems to have knocked some sense into me. Now that I’m back, we’ve got to deal with what’s between us.” He paused, rubbing one hand over his stubbled jaw, the gently rasping sound easily heard against the soft quiet of the forest. “We’re not leaving here until we’ve talked this out, Jillian. But first, I want to know why you agreed to fight those challenges.”

She hated that she had to control the urge to stomp her foot like a frustrated child. “Why? Because I didn’t have a choice. I’ve never wanted to fight the stupid things, but your never-ending list of past lovers just pushed and pushed, until the Elders ordered me to accept!”

“So it’s true then, that the League made you fight. Elise thinks they’re punishing you.”

Her gaze skittered away. “Maybe.”

“Because of one kiss?” he asked, his tone skeptical.

“It seems they knew me well enough to know what that kiss signified.” She jerked her gaze back to his face, hoping he could see just how angry he made her. “They knew I’d decided to put my trust in you, despite their warnings and threats. And it took all but a few hours for you to go running off with Danna, proving just how stupid I’d been to believe in you!”

“So they make you accept those ridiculous challenges, risking your life.” She watched him work to master his emotions. After a moment, he quietly said, “That’s some punishment, Jillian. I’m surprised you just lie down and take it, or are you still terrified of disappointing them?”

“I have no choice in the matter. Whenever I try to refuse, they consider it a show of weakness.” She sighed, still rankled over the League’s insistence that she meet the challenges. “And we can’t have any weak links in the chain of power, Jeremy.”