All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf (Changeling Encounters) Read Free

James had already turned in, and been credited with her thesis, she truly did have to start over. Doing her thesis on the grizzlies now was not an option. Her specialty was large mammals and she'd have to find another species to study.
    Two wasted years. Two more years of writing another thesis. On another subject. All because a man gave me a little attention, showed the slightest bit of interest. How pathetic is that?
    Faith blinked repeatedly, trying not to allow herself to cry. It was her own stupidity, her own mistakes that put her into this situation. She'd just have to somehow pull herself out.
    How? I don't have the resources for two more years? I barely made it through the last two.
    She shook her head slowly, refusing to let herself be daunted. Fighting through obstacles was something she did well, had always had to do. Crumbling under pressure was not an option.
    Shifting her body to sit behind the steering wheel, Faith was halfway into the seat when an arm shot out of the darkness and seized her around the waist. A strong, masculine arm, corded with muscles powerful enough to pull her up against a hard body.
    Faith didn't have to look up at his face to know that it was him , the intense guy from the electronics store. She could actually feel him, sense the vibrations that thrummed around her as their bodies made contact. It was the same sensation that had washed over her, held her in momentary thrall, from the simple touch of her hand over his.
    Get away!
    Get closer!
    Run!
    Need him!
    Conflicting emotions raced through her mind faster than Faith could process them. How could she be in this much danger, in the middle of a dark parking lot, and feel her nipples harden, her core flood with heat?
    She struggled, trying with her conscious sane mind to get away from him, but he only held her tighter, pulling her body against the solid muscle of his chest and abdomen, her back to his front, his warm ragged breath caressing her ear as he bent his head.   "I won't harm you." His voice was harsh, but somehow comforting.
    Wasn't that how all sociopathic murderers lulled their victims? Trying to gain trust, trying to give comfort...initially. Don't be stupid, Faith!
    Slamming her elbow back with as much force as she could muster, Faith hit him in the stomach, but he didn't even grunt, didn't flinch. Squirming, she tried to twist, to break his unyielding hold around her waist.
    As her ass came in contact with his groin, she halted abruptly, momentarily stunned as her jean-clad butt came in contact with the largest, hardest erection she had ever encountered.
    Crap. He's a rapist? Was this actually turning him on?
    Strangely, her pussy flooded, her body melted. Involuntarily, her ass shifted backward, trying to make contact again and again with his sizeable cock, needing to rub against it, wanting to sink into his intensely hot body.
    Panic gripped her as she realized that her body was responding to him, even as her mind rebelled. Putting every bit of strength into her attempted escape, she grabbed the open door of the car, trying to use it for leverage, pulling with all of her might to get out of his steely grasp.
    He was panting, hot and heavy exhalations wafting over her ear. "Stop. You'll hurt yourself," he growled, as Faith continued to struggle with him, getting nowhere.
    "Let me go. I won't tell anyone." She'd run straight to the police, but the lie was worth a shot.
    "Stop!" he said with authority, as though he expected her to obey.
    Faith opened her mouth to scream, looking around frantically for another person in the parking lot, but she didn't see a soul. Still, it wouldn't hurt to try to attract attention.
    The anguished sound had just started to leave her throat when a large hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her immediately.
    Suddenly, her head started to spin, twirling faster and faster until it was unbearable. Nausea rose in her throat and darkness threatened, throwing her off- balance, her legs refusing to