Bound to Her
judging by the way this pendant reacts to your presence, I’d say it’s better if we repeat this then take it further.”
    Michele stiffened, yet her eyes betrayed the expression she obviously tried so hard to conceal. “I don’t think so.”
    Luka tilted his head. “Ever hear the expression ‘your eyes betray your body’? Besides, I can smell your arousal.” He licked his lip. “Tastes like honey.”
    Tiffany snickered behind him.
    Glaring, Michele stood with her arms folded over her chest. Her skin had a flushed look that worsened when both sets of eyes stared at her. “What?”
    Taking a step forward, Tiffany reached out for her sister. “We need to sit down and talk. I think you need to be brought into the loop.”
    Michele put her hands up. “Whoa, what loop? I don’t think I need to be brought into anything.”
    Luka looked at Tiffany and nodded. “Yeah, the pendant responded to her unlike any other woman I’ve ever been with. The delectable kiss should be repeated and taken further to prove a point.”
    Tiffany nodded.
    Michele stepped back, keeping her hands up defensively. Her mouth dropped open.
    Luka smiled at the sensual display of how her lips formed a perfect O when she shook her head in defiance. Something tugged low in his belly. He reached for the pendant and stepped closer to her.
    It lit up. It was just a simple design, really. A rough-cut stone that resembled a wolf’s head was encased in a golden diamond and hung on a chord that dangled just over his chest. He held it closer to Michele, and all three watched colourful sparklies float around it. “Well, it’s glowing.   If that isn’t proof, I’m not sure what is.”
    Tiffany scratched her chin. “I don’t know. Did Lajon tell you anything after he gave it to you?”
    Luka shook his head. “Nope. Not a damn thing. He tossed it to me and said ‘wear this’. Then he walked away and did that disappearing thing he always does.”
    Tiffany’s voice rose enthusiastically. “That’s such a cool trick!”
    Luka narrowed his gaze on her. “Yeah, but it doesn’t help us, now.”
    “Well.” Michele coughed and directed their attention on her. “It doesn’t mean anything to me. I’m not part of this weird wolf shit you and my sister are involved in. I want no part of it, ever. I can’t afford to have my life upset by—”
    Luka growled. “Prophecy set in stone thousands of years before you were born, little girl.”
    Michele’s mouth opened. Her jaw ticked, and her eyes widened. “No. Not me. None of this makes sense.”
    “That’s because you need to be briefed and caught up to speed.” Luka stepped closer to her, so close that even if he wasn’t lupine, he could have smelled the heat pooling between her legs. Or the fragrant aroma of her hair when the heater kicked in, as it had a moment ago.
    Eyes widening, revealing fear so deep it was palpable to anyone around, Michele stuttered, “I don’t…I-I don’t want this!”
    Luka took another step closer. “You and I need to talk.” He tried to keep his voice calm despite the storm building inside him at the fact the woman who was probably his mate was resisting him and going to cause the death of millions of humans with her reluctance.
    “No. We don’t.” Michele reached for the doorknob and pushed it open while keeping her gaze locked on his.
    Luka held out his hands with his palms facing up and offered a smile. “I smell your fear. Let me help alleviate it, please?
    The colour drained from her face. “No. I’m sorry, I can’t.” She turned on her heels and ran out the door, into the other room.
    Tiffany started after her.
    Luka set a hand across her chest.
    She looked back at him with a worried look on her face.
    Luka sighed and shrugged. “I guess this is the way the game is played.”
    Tiffany put an arm around Luka’s waist. “Yeah. You should know some things about her before we continue trying to figure this out. Do you need tea?”
    Glad to see her

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