Cat's Howl: A Macconwood Pack Novel (The Macconwood Pack Series Book 2) Read Free Page B

nipping, kissing her soft flesh. He knew he was getting
in over his head when she grabbed at his long hair and pulled him closer.
    It took all his strength to draw back from her sweet body. The
hazy look in her ice blue eyes made him want her so damn bad. He knew he could never
stop if he did what she wanted him to. Her body language, heck, even her scent
was begging him to finish what they had started. And if he was honest with
himself, he should acknowledge that he wanted her like mad.
    Cat dropped her hands to her sides. She didn’t know what to
do, what she was allowed to do. She had never been kissed like that before and
she knew right then that the boys she had tried a kiss or two with had
absolutely nothing on the man in front of her.
    The world spun around and around when his mouth was on hers.
She felt dizzy, alive, insane and so very good that she never wanted him to
stop. She smiled and lifted her hands to his face. Serious , he was so
serious.
    Cat pulled him down to her mouth and they kissed again. This
time he lifted his lips and ran them down her neck and shoulder, then down again
to her aching breasts. Her nipples tightened and she purred again, wanting
more, wanting him. She hardly noticed the sound of her dress being pulled back
up over her body.
    Tate raised his head just as Cat’s eyes flew open. He was
dressing her?! Her cheeks burned with humiliation. She felt a tear pour
down her cheeks, and she bit back a sob. She would not cry!
    She felt as though her heart had been ripped open, but she
would not cry. That she promised herself. She grabbed the dress from him and
tried to pull away, but his arms were like iron.
    “Cat we need to talk. Don’t run.”
    “Talk? About what? I just offered myself to you and you
rejected me. What’s to talk about?”
    “It’s not that easy, Cat, come on, look at me.”
    Despite her best efforts, another tear spilled down her face.
She shook her head as a nervous laugh escaped her lips. Would the shame ever
go away? Why wouldn’t he just let her leave?
    She struggled against him, but Tate refused to let her go. She
managed to wipe her cheeks and shake her head as she yanked the zipper closed.
Heat burning her cheeks so hot she must look like a beacon in the night! No
matter which way she moved his iron grip held her squarely in front of him.
    She threw herself at him. Like a slut. Like her
father had said she would. Zev often called her an “easy mark”, he said she
would be just like her mother. Those words cut her, but never so much as now. Because
maybe he was right.
    “Look, Cat, I know you have a crush on me, but I didn’t
know-”
    “Crush? You think this is some little crush? Tate, is that
true?,” hope sparked in her chest. If she could only make him see, it would all
be okay.
    “Don’t be embarrassed, Cat, it’s okay.”
    “No, you see, it’s not. I don’t have a crush on you. I love
you! I always have, Tate. And you have to feel something for me too! I mean, you asked me to prom, you never even looked at me before, but you asked me
so I know you feel something too-”
    Tate just couldn’t listen to this. Confessions of love from
his best friend’s baby sister? No way. No how. He knew what he had to do. She
would hate him for it, but it was for the best. For both of them.
    “Cat! Come on! Stop lying to yourself! I’m only here because
Rafe asked me to take you! I didn’t want to go to your prom, I mean, do you
think I’d need some high school girl to go out with? Come on, Cat, think! Years
of watching us in those woods and you really believe I want this? I mean look
at you, hardly more than a kid in dress up for God’s sake!”
    “Go to hell!”
    The slap surprised her as much as it did him. Her hand stung
with the force of it as she ran back to the bonfire. She was careful to slow
down before her supernatural speed was noticed by anyone.
    She caught up with a group of girls she had English class with.
They were heading out and offered her