Tagging Her Lynx (Alaska Lynx Clan) Read Free Page A

her this morning. She never
realized there were others like her, but it brought a sense of excitement to
know she wasn't alone.
    "I'm
putting the clothes beside the front door and unlocking it. I'll be in the
kitchen. Please let me know when you're dressed, and go sit on the couch
afterward. Stay on that couch, or I'll kick you out. Understood?" The
words spoken aloud, she bit the inside of her cheek at how stupid she sounded.
    "Thank
you."
    She
hurried out of the room. For a flashing moment her curiosity won out, and she
turned back to peek around the corner, but his soft laughter in her head
stopped her cold.
    "I'm
sorry. You may look. I won't laugh anymore."
    She
tried to not imagine what kind of man lived inside the lynx. Yet whoever he
was, he made her feel more alive than she'd felt the last few weeks mourning
her dad. Something about him excited her, and it went beyond his voice, his
soothing manner, or the idea of kinship with someone that turns into a lynx
like her. Granger was right. She did feel the magnetic pull toward him.
    Growing
up in the bush of Alaska, she lived a more sheltered life than others did. She
understood that most people lived with neighbors, television, phones. Not here,
though. She lived without modern conveniences and with no electricity. Once a
year she traveled into Fairbanks, and even doing that turned into an all-day
trip if she picked up groceries and supplies.
    After
she started shifting, she avoided those trips with her father. Now alone, she
relied on a family who lived about ten miles farther north to stop by and offer
to bring her back supplies. She didn't want to chance a transformation while in
the presence of others.
    Powerful
fingers crawled up her spine and spread warmth throughout her body. Flustered,
she realized that she still wore her outside clothes and quickly shed them. The
warmth didn't leave with her clothes. Lush tingles of delight washed over her
breasts, and she crossed her arms.
    She
was not a stranger to her own desires, but nothing about this day should have
had her craving a private moment on her bed with Mr. Finger. She glared down at
her clothes sprinkled on the kitchen floor. Somewhere between the fight outside
and inviting the lynx inside her house, she lost control.
    "I'm
dressed and sitting on the couch, Aningan."
    The
idea of meeting the first person who claimed to live with the same affliction
she did made her anxious and nervous. She glanced down at the clothes she was
still wearing and groaned. She stood in a pair of white long johns with tiny
pink flowers and an oversize T-shirt with the logo "Bears do it in the
woods" that used to belong to her father.
    She
ran her hands through her hair, trying to remember if she had brushed the usual
rat's nest that she woke up with each morning before heading out and doing
morning chores. Feeling self-conscious, she licked her lips and ran her hands
down the front of her shirt to try to stretch it farther down to cover more of
her legs.
    "Come
on out. It does not matter what you have on. When I'm near you, I sense every
curve of your body, your scent, your moods. I know you inside and out like I
know my own body. Anything that you wear will please me."
    "Ugh,
I'm not worried about what you'll think of me." She sighed and muttered, "Pig."
    She
stepped out of the kitchen.
    That
was as far as she walked. Rooted to one spot, mouth open, she stared. Whatever
she expected was not what sat on the couch.
    Dark-skinned,
he resembled the Inuit people of the area. His hair hung past his shoulders in
one full, thick length. The corners of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile, and
his eyes…his eyes shone darker than the Alaskan sky in the wintertime and
danced with amusement.
    "Come,
sit down. We will talk." He hadn't put on the sweatshirt she left out for
him, but he did put on the sweatpants. His bare feet even brought an
uncomfortable…no, an unsettling sensation to her lower stomach.
    "Breathe.
Nothing is going to happen. I