Taming Kiera (Therian Agents Book 3) Read Free

been injected with the drug that had transformed her into a lion, yet only five days since she’d been changed back into human form–but she wasn’t human, not anymore.
    Fresh anxiety tightened her throat. She wanted nothing more than to go home, to go back to the way things were before the world tipped off its axis. But she still hadn’t learned to control her animal, at least not without the help of drugs. When she wasn’t sedated she could feel the lion scratching to get out, and it scared the hell out of her.
    What if she shifted again and got trapped in animal form?
    Jacob and the woman continued to argue in hushed tones.
    Kiera’s newfound animal senses allowed her to pick up every word, every inflection. It was like being hyperaware of everything. Her sight and hearing were sharpened. She could smell things she never knew had scents. Food tasted different, the flavors more intense. Her skin seemed to buzz with electricity, with a heightened awareness of even the softest touch.
    Even more alarming, her body ached, constantly, with pent-up sexual need. A need that centered on the man who never left her side.
    It wasn’t her fault. Long, powerful legs, massive shoulders, strong, muscular physique. The man was built.
    She clenched her legs together at the growing heat between her legs. She needed release, but there was no way she was going to get it while Jacob and his crew kept a twenty-four hour surveillance on her.
    The dark-haired woman tilted her chin and pushed her glasses back up her nose. “I’m letting the Council know you’re going against my judgement. If anything happens–”
    “I know.” Jacob shoved his hands in his dark slacks. A muscle twitched on his jaw. “She’s my responsibility.”
    His Responsibility? A silent growl rumbled at the back of her throat. She was no one’s responsibility but her own.
    The woman gave a curt nod and left through the sliding glass door.
    “You can stop pretending to be asleep.” Jacob breathed out heavily, then turned and met her gaze.
    “I wasn’t pretending,” she lied.
    He snorted.
    She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The room swayed and she had to grip the edge of the gurney to keep from toppling forward. Jacob took a step as if to catch her, but she lifted her hand to stop him.
    “I’m fine.”
    When she inhaled deeply, multiple scents slammed into her brain like a kaleidoscope of fragrances. Lemon scented antiseptic wash mixed with the woman’s lingering perfume, but it was Jacob’s rich, masculine scent–earthy, with a hint of spice–that sent a tingle of warmth through her body.
    Stupid heightened animal senses. They were playing havoc with her hormones.
    Sure, he was good-looking. Like the sculptures she studied during her tour of Greece. Every line symmetrical, flawless, but there was no depth behind the marble exterior.
    No passion.
    He was the opposite of everything she was, everything she strived to be. What was life without excitement, without fire?
    Jacob watched her with a strained, careful expression. His full lips were drawn tight, the edges pulled down. Did the man ever smile?
    “So…” She pulled the elastic from her braid and started combing her fingers through the thick, dark tangles. “You’re letting me go home?”
    Uncertainty flashed behind his eyes, and for a second he almost looked vulnerable, then it was gone. He squared his shoulders and narrowed his gaze, his expression even more severe than it had been moments before.
    “Yes, but there are some conditions.” He stepped closer to the bed, his movements rigid and controlled.
    “What kind of conditions?” She squinted up at him and pursed her lips.
    “I’ve talked with your sister and we both agree you need to be around other metamorphs while you learn to control your animal.”
    He’d spoken to Riley about her? She frowned. Her sister had come to visit several times since she’d regained consciousness, but Kiera couldn’t shake the