Taming Kiera (Therian Agents Book 3) Read Free Page B

shrugged the shirt over her head and reached for the jeans.
    “If we’re going to be living together, you have to get used to seeing me naked. I’m not an exhibitionist, but I do believe in–”
    “Enough.” He moved so quickly she barely had time to react. He stood above her, his breathing hard, labored, so close she could feel the heat of his body, feel the tickle of his breath against her lips. “I don’t play games. That’s my rule. I’ll help you, but that’s all this is. Understand?”
    The intensity of his gaze made her knees weaken. She breathed in the scent of him. Strong. Powerful. Masculine. Desire shot through her veins like liquid fire. Damn that she didn’t have the same effect on him.
    “Yes,” she whispered, her voice breathless.
    “Good.” He shook his head and glanced up at the small camera on the ceiling. “Finish getting dressed and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”
    When he stormed out of the room, her lion stirred. She managed to contain it, but it was as if the animal spoke to her. One word growled from the deepest part of her soul– mine .
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    The SUV pulled down a long stone driveway and came to a stop in front of an old Victorian-style house. Kiera turned to Jacob with her mouth hanging open.
    “What?” he asked, his brows drawn down.
    “You live here?” Kiera didn’t know what she’d expected, but the immaculate three story house and landscaped yard wasn’t it. It even had a large wraparound porch with a hanging swing.
    “Yes.” He opened the vehicle door and got out, stretching his long legs.
    “Alone?” She grabbed her small duffle bag and followed him up the cobblestone walkway.
    The corners of his lips lifted slightly. “Not anymore.”
    “Right,” she muttered.
    “Riley and Turner are bringing your things over.” Jacob punched in a series of numbers on a high tech scanner that looked completely out of place beside the antique, stained-glass door. “I’ll show you to your room. You can rest until they come.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I’ve had enough rest. And you agreed to not treat me like a child.”
    “I didn’t mean…” He shook his head and sighed. “Point taken.” The scanner beeped and the door clicked open. Jacob motioned for her to enter, his expression strained. “The house is yours while you’re here. Do as you please.”
    What should have felt like a small victory, only seemed to increase the tension between them. But as soon as she walked through the front door, all thoughts of Jacob and his moods disappeared.
    “Wow,” she breathed out.
    The foyer had been renovated to capture both the original wood and stone details, mixed with modern accents that made the room look like something on the cover of House & Homes .
    “You like it?”
    “It’s gorgeous.”
    He smiled. Not just any smile, but one that lit up his whole face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. Their gazes locked and Kiera’s breath caught in her throat. Holy hell the man was good looking.
    He blinked and his expression hardened again.
    “Stop.” His command came out in a harsh whoosh.
    She thought he yelled at her, until she heard the thunderous footsteps approaching from behind at lightning speed. Even though she knew it was coming, she barely had time to brace for the impact. One second she was standing, the next she was lying flat on the floor, mauled by a wet, slobbering, pink tongue. She put her hands up to cover her face, and tried to push the matted, gray-furred beast away.
    “Balor, heel.” Jacob’s voice boomed above her.
    The dog obeyed, sitting, its huge tongue hanging from the side of its mouth, large tail thumping against the hardwood floor.
    “Sorry about that.” Jacob looked mortified as he held out his hand and helped her stand. “We don’t have a lot of guests.”
    “What is it?” She wiped the wet slobber off her face and stared at the goliath-sized dog.
    “An Irish Wolfhound.” Jacob scratched behind the