Wanted: Devils Point Wolves #3 (Mating Season Collection) Read Free Page B

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    “What do you want, Romeo?” she asked, not caring if he didn’t like her use of a nickname. She had a feeling it suited him. No man looked as delicious as he did without earning a certain reputation with the ladies. Men like him inspired women to fall at his feet and give him the world. And apparently she was included in that list because she had half a mind to give him anything he asked for.
    His breath brushed her ear as she waited for him to tell her what he wanted. The short whiskers of his neatly trimmed beard tickled her when they rubbed against her. Or maybe it was she who was swaying toward him. It was impossible to think straight with him in her personal space, invading her with his decadence.  
    Maybe it was a good thing her hands were tied otherwise she might be tempted to sink them into his hair and pull him forward until his lips touched her again.  
    “Tell me your name, beautiful. That’s all I need for now.”
    Allison jerked at the soft-spoken request. His earlier hints of control and demand all but disappeared. Her head spun.  
    He only wanted her name?
    Her name...  
    What did it matter? She was a nobody. In the hierarchy of their organization she didn’t even register. She couldn’t be traded for anything of value because no one would care if she disappeared tomorrow. Yet, somehow giving it up to him felt powerful.  
    “Allison Fox,” she whispered, so quiet he shouldn’t have heard her.  
    But he did.
    “Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Welcome to Devils Point, Allison.” The reverence in his voice stunned her. She almost melted on the spot.  
    She also didn’t understand why he kept calling her beautiful. Maybe on a good day people would describe her as cute, but at the moment she was a big sweaty, dirty mess who smelled every bit as bad as she looked. But he called her beautiful.  
    She smiled, turning away from him and melted more than a little in her chair.
    He on the other hand, moved behind her and fulfilled his promise. He untied her hands and even rubbed away some of the stiffness of her joints and arms from holding them behind her back for so long.  
    Sitting back against the chair she brought her hands in front and finished rubbing them down. “So what now? You letting me go?”
    “Not quite. You’re going to have to be my guest a bit longer. At least until I’m satisfied with your reasons for being here and what you plan to do next. I can’t have a hunter running free on the island.”
    She contemplated what to tell him. Obviously she’d have to share something or he was going to continue wasting her time. “I’m searching for a wolf, but I doubt he’s one of yours. Although someone here must be harboring him since I briefly spotted him here a couple of weeks back and nothing since.”
    She could tell by the swing of his head and the slight narrowing of his eyes that he knew exactly what wolf she referred to.
    “That was you out by the bridge, wasn’t it?” he asked. “The gunshot that scared the wolf away from Faith.”
    “Whose Faith?” She deflected his question with a question. She’d need more details before she gave him any more information.
    “Pretty blonde, green mini cooper. Wolf bit her wrist a couple of weeks back. Mysterious gunshot scared him off before he could do worse.”
    “Girl okay?” The idea of her brother turning wolf and killing innocents churned in her stomach. Almost as much as the idea of what she’d have to do to him if she found out he was indeed taking life or making other wolves.  
    “She’s fine, thanks to the mate bond she shares with my brother. Easily could have went south if not for that.”
    “Mate bond?”
    He nodded. “Normally I wouldn’t tell you more, but in this case, knowing how dangerous a wolf bite can be, I think I have to make an exception. A mate bond is what happens between a shifter and the person he’s in love with. Or in the case of fated mates, the special person