Go Fetch ! (2 page)

“I see it in your eyes,” she continued. “You’re all wolf. But there’s something more. Something…” She stared up at him and it felt like she was walking around his backyard, examining his chained wolf, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Actually, he thought he’d locked that gate.

She nodded. “You’re more like your name. A Viking. But you know what, Viking? I’m not some British Isles for you to conquer. So go find yourself some nice wafer-thin girl who’ll happily buy your bullshit. Whose heart you can break without a seconds thought. I’m off limits.”

She stepped away from him but he couldn’t stop staring at her. He’d never wanted anyone more in his life. Suddenly one night between those thighs just didn’t seem enough.

“Miki?”

She looked at him, one eyebrow raised. A small smile slid across her beautiful lips. She was enjoying herself. “
Conall
?” He stepped up to her and was impressed she didn’t back away. “I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Oh, yeah? What exactly?”

“That you’re absolutely right.”

“Am I now?”

“Yeah.”
Conall
slid his hand behind the back of her neck and leaned down so that their faces were close. “I ain’t no teddy bear.”

He snatched her to him, lifting her completely off the ground. Then he kissed her. The kind of kiss he’d wanted to give her since he first saw her. A raw, brutal kiss that, to his surprise, she returned. Her mouth opened and his tongue slipped in past her lips. She gave a moan that felt like nails ripping across the flesh on his back and made him so hard that his cock hurt. His hands on her waist held her body flat against him. He made sure that his erection pressed into her, as his tongue stroked hers and he felt her warm hand through his T-shirt. But when her fingers clutched the fabric, trying to pull him even closer, he knew he had to have this woman.

He finally released her, lowering her back to the ground, but he kept his hand possessively on the nape of her neck and his forehead pressed against hers. He had to bend down to reach her, but he didn’t care. Especially when all he wanted to do was rip her clothes off, flip her on her stomach, and mount her. He wanted to fuck her until they both screamed.

“Take me home, Miki.” He was so desperate for her he could barely see.

She was panting and if her heart were to beat any faster, it would come out of her chest. He knew she wanted him. He could smell it.

Miki pulled her head back and looked him in the eye. She smiled. Not a forced one that he’d seen her give others. A real smile. Warm and all his.

“Not on your life.” She pulled herself from his arms and headed back to the rave without a backward glance. “Goodbye, Viking. Have a good life.”

His cock was rock hard and he could still feel every place she’d touched him. He stood up to his full height and fought the urge to snatch her out of the rave and back to the closest hotel.

He heard a low growl, and turned to see the full-blood wolf in a copse of trees near by. He, too, was watching Miki.

“Back off,”
Conall
growled, causing the beta wolf to slowly back away. He returned his gaze to that fine ass moving through the crowd. He grinned as he felt his canines extend. “This one’s mine.”

Chap
ter One

Six months later
…

Miki’s eyes snapped open and she realized that she already had her hand around the shotgun she kept against her nightstand. She sat up, the gun still in her grasp. She had to shake her head to bring herself back to this reality. She didn’t sleep. Not much anyway. But on those few times that she actually did get some sleep, it was a
helluva
thing to actually wake her up. Especially lately. She’d been having these intense dreams… she shook her head. She couldn’t go down that road right now; she needed to focus.

She could hear crunching sounds coming from the front of her house. Well, Sara’s house really. She’d rented it to Miki for practically nothing.

Miki slid out of bed in her T-shirt and sweatpants and steadied the weapon in both hands. She silently slipped from room to room, checking every corner as she went. Finally, she arrived at the front door. Taking a deep breath, she snatched it open and aimed.

“Howdy, Miki.”

Miki lowered her gun. “
Dammit
, Eddie! What the hell are you doing here?”

Deputy Eddie
Fogle
continued to eat his chocolate-covered peanuts and seemed oblivious to the fact that Miki was damn good and ready to blow his head off. “Just
watchin
’ out for
ya
,
darlin
’.”
Smooth-talking bastard
. The man was leaning back against her porch railing, his incredibly long legs stretched out in front of him. She briefly wondered if he had to have his cowboy boots specially made. His feet were enormous.

“Did
Marrec
send you here?”
Marrec
had become like a mother hen since they’d kicked Pride ass six months ago. He was constantly checking up on Miki and Angelina. Not that she didn’t appreciate it, but sitting out on her front stoop in the middle of the night seemed a little excessive.

“We just want you to be safe.”

“Well, that’s sweet and all…”

“You know, Miki,” he cut in smoothly, “I’m so glad you’re getting out of town for a bit. You deserve it. But I hope you won’t be involving yourself with those Seattle city folk like before. I’d really hate it if you upset Sara and Angelina or shame everybody in town. Again.”

Miki shut her eyes in exasperation. Boy, Feds drag you out of Advanced Trig in handcuffs just once and some people just never let you forget it. Besides, hadn’t she already paid her debt to society? And exactly how long had the man been out here? She’d talked to her buddy Craig over five hours ago.

They’d planned on meeting at a bar when she hit town and depending on her mood, maybe going to one of Craig’s infamous house parties. Craig had hinted at maybe getting back into the Game, but she’d told him no flat out.
Damn wolves with their damn wolf hearing
. Well, it didn’t matter. Her days of risking federal prison were long over. She had bigger plans. So it didn’t really matter what
Fogle
heard.

“My only plans are to help my friend celebrate her twenty-ninth and to become
Doctor
Kendrick, PhD.”

“Good. Good. That’s really nice to hear.” Miki watched him for several moments. She sighed, “You’re not going anywhere, are you?”

“Not tonight. No. Some strange activity in town. But if it makes you feel better we’re also watching Angelina’s house.”

“It doesn’t,” she responded flatly. Eddie chuckled. “When you see Sara, could you give her my love?

“Of course.”

“I sure do hope those Magnus boys are being good to her. Not sure about that Zach Sheridan
fella
.” Miki fought the urge to roll her eyes. They’d all babied Sara. Of course, she now knew why. Sara had been one of them. Not of their Pack but a
shapeshifter
like, it turned out, most of her town. Apparently, she and Angelina were two of the few non-shifting humans within a one-hundred-mile radius. “And we sure do miss her ‘round here.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Well then, it’s about time you got that pretty little ass of yours over there, huh?”

“I haven’t been avoiding her,
Fogle
. I’ve been working on my dissertation. And she understands that.” They were all like a bunch of old women. Chastising her. She could practically see them shaking their collective paw at her. “I didn’t think you were avoiding Sara… maybe that other
fella
, though.”

“Who? Zach?” She snorted. “I’d rip his balls off and wear them as a necklace.”

“Nah, not him. The other one. The bear.
Conall
, I think his name is.”

“Oh give me a
fuckin
’ break.”

“Uh-huh.” Eddie looked back at her with those wolf eyes that reflected light just like a dog’s.

“Did you know you moan
Conall’s
name in your sleep?” The man couldn’t have startled her more if he’d punched her in the stomach. She didn’t have an answer, so she stepped back into her house and slammed the door. It didn’t help that she could still hear his laughter through the thick wood.

She put her free hand to her face to rub her eyes in exasperation, but she smelled her scent on her fingers again.
Dammit
. She was masturbating in her sleep again. Masturbating to
Conall
.
Well this is spiraling out of control
.

***

Conall
Víga-Feilan
, direct descendent of the Viking Overlord Sven
Víga-Feilan
and the
Víga-Feilan
Pack, dropped face down onto his bed. He was still wet from his third cold shower of the night.
Well this is spiraling out of control
. How could one woman completely dominate his thoughts for six
freakin
’ months? He hadn’t masturbated this much since junior high.

But, Miki wasn’t just some woman. She was the meanest woman he knew. And her meanness talked to him on a level he never experienced before. She brought out the wolf in him, which he’d learned to control a long time ago. But just thinking about her made his cock hard and his canines grow.

His whole life he’d had to accept the fact that he wasn’t like the other
Víga-Feilans
. His father had been too nice. Loved his Irish female too much. His uncle and grandfather had made his father’s life a living hell while he lived with the
Víga-Feilan
Pack. It wasn’t until he met Bruce
Morrighan
that everything changed. Bruce had introduced him to the Magnus Pack. They had a lot of members and they were always looking for new ones. Jarl
Víga-Feilan
took his wife and newborn son and left the
Víga-Feilan
Pack. Since then, they’d been trying their best to get
Conall
to return to the fold. To become one of them. His cousin,
Einarr
, was especially determined to see him return. But there was no way he’d leave the Pack. Especially not now.

And not just because the Pack needed him during this time of war. Or that Pack life really rocked with Zach and Sara in charge. He wasn’t leaving because Sara’s best friend was the woman of his dreams. A mean, sassy Texan with the sweetest smile he’d ever seen on a woman. He loved that smile. Loved to think about what that beautiful mouth could do to him.

Conall
growled. Wrong thought. He shouldn’t have gone there. He stood up and headed back to his shower when a knock on his door stopped him.

“Yeah?”

Jake stuck his head in. “I smelled something on our property. But it wasn’t Pride.”

Conall
frowned. “Are you sure?”

“It was different. But nothing I recognized.”

Conall
groaned. That had to be the same damn scent from the night of the rave. The scent he couldn’t remember for the life of him. The whole thing was making him insane.

“Anybody else up?”

“Jim and Kelly.”

“Get ‘
em
. Bring ‘
em
out with you. Kill anything that isn’t one of us.”

“You got it.”

“And Jake? Don’t hit on Kelly. She’ll crush your windpipe and suck the marrow from your bones.” Jake looked so disappointed that
Conall
almost felt bad for him. But not really. Once Jake was gone,
Conall
stood in the middle of his bedroom wondering why he was standing in the middle of his bedroom. Then he remembered Miki. Well, Miki and oral sex. With a sigh, he started off again to the bathroom. Zach was going to kill him when the water bill came.

***

“So is
Conall
picking you up at the airport?” Miki’s hands balled into fists over her keyboard and her teeth clenched together. How many times were Sara and Angelina going to mention that man? It was bad enough she couldn’t forget him. Bad enough that she was jacking off to him in her sleep. The hardest thing she’d ever had to do was walk away from him that night at the rave. But she knew what guys like him could do. Guys with innocent smiles and all the right words. They came into your life, turned it completely upside down, and then left you. Alone, pregnant, and bitter. At least that was how it worked for her mother.

“If you mention that motherfucker one more, goddamn time I am going to kick your ass all over this
fuckin
’ airport.” Angelina calmly stared at her over her Sour Apple Martini. “Hmm. Those sound like the tense cuss words of a woman that needs to get laid.” Miki snarled. She seemed to do that a lot around Angelina these days. Mostly because she wouldn’t stop mentioning “Sweet, adorable
Conall
.”

How anyone could think that man was sweet was beyond her. Not with those eyes of his. Those beautiful blue eyes that were anything but innocent. The man was a marauder. A conqueror. And he was looking at Miki like unclaimed territory in ancient China.

“We’re not having this discussion again.”

“Okay. Fine.” Angelina was silent. For about fifteen seconds. “But you do know that a vibrator can’t really be your boyfriend.”