Page 7 of Touched By Moonlight

Nathan drew close to me, enough for me to scent the beer on his breath. “On yourknees.”

My magick tingled, itched to show this asshole a lesson. Help the other women he probably bullied and assaulted. I told Nathan to do something anatomically impossible, and ducked under his arm. He went to grab me, but someone body slammed him against the opposite wall. Nathan’s dick went from happy toshriveled.

“The lady said no.” Grayson’s voice was a deep rumble as he fisted his hands in Nathan’s shirt and lifted him. “No means no. Apologize toSienna.”

The beta stammered out anapology.

I put a hand on Grayson’s arm. “Easy, big guy. He’s just another drunk customer. Didn’t mean anything byit.”

The alpha lowered Nathan by his lapels, patted his cheek. “Getout.”

Seldom had I ever seen a shifter run so fast. Nathan was out the door before you could say “buhbye.”

Blowing out a breath, Grayson scowled. “You should have an escort to the restroom. Lowlife shifters like Nathan are predators who lie in wait for women and take advantage ofthem.”

“I can take care of myself.” I went to push past him, but his arm shot out, blocking myway.

“You smell so damn good.” He took a long drag ofair.

“It’s called Eau de JackDaniels.”

Grayson’s interest unnerved me. Not because it was unwanted, like Nathan’s, but because he made me itch and burn withneed.

“I mean it. Beneath all the beer, liquor and scents of this place, you smell like cedar and freshly mowed grass.” Grayson’s nostrils flared. “Irresistible.”

I lifted my face and licked my lips. Stared at his mouth with longing I knew I could not disguise. One kiss wouldn’t hurt. Just one. It had been solong.

“I hear werewolves are good in bed,” I murmured. “But once they kiss you, you never want anyone else. Guess it’s amyth.”

A growl rose from histhroat.

“Ornot.”

I’d tempted the beast and unlatched the lock on the cage. Still he hovered, a breath away, his gaze dark, almost pleading. Fascinated by his tight control, I touched his cheek, running my fingers over the slight bristles on hisface.

A familiar quickening filled me, as if I had done this before. But Grayson and I had never touched, not like this. Yet I knew him, knew this feeling, as if he had sank into my mind, and my body, and knew meintimately.

Could he be the werewolf who had rescued me in the forest when I was a child, and later, pleasured me in my sleep, making me writhe and clutch the sheets as I climaxed from his tenderministrations?

Grayson pulled away, searching my gaze. “I never go where I’m not wanted,Sienna.”

I touched his chest, feeling muscle and sinew beneath my trembling fingers. “Who says you’re notwanted?”

I added in a low whisper, “Kissme.”

With another low growl, his mouth met mine in a hard, swift claim of possession. Heat flared in my body, the primitive desire flaming the powers I desperately leashed. I leaned into the kiss, my tongue stroking his as he cupped the back of my head, holding me still for his possession, the way a male wolf will grip a female in throes ofmating.

I’d been kissed by others before. This was different. A desperation lingered beneath his mouth, intent mingling with pure male need. Grayson kissed me as if we were in a bedroom, not the hallway, and planned to rip off my clothing, tumble me backwards onto bed and drive deep insideme.

This seemed eerily familiar, as if we’d kissed this way before. I needed more. Cravedmore.

I fisted my hands in the lapels of his jacket, drawing him closer. I wanted to crawl inside him, feel all that glorious male power and muscle stroking deep inside my body. Rubbing against him, I tried to satisfy this need that flamed, crowding out all else – common sense, thought.Reason.

He pulled away, his gaze dark as pitch. “No.” Grayson’s voice turned guttural. “Not here. You deserve better. Silk sheets, a soft bed, hours of long loving, Sienna. Notthis.”

Panting, I stepped away, trying to force myself back to Planet Earth.Fool!

Grayson cupped my cheek. “Youokay?”