Not bothering to knock, Ava opened the door to her brother’s house, knowing it would be open as nobody bothered to lock their houses in this town. What thief would get away with stealing from a werewolf?
All the windows were covered and the house was eerily quiet. She shivered, hoping she wouldn’t come upon the same sight she had the other day. Sure enough, she found Arden sitting in his lounge room staring at nothing. He hadn’t shaved or showered since the last time Ava had been there about two days ago. For some reason she seemed to be the only one who could get Arden to shower and eat.
Ava almost jumped out of her skin when Arden came alive growling, “Why the fuck won’t you all leave me alone?” He threw a bottle of beer at the wall.
She glared at him. “That really wasn’t necessary. You have made it perfectly clear you don’t want our hel—”
Arden roared. “When Faith left Kane you all left him alone. Why the hell am I different?”
Sick of the same argument, she waited until she was sure he had finished. “Are you done with your tantrum now? Can I talk without you interrupting me?”
He snarled at her and she took that as a yes.
“For one, Kane didn’t go out every night fighting demons, trying to get killed. Two, when Faith left Kane it was only for a week, and we all knew where she was bar Kane. Thirdly, I like you the best, so get your ass off the lounge and shower and shave, because you stink. Once you get out, I’m going to watch you eat the pasta I’m about to make.”
He glared at her. His brown eyes flashed and she could see him and his wolf battling. He growled, lunging for her.
Sighing, she sidestepped and kicked him hard in his bottom. “I’m not in the mood to kick your arse today in order to get you to do what I want you to do.”
Arden let out a pain filled moan, got up, and walked to the shower. She waited until she heard the shower running before she went off to make dinner.
* * * *
Logan sat in the bar looking around at the women again and tried not to think of his sister’s odd behavior tonight. When they weren’t fighting demons and minions, she kept sneaking funny glances at him, and when they’d called it a night she’d given him a hug telling him, “I knew you would come around.” What the hell did she mean she knew he’d come around? Women, they were so confusing.
A sexy blonde strolled over to him, fawning over him to introduce herself. “Hi, I’m Britney.”
His gaze traveled over the hot woman with long blonde hair, brown eyes, and breasts that looked like they were about to fall out of her dress. He mentally rubbed his hands together as he stared at her pouting lips. She was just his type.
Holding out his hand, he smiled as she took it, shaking it slowly. “I’m Logan. Can I buy you a drink?”
She nodded and her hand left his and trailed up his arm. “What do you do, Logan? You look and feel very muscular.”
He tried not to roll his eyes as what she did and said felt like the same old thing. She plastered herself against him.
Concentrating on the feel of her against him, he groaned when little Logan and the rest of his body stayed flat and unaffected. “You have got to be kidding me. I have been hard all afternoon, even when I was fighting, and now that I have a gorgeous woman against me you go soft?” Realizing he’d said his thoughts out loud, he clenched his fists and bit his tongue.
Britney raised her eyebrows muttering, “Is something wrong? How about we go back to my place and I’ll fix all your problems.”
Groaning when his body didn’t even react to her blatant words, he apologized to the woman and excused himself.
Crap, what the hell was wrong with him? Walking outside to his car, he thought about his day, and as soon as his thoughts came to Ava he became hard as a rock again, his little Logan a big guy once again.
Not willing to give up, he drove to another bar.
* * * *
Logan drove into the barracks as dawn came over the horizon. The werewolf had cursed him. He’d been to three more clubs and each time found a woman, only for his body not to respond. At the last pub he had deliberately chosen a dark-haired, tall woman, and tried to imagine it was Ava, but as soon as the woman touched him his erection went south.
Punching his dashboard, he told himself he was even more determined not to have Ava, as the werewolf must have put some sort of spell or curse on him. Logan wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of letting her win. He was going to find a human woman whom he could have sex with even if it took him forever.
Chapter 2
Lying in the bath, Ava tried to relax after the longest two weeks of her life. Logan avoided her, so much so that if he saw her coming down the hall he would turn and walk in the opposite direction. Although, she’d done the same to him. It was fine for the first few days, but now…tension was high and she had no way to release it.