Jace (River Pack Wolves 2)(3)

Jace opened his mouth to call for help—he had a house full of shifters who could actually shift and chase this asshole kid down if he got loose—but Jace’s words were cut off when the wolf shifted back to human.

This was no kid.

A naked girl—no, she was very much a woman—was suddenly in his arms, struggling against his hold. He huffed out surprise, but before he could let her loose, she squirmed around so her very ample breasts were now pressed against his bare chest. Then she grabbed the back of his head in both hands… and kissed him.

The man in him froze in shock, but his beast nearly burst out of his skin. While Jace struggled to hold back his wolf, his very human mouth responded automatically to the hot demands of her tongue. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and his cock sprang to life, pressing hard against the naked heat of her body. It took him a full two seconds to make sure his wolf was under control—then he regained control over his human body as well, wrenching his mouth away from hers and grabbing hold of her shoulders to shove her away.

With her legs locked around him, she didn’t go far.

“What the fuck?” Jace gasped out the words, breathing hard. The woman in his arms was gorgeous—twenty-five-ish, creamy white skin, black hair spilling down to her heaving breasts, which were large and perfectly round with nipples puckered so tight they made his mouth water. She didn’t say anything, just stared at him with wide eyes, dark as midnight—her lips were slightly swollen and red from their wild kiss.

If you could even call it a kiss. More like an assault. Who was this girl?

She blinked, as if she was stunned too—then she shoved away from him.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Jace scrambled after her. He caught her by the ankle before she could get to her feet, then he tugged her off-balance. He cushioned her fall but then twisted to pin her, hands above her head, flat on the cool stone tiling of his mom’s kitchen floor. He’d somehow managed to straddle her in the process.

She locked gazes with him for an intense moment, then her eyes raked down his chest and landed on his rock-hard erection, which was tenting out his sleep pajamas

She flicked her gaze back up and gave him a crooked smile. “I guess you’re the kind who likes it rough.”

What in the actual fuck? “I’m the kind who doesn’t like people breaking into his house.” His voice was still breathy from the fight.

“Your house?” Her voice was amazingly calm for being naked under a stranger. “Are you one of the River brothers, then?”

He squinted at her. “Who the hell are you?”

She glanced up at his hands pinning her wrists to the floor, then smirked at him again. “Are we going to do this interrogation naked? If so, might be more fun if you lose those adorable sleep pants.”

His mouth fell open. This girl had more brass than most generals he knew. “If I let you up, are you going to run? Because I have an entire house full of shifters who would be happy to hunt you down.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I let you catch me, didn’t I?”

“Let me—” The wolf in him growled, and he didn’t like how she was getting a rise out of more than just his cock, which was embarrassing enough. He released her wrists and shoved off her. As she slowly got up from the floor, he ground out, “You left your clothes by the front door. But if you run for it, I’m not going to be so nice next time.”

She threw a flirtatious smile over her shoulder. “Promises, promises.”

Her hips swayed as she took her time strolling from the kitchen toward the front. He followed close behind, in case she decided to bolt after all. He was pissed—full-on angry at this girl and her attitude and the fact that she had broken into the safehouse with zero obvious remorse or concern—but damn, that walk was doing things to his cock.

The moonlight kissed her pale skin as she stepped across the great room, no big hurry, and when she bent over to pick up her clothes—holy fuck. He knew she was putting herself on display on purpose, trying to manipulate her way out of this with promises of sex… but the wolf inside him was stirring, and that made Jace’s heart pound with fear more than lust.

This girl was dangerous to him—in a way human girls never were. Which was precisely why his preferred mode of sexual release was a quick hookup with a human female in a smoke-filled bar in the city. Or more often, his own hand and a hot fantasy about claiming a mate… something that would never happen in reality. But he never tangled with female shifters, even if they were just looking for fun and not actually shopping for a mate. He couldn’t take the chance. But he also couldn’t look away from the show this shifter girl was putting on—every movement was a sensuous tease. She made slipping on jeans hotter than ripping them off. Which was exactly what his cock was twitching for, in spite of the rock-solid knowledge that it wasn't going to happen.