Obsession (28 page)
Authors: Bonnie Vanak
He smoothed back her hair. “I thought I’d never love again.”
“And you did. You have me, for always.”
“You taught me to have hope again, and find forgiveness and mercy. You brought me back to the sunshine.”
She stared solemnly. “And you brought me out of the darkness.”
As he kissed her again, she felt all her love for this Lupine fill her heart. She’d walked alone for too long, thinking she didn’t belong.
And now she knew she had a place in this world, at Raphael’s side. Jessica didn’t know what would happen when they gathered together the scattered members of his lost pack. She wasn’t certain what obstacles or troubles they would face, but it didn’t matter.
Together, they were strong. And together, they’d prevail.
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Excerpt from
PASSION
Copyright © 2015 by Bonnie Vanak
Gray sweatpants slung low on his lean hips, Jake emerged from the bathroom. Steam misted the air, tendrils drifting out and following him. A towel draped over his neck, he was shirtless. Molly stared at his smooth chest, the ridges of muscle rippling down his flat torso. A faint line of hair started at the indentation of his belly button, and dipped below the waistband of his sweats.
Oh wow, she longed to pull them down and see where it led…
Jake stared at her clad in his robe.
His predatory gaze hinted he liked her with his robe wrapped around her, his scent stamped into her skin.
Then he blinked and the look vanished. Jake looked away.
“I need another cold shower,” he muttered.
“Cold shower? You don’t have any hot water?”
His mouth twisted in a wry grin. “You’ll have plenty. I used only cold water.”
As she passed, he gave her a playful swat on the buttocks with his towel.
Molly shrugged out of the robe and stepped into the small shower stall.
Hot water cascaded down her face, and she winced as it hit her still sore shoulder. Luke had been busy with his fists last week. She knew it would get worse if they were mated.
She shampooed her hair using Jake’s bottle of apple green shampoo, lathered, rinsed and shut off the water. After toweling off, she brushed through her wet hair, decided to let it air dry. Then she looked at Jake’s robe.
He’d left clothing for her on the bed—black sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Recently Jake collected an assortment for several pack members he kept as a courtesy for those too tired to conjure clothing after running with the moon. Another generous trait of this silent, kind wolf.
But she opted for his robe. Daring filled her. Molly shrugged into the robe, inhaling his rich, masculine scent embedded into the fabric, and left the bathroom.
A clanging, metallic rattle sounded on the porch as music blared. She recognized the grinding tune of Salt N Pepa. She grabbed a glass, filled it with raspberry tea and went outside.
In one corner was workout equipment. Shirtless, Jake sat on the bench, his calves lifting a bar saddled with weights. Sweat streamed down his temples and he stared straight ahead at the nearby pine trees as he worked out in rhythm to the song. Droplets of sweat glistened in the silky hairs on his chest. Molly’s mouth watered as she watched his biceps move as he lifted a set of hand weights, timing the motion to the leg lifts.
So handsome. And strong. And yet there was a deep core of goodness in this wolf, a gentleness of spirit that contrasted to his male strength. She’d seen him pick up an injured baby bird and cradle it in his calloused hands, hands that had wielded an ax and felled dead trees.
He seemed unaware of her presence so she contented herself to watch, licking her lips as muscle and sinew flexed on his legs. Unlike the males in her pack, Jake was tall. He had the wiry strength of tempered steel.
Finally he lowered the bar with a loud bang and set down the weights. Jake reached for a white towel, wiped his face.
He glanced at her. “Enjoy the show?”
So he had been aware of her. Molly sat in one of the chairs. “Very much. Much better than the bird walks we’ve taken.”
He grinned, wiped his chest and legs and flung the towel aside. Jake picked up a bottle of water from the porch and chugged. Fascinated, she watched his throat muscles work. He wiped his mouth with the back of one hand and set the bottle down.
“Why the music? I thought you liked the peace and quiet.”
“It’s my go-to music. My way of dealing with stuff.”
She understood. “Like when I come here to the park and run in the scrub. Sometimes I like to sit along the riverbank and stare at the water. It helps me deal.”
He nodded. “We all have our own idiosyncrasies. Mine is working out, yours is running in my park and vexing me.”
“Hey!”
Jake grinned again, and the boyish beauty of that facial gesture took her breath away. He was usually serious and when he smiled, her heart raced. She wished she could make him smile more often.
Nostrils flaring, he studied her. “This is a bad idea, Molly. You in my robe.”
With a desultory gesture, she plucked at the fleece. “You don’t like me wearing it?”
“I like it too much.” His nostrils flared further. “You’re not wearing anything underneath.”
She gave a small smile. “No.”
“Damn.” He dragged in a deep breath, as if pulling her scent deep into his lungs. “I like you in my robe a lot. I like my scent stamped all over you. But it’s a bad idea, Molly.”
“Why? Because I’m intended for Luke?”
Jake sat in the chair beside her. “Because I’m a male wolf who hasn’t had sex in in a long time, and you’re temptation on two legs.”
She watched his brown eyes darken. “And what do you want to do about it?”
His breathing quickened and she could hear the rapid thudding of his heart. “What I want to do and what I will do are two separate beasts. I want to haul you over my shoulder, take you inside, fling you on the bed and tear off that robe and kiss you all over, from the top of your pretty red head to the tips of your toes. And then make love to you until you scream my name and lie there, too exhausted and spent to move.”
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OBSESSION
Copyright © 2015 by Bonnie Vanak
ISBN: 978-1-941130-14-8
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