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"Everyone knows silver and olves do not mix," he said

"Everyone?"

"Everyone around here"

I fidgeted, uncertain what to do or say next

"You have more questions Ask"

"Is your faed "Some say we are"

"Was your ancestor cursed to run as a wolf under the crescent moon?"

Adam’s blue eyes, the eyes of the wolf infrom reality, met mine

"No," he answered

I tried to deterht have shared more with this man than I’d shared with any other except my husband, but I didn’t know him I couldn’t trust him

"Ruelle means famous wolf," I blurted

"Just like Diana oddess" He tilted his head, and his hair slid across one eye "Maybe I should wonder about you and de silver, hmm?"

He picked up the knife, and a nicker of fear raced throughdown?

"Come here" He beckoned with the blade

I shook my head and backed away

"Never run, cher Wolves like to chase"

"This isn’t funny, Ada Neither was I But ere both brea pretty hard A lot of eye contact Stalk Retreat

My shoulders hit the wall His lips lifted just a little

I wasn’t sure if I was scared spitless or aroused beyond redeme with his erection I couldn’t led, but that only hting against him When I stilled, so did he

"Don’t" I whispered

His gaze on ainst the tank top I’d worn to offset the heat he lifted his eyes to mine as he lowered the knife to the neck of the shirt

With one deftuselessly from my shoulders as damp ah trickled across my chest My nipples puckered inside my plain white bra

"Don’t what?" hethe cool silver blade to my heated skin

"Stop"

"Is it don’t?" He lifted the knife, careful not to nickthe two A cups together "Or is it stop?"

He was very good with the weapon He’d no doubt had secret coh I doubted he’d ever used a knife in quite this way Then again, irls

I gave a ht of other women, which was foolish This was about sex, not love, and that was hoe both wanted it

I stared into his face, and I saw nothing but a man who desired roundless, my accusations now seemed foolish

"Don’t stop," I said

He flicked the knife and my bra snapped open If I’d had any breasts to speak of, they’d have whapped hi his bare skin, the sensation better than an ice-cream cone in the middle of July Both relief and desire, sweetness and sin

I wrapped ged his mouth to mine

And the knife clattered to the floor