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he suckled the small bud into his mouth.
You taste like honey. His breath wreaked havoc on her as it met her
damp flesh.
She wasn t sure what exactly turned her on more; his words, his
mouth or his fingers. What was it about him that made her lose control
so completely? Never before had talking dirty made her this wet, but then
everything Seth did to her everything he said made her want him
more.
Oh God. The moan escaped her as she felt herself straining, her
muscles tensing when she felt another orgasm approaching.
What would you like, sweetheart? Seth sucked on her swollen bud
once before continuing. What do you want?
I want to feel you, she pleaded. All of you inside of me. Please.
A bizarre connection between a werewolf and a woman reveals the truth
behind a pack s discarded magic lore.
Half Moon Rising
© 2007 Margo Lukas
Available now at Samhain Publishing
Private Investigator CJ Duncan can track a scent better than a
bloodhound. Lately, unsettling visions of a wolf prevent her from doing
her job. She sets out for Seattle to find her unknown birth father, but her
quest leads her instead to a mysterious man who claims to be a
werewolf.
Werewolf Trey Nolan has a secret weakness one which leaves him
powerless to protect his pack from a danger threatening to destroy their
last shred of humanity. When he discovers a way to reclaim his full
powers, he must act even if it means betraying the woman he loves.
Caught up in Trey s struggle to save his pack, CJ discovers that her
special powers come at a much greater cost than she ever imagined.
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They sat in silence.
She watched him as he was lost in thought. Her eyes had adjusted to
the darkness of the tree house enough to see the contours of his face.
The devilish dimple in his chin. The straight nose. The narrow eyes with
their thick eyelashes.
She had seen handsome men before. Even ones with the same
dimpled chins and straight noses.
She had past lovers as handsome as Trey. Bodies as perfect. Lovers
who left her unsatisfied. Left her wanting more.
Trey wasn t like them. He made her heart race and her belly heat. His
scent was different.
He didn t smell like other men. Human men.
Was Trey a werewolf?
Even now, stuck in a wood box like a pair of sardines, she wondered
what having those long legs wrapped around her would feel like. His
large hand on her waist. His long fingers between her legs. Insane or a
werewolf& she wanted him.
CJ inwardly cursed herself.
She was on one of the most important surveillance missions of her
life. Still, she got lost in Trey s scent.
She was being an idiot.
After the second elbow to her ribs, CJ wanted him gone. Not only for
her body s comfort, but also for her peace of mind. Go wait in the Jeep. I
can watch for Mario and make sure he leaves by the alley.
No, he d smell you. He d run again.
Mario did have her ability. So this strong sense of smell is a
dominant trait in my family. Does my dad have it, too? She waited for
Trey to give her a clue about her old man.
He scrunched his eyebrows and snorted. Of course he does,
they& we all have it. It s a werewolf thing.
The werewolves. Again. CJ s tolerance for his fairytale was at its end.
So he smelled a little off. There had to be a rational reason for his
strange scent. CJ had dealt with real monsters. They weren t werewolves.
They were sick, perverted human beings.
She had to call his bluff. See if this story was insanity or his sick
sense of humor. Okay, I ve decided. You re really a werewolf? Show me
some proof.
Calling his bluff should make him sweat. She analyzed the smells
floating across the night air.
Nothing. No anxiety spike. No salty sweat thread. Just like in the
office.
I told you. You re not going to catch me lying with your nose. He
actually sounded annoyed with her.
The nerve of him. She wasn t the one talking nonsense. She glanced
past Trey at the night sky. A half moon peeked out in the gray suburban
night. Let me guess, no full moon, right?
Trey crossed his arms and bored into her with his glowing gold eyes.
Actually, the moon has nothing to do with shape-shifting. If it once
meant something to us, we ve forgotten.
Forgotten? Doesn t seem a proper werewolf thing to do. She
couldn t keep the sarcasm out of her voice. This stuff just couldn t be
true. He was too damn normal. He had to be pulling some kind of twisted
joke on her.
Trey s tongue came out and licked his full lower lip. He looked out the
window, his brows furrowed in thought.
CJ s heart skipped a beat when he turned his stare on her.
With a surprising speed, his face came down inches away from hers.
As for a proper werewolf thing to do, I could change form for you, but
Trey paused and spoke the words over her lips the space is fairly
cramped. Plus, I d have to get naked first. I think it s too early in our
relationship for that step, don t you?
She stopped listening after the word naked fell from his lips.
CJ couldn t answer him. She was too overwhelmed by his breath
pouring over her face. Her resistance to his smell seeped away in his
moist warm essence. She wanted to be in it, touch it, though it had no
form. Lick it up and take it into her body. Her womb ached in physical
pain from the desire she felt, even if he was a lunatic.
She couldn t take his scent, but she could take him.
CJ was never coy with men. Since they usually turned out to be
disappointments, she had found it better to get her sexual curiosity out
of the way.
How could Trey be different? His scent was new, but take that oddity
away and he was still just a man. A distraction.
In one awkward movement, she tumbled over him until she straddled
his legs, pinning his shoulders to the rough board wall of the tree house.
Her breasts pressed flat against his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Trey s brows arched in surprise, but she gave him no chance to ruin
this moment with any more talk of werewolves.
She pressed his lips hard with her own. Digging her fingers around
his solid shoulders she ground against his jeans, the rigid zipper rough
against her crotch.
Damn. He tasted like he smelled. Musky and spicy. His flavor poured
across her tongue and she pushed it between his lips to savor more. He
groaned under her assault, opening his lips to her penetration.
Her palms kept him pinned but he uncrossed his arms and grabbed
onto her waist. His thumbs dug under her ribcage as he pulled her closer
during the kiss.
She let go of his shoulders. Pushed her hands under his jacket
across the thin cotton of his Henley. She could feel the heat of him. He
was blazing. Heat for her. Heat from her.
He pulled away from her lips. I want your hair down. The gravelly
tone was low and urgent.
She did as he asked, reaching back to remove the black band holding
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