Incubus Wolf. Bonnie Vanak

the remembrance of her sweet arousal in the bar as he’d kissed her.

      “Down, boys,” he murmured, cupping the woman’s cheek with a warm palm. “Let her heal. She’s not ready to come to me. Not yet.”

      There would be plenty of time later for what both wanted.

      “Alexandra Kostra,” he murmured, enchanted by the soft skin beneath his caressing thumb. “Finally, I’ve got you.”

      Alex was home, snuggled in her bed. Fragrant pine and delicious warmth surrounded her. For the first time since her stepfather threw her out, she felt peaceful.

      The scent of pine and fresh rain grew stronger. Alex struggled to keep the feeling intact, knowing it would evaporate like morning mist.

      “Wake up, little warrior.”

      The deep voice stroked over her body like a velvet lash. She remembered the events of the previous night and braced herself for the burning pain in her ankle.

      Alex opened her eyes as a light snapped on.

      She was clad in a pair of soft flannel pajamas, lying in a pine bed big enough to hold five people. Moonlight streamed past plain white curtains, spilling on the soft white carpet. The room had crammed bookshelves and an enormous pine dresser. A fire crackled in the stone hearth.

      In a handsome wood rocker, Dominic sat, regarding her intently. He looked sexy and dangerous, dressed in a thin black shirt and tight black jeans. Firelight glinted off his black hair and amusement danced in his bright blue eyes. He hooked his thumbs through the belt loops.

      “The sleeping princess awakens at last, in time for the handsome prince to give her the kiss she’s longed for,” he murmured.

      Cold, cruel and intensely sexual, his body was hard and tempting. A woman would want to run her hands through those thick locks of dark hair, clasp him close as he devoured her mouth and laid her on the bed….

      Alex shuttered the thought and made a quick assessment. No weapons. He’d stripped off her knives and gun. But she had the only weapon necessary. Her glamour. Dominic must never find out her real identity.

      “Try kissing me. I bite.”

      “Promise?”

      “I never make promises I can’t keep.”

      “Pity. I have several places on my body I’d like your mouth on.”

      “In your dreams. What am I doing here? And where is here?” Alex scanned the room, searching for a weapon.

      Dominic cocked an eyebrow. “Saving you. You would have died out there. You’re in the House of Eros, the lodge of my pack.”

      Tension knotted her stomach. The infamous playhouse, whispered to host the darkest sexual proclivities. They said he had a basement with walls lined with fur, tables where he liked to tie up willing females and tease them until they screamed with pleasure….

      Definitely not a hotel she wanted to stay at. Alex tested her ankle, rotating it around and winced. Still a little painful but healing. But that didn’t make her helpless. Or stupid. Dominic advanced, his big body taking up all the space in the room. Alex fisted her hands, fighting the instinctual urge to turn from the sensuality flaring on his face. Remember his hands stroking slowly over her skin that first time ten years ago…

      She gestured to the pajamas with little pink bunnies on them. “Nice clothing. Is this what you make all your women wear when you strip off their clothing?”

      “They belong to Claire, a member of my pack. Freshly laundered. She and the other females undressed you and got you into bed.”

      He tossed back the covers, studied her ankle. “It will heal. I applied a poultice of herbs and special lotion. Should be fine in a day or two.” Dominic pulled the covers back.

      “You applied it?”

      “With my own two hands.” His voice dropped to a dark whisper. “I enjoyed every moment of having them on you. Although I prefer my lovers to be conscious.”

      Her lower belly tightened as she thought of Dominic smoothing the lotion over her ankle, lingering and slow, a sensual caress as he rubbed and stroked….

      Not. Going. There. “I’m not your lover.”

      “You will be.”

      The arrogant certainty inflamed her. “You underestimate me, wolf.”

      “And you underestimate me, bounty hunter. Did you think you could hide your identity from me?”

      Her mouth went dry. “How did you…”

      Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the ugliest of all? Where the hell was the mirror? Alex threw back the covers, craned her neck to see her reflection in the dresser’s glass.

      Still the same glamour. Relief filled her as she sagged back onto the bed.

      “Alexandra Kostra. The most successful and ruthless bounty hunter for the Society for the Prevention of Malevolent Magick. Sent here to capture me and bring me back to demon prison. A very clever Fae whose glamour can fool even the most experienced targets. It’s thought she is totally asexual and immune to my charms.”

      “How did you know?”

      He tapped his nose. “When I heard the rumors you were after me, I had my pack retrieve an item with your scent on it. I recognized you in the bar.”

      Alex resisted the temptation to check the mirror to make sure the wizard’s potion still worked. Dominic couldn’t know her true identity or her real face. Her file had been kept secret in a locked, magick-free vault.