Daylen is a cop, and a good one. When she discovers two men sword fighting in an alley during one of her nightly patrols, she confronts them, ordering them to put down their weapons. One of the men takes off running, surprising her with his speed. Only one man left, she knows she'll have to take him down when he ignores her demands. With her suspect in her grasp, her world turns upside down when he pins her to the ground and kisses her senseless.
Jager knows no wilting flower--werewolf or mortal--would ever survive as his mate, but this cop has all the right moves. Her scent leaves no doubt this mortal woman is his, and after tasting her lips, he knows claiming her will be a challenge. The bigger problem, however, might be her obsession to arrest him whenever they meet. As their passion flares, he'll do anything it takes to make her his mate.
Publisher's Note: This was previously published.
“Carrying a concealed weapon is a major offense. Resisting arrest will make it that much worse for you. Why don’t you just cooperate and make it easier for the both of us?”
A grin spread across his lips that Daylen had to admit made the man look even sexier. “Sorry, but I’m not going to let you arrest me,” he said.
Figures. The kooks never wanted to be taken away without kicking up some kind of fuss. Not wanting this to draw out any longer than it had to, Daylen waited until he came within range. She dropped her flashlight and grabbed him by one arm as she used a karate move to kick his legs out from under him. Having caught him off guard, she managed to get him down face first on the ground with his hands behind him. She sat on his back, pinning his arms between her legs as she reached for her handcuffs that were in a leather case attached to her belt. With her other hand, she kept the side of his face pressed to the pavement.
The handcuffs now out of their case, Daylen started to read the man his rights. “You have the right to remain silent. Everything—”
She never got to finish. One second she had him pinned, ready to cuff his hands behind him, and then the next, he’d bucked her off. With a move faster than she could react to, he had her on her back with his large body on top of hers. He manacled her wrists in one strong hand as he grabbed the handcuffs and tossed them away.
Shit. Now she was in trouble. Even though his grip didn’t hurt, Daylen couldn’t break free of his hold. She tried to buck him off as he’d done to her, but he was solid muscle and didn’t budge an inch.
Daylen gazed up at him not sure what he would do next. Instead of seeing malice in his eyes, he stared down at her with intense longing. Against her will, her heart beat a little faster. The longer he held her gaze the more her body reacted. Instead of being afraid of what he would actually do to her, she found herself becoming aroused. An ache pounded between her legs, and she breathed faster. And, if she was not mistaken, he was aroused as well. The hard length of his cock pressed against her thigh where he had her legs pinned between his.
He felt way too good pressed against her body. That had Daylen once more trying to buck him off. She shouldn’t be getting turned-on by a guy who obviously had a few screws loose. She had to stay professional. He was the bad guy, and she was the cop.
When she arched her back again to try and throw him off, he made a low sound deep inside his chest that came pretty damn close to something a wild animal would make. She instantly stilled beneath him.
He shook his head. “Keep doing that and I won’t be responsible for what I do to you. I’m barely holding back as it is.” He shoved the collar of her shirt aside before he buried his nose in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath.
He dragged his tongue across the skin where her shoulder and neck met. “God, you smell good.” He lifted his head and looked down at the name tag pinned to the front of her shirt. “Officer Daylen Reardon, I would like to continue what’s started here, but I don’t think you’ll be as cooperative as I want you to be. We’ll have to finish this another time. But I’m not going to leave before I’ve gotten a taste of you.”
Before Daylen knew what he was about to do, he brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her. His lips moved over hers gently before his tongue came out and pushed its way between her lips. He swept the inside of it, tasting her thoroughly, twining his tongue with hers.
The man might be a kook, but he sure knew how to kiss a woman senseless. Unable to stop herself from kissing him back, Daylen’s body went up in flames with each stroke of his tongue. He licked and sucked at her lips as she found herself sinking deeper and deeper into a fog of arousal. Her brain seemed to only be functioning at half power. A part of her knew this was so very wrong, but another baser part of her had taken over and wanted more. The feel of his well-muscled body pressed against hers just sent her arousal to greater heights. She moaned softly into his mouth.
Then his lips were gone, along with the weight of his body that had been pressing on top of her. Now free, Daylen sat up and caught sight of the back of the man’s duster as he ran down the alley in the same direction the other man had taken. Then he was gone.
What the hell is wrong with me? Daylen stood and grabbed her flashlight that lay on the ground not far away. Using its light, she found her handcuffs. If another cop had been present to see what had taken place, there would be questions as to whether or not she could do her job. And she wouldn’t have been able to blame them. She’d just let a criminal kiss her stupid while she basically did nothing to stop him. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d gotten away on top of it all.