Enforcer (Cascadia Wolves)

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An Excerpt From: ENFORCER

Copyright ? LAUREN DANE, 2006

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

?Go ahead, get a good look and get the hell out,? she
said as he set the bags down on the counter. She began to open up cabinets
and the fridge and put the food away, acting as if he wasn?t even there.

?What? No thank you for hauling your groceries?? he
teased.

She looked back over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow
at him. ?Make it quick, wolf boy. I may just change my mind and toss you
out.?

It was his turn to give her a raised brow. He was a
werewolf in his prime. The most feared Enforcer in North
America. Heck, people were downright scared of him. He stood
there, all muscle and sinew?there was no way that she could budge him, even
if she took a running leap.

?Smirk all you want, I?ve warned you,? she said in a
nearly sing-song voice that made him bark out a laugh. She caught him off
guard, he liked that.

He was a damned good tracker, it was one of the reasons
why he was an excellent Enforcer. He always found his man. Focusing on
Rey?s scent, he moved through the house, but the only place that he could
get it strongly was in the kitchen near the back door. He continued through
the house, through the small living room with the cozy overstuffed couch
and side chairs. Pausing, he looked at her living space. It was simple but
extremely warm and welcoming. She had great built-in bookshelves. The
decoration was at a minimum but what she did have up?some really nice black
and white prints?lent a touch of class to the place. He peeked into the
spare bedroom, which looked like an office, and then went across the hall
and into her bedroom.

Standing in the doorway, he groaned as his senses took
in the intimate space. It was soft and feminine. The bed was covered a pale
blue fluffy comforter, and pillows in various shades of complementary blue
were scattered all over the room. The headboard was white wrought iron and
there was a stack of books at least three feet high next to the bed. He
took a step inside and her scent hit him right in the balls. He closed his
eyes as he breathed her in, the soft vanilla scent of her soap, a bit of
citrus from her shampoo. No perfume. Her elemental scent was everywhere and
it made the wolf within want to go and roll in her blankets, to coat
himself in it.

He shook his head to clear it. Oh no, it was not going
to go down this way. He needed to get laid and not by some uptight spinster
either. He made a mental note to seek out some company when he went to the
Pack house later.

?So? Satisfied Gabriel isn?t hiding in my closet or
under my bed?? she asked as she walked down the hallway toward him.

Surprised by her voice, he jumped and turned. ?Look,
lady, it?s really important that I talk to him.? His annoyance at being so
affected by her scent rang through his voice.

She noticed and put her arms over her chest and narrowed
her big brown eyes at him. ?Stop calling me that,? she snapped.

?So you do have emotions under that hard shell.? He
grinned.

She shook her head in disgust. ?Look, wolf boy, why do
you want to talk to Gabriel? What have you people, er,
wolves, done to him??

He smirked at her. ?Wolf boy? You object to lady and
then call me wolf boy??

?I never said I wasn?t a hypocrite. But this is my house
so I get the privilege and you don?t. Now, what do you want with Gabriel??

He sighed and ran a hand through his thick, silky-looking
hair, pulling it loose from the thong at his neck. It spilled over his
hands and past his shoulders like liquid silk. She could smell his cologne
and beneath it, his maleness. He smelled hot and hard?like sex on legs. He
smelled dangerous and capable of violence and she had to take a deep breath
through her mouth to stop shaking. There was such a ravenous hunger for him
that it shocked her into silence for a few moments.