Free Hunter Reborn by Katie Reus Page B

controlthan normal, letting his animal channel all those emotions he felt flowing off Larissa like a tsunami. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to function. Feeling her worry and confusion was killing him inside.
    â€œCome on.” He gestured to the living room right off the foyer. The place was maintained by a caretaker and Aiden knew Connor had contacted the woman who took care of it even though it had been so late.
    The place was supposed to be stocked with food—for him, because the only food she required was blood and she would feed from him and no one else—and there should be a selection of clothes upstairs for Larissa to choose from. She was petite in height and build like many of his female packmates so something should fit. Of course he hoped she decided to just go naked, but he knew that was wishful thinking.
    He strode into the room with her trailing behind him. A quick flip of a switch on the mantel of the stone fireplace and it flared to life. There was something to be said for the ease of gas fireplaces.
    After turning it on he sat on the pile of rugs in front of it and leaned against the nearby couch. When she tentatively sat on the rugs, he stripped his sweater off and handed it to her. In the SUV he’d changed into one of the spare sets of clothes, but he wouldn’t need it in here. More than anything, he wanted his scent on her. And he noticed the way she stared at his bare skin.
    With a hunger that matched his own.
    He wasn’t above using her own desire against her. She clearly wanted him. The desire that sparked between them was just waiting to combust and he had noproblem fanning the flames. Anything to get her naked and underneath him. It was the only time she’d let him dominate her. Then she’d remember him. He hoped. A small part of him was so fucking scared she’d never . . . No. He shut that down before it had a chance to form. No matter what, he was going to reinforce the bond between them so that she had no doubt what she meant to him.
    Larissa shook her head and he realized he was still holding the sweater out to her. “That’s okay. With the fire I won’t need it.”
    â€œI want my scent on you,” he ground out, stunning himself.
Way to play it smooth.
    Her eyes widened, but she took the sweater nonetheless. “Turn around,” she demanded, taking him by surprise with her heated words.
    â€œNo.” If she was taking off her shirt, he wasn’t moving.
    For a moment she looked shocked, but then she gritted her teeth before tugging the sweater on over the silky black top she already had on. “You’re so . . . obnoxious and dominant. I can’t imagine that I
liked
that.”
    â€œYou liked it all right. . . . Only in the bedroom though,” he growled.
    Her face flushed again and a sharp pop of hunger rolled off her. Larissa had confessed that before him she’d always been the pursuer of the few lovers she’d had. With him she’d given up complete control between the sheets or whatever flat surface they’d managed to find. “So, what happens now?”
    â€œWe talk. Tell me the last thing you remember.”Unfortunately, Aiden could think of a hell of a lot more interesting things to do with his mouth, but they needed to talk. He wanted his Larissa back. His strong, fierce female who would punch him in the jaw if he got out of line. God, he’d missed her. So fucking much that he ached for the touch of her.
    Sighing, she grabbed some of the pillows off the couch closest to her and piled them up. Using them as a headrest, she lay sideways and turned her body so that she faced him. “Your last name is Nicholl?” she asked, though it wasn’t exactly a question. He nodded, hope flaring in his chest that she finally remembered him. “In 1953, some of my coven members and me—including my parents—were on our way to Scotland. The Nicholl pack