Free Pursued by a Werewolf (Mystic Isle, Book 4) by Selena Blake Page B

she felt like his big body was crowding her. Just like he had in the daydream.
    His uniquely masculine scent enveloped her, clean and spicy, teasing her with memories of their previous encounters. His heat wrapped around her, warmed her left arm, soaking into her, through her.
    Cal slid another shot glass of whiskey across the bar. From the corner of her eye, she watched Hunter toss it back.
    “Done with your shower already?” she murmured, reaching for her goblet.
    “I’m efficient.”
    She nodded.
    “Rough day?” he asked, turning toward her, elbow braced against the bar. Damn he was handsome. She found herself wanting to touch him, to lean into the circle of his arms and just…be.
    “Not particularly. Just remembering the past.” She glanced over at Cal and found him polishing another carton of glassware. “Giving out some advice.”
    “Is that what you were doing in the middle of class? Remembering the past?”
    She couldn’t tell him what had really been going on in her head. No way.
    “How long was I out of it?”
    “About half a minute. Which, by the way seems like an eternity in some of those poses.”
    She laughed and he joined in. He’d always been able to make her laugh, which was one of the things she liked the most about him. That, and when she stopped fighting her attraction, they got along so well. So easily. It’d been that way since the very first night.
    “What advice do you have for me?”
    She looked up from her goblet and turned to face him.
    “You probably have better advice than me.”
    “How do you figure that?” He flagged Cal down and asked for a beer.
    “You’re older, for one. And you’re level headed.”
    “Thanks…I think.” He gave her one of his trademark grins and her insides melted a little.
    “How long until we meet Ceara and Maxim?”
    “You make it sound like we’re going on a date,” he said with a teasing smile. Tipping his wrist up, he glanced at the silver timepiece. “Fifteen minutes.”
    “Just enough time to finish our drinks.” She clicked her glass against his beer bottle and settled back onto her stool, enjoying the ease of being with him. She’d worry about everything else later.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Avery slid across the padded bench seat that wrapped around the small corner table. Ceara grinned at her as she scooted in from the other side. The heat lamps overhead warmed Avery’s skin like a warm summer’s day. This was one of her favorite places on the island. With the ceiling painted to look like the sky and special lights made to feel like the sun’s rays, it was the perfect place for young vampires to warm themselves.
    “Good class today?” Ceara asked and Avery would swear there was a conspiratorial gleam in her lovely violet eyes.
    “Pretty good,” she said and tried to ignore her body’s reaction to Hunter’s closeness. After a cocktail and that shot of whiskey, her resistance was at an all-time low.
    It didn’t matter if she closed her eyes to shut him out. He was still there. Lurking behind her eyelids, smirking, pulling her into another daydream. And what her eyesight missed, other senses picked up. She couldn’t hide from the delicious masculine scent of him. In fact, she’d bet her next glass of wine that he washed with one of those new pheromone body washes that drove women wild.
     Nor did she miss the heat radiating off of him. He was warmer than the heat lamps.
    “I'm perfecting downward dog ,” he said cheerfully.
    Maxim groaned. “I still don't understand why you're taking such a girly sport.”
    From the corner of her eye she saw Hunter give his brother that thousand megawatt smile as he braced his muscular arms against the table. “Come to class with me tomorrow and you'll understand.”
    “I might have an objection to that,” Ceara piped up but quickly turned toward Avery. “No offense.”
    “None taken. Maxim wouldn't last five minutes anyway. Aside from all the hot women