Free Cat's Wolf (A Shifter Romance Novella) by Leanne Crabtree Page A

were glowing fierce amber and she could have sworn
he was growling low in his throat.
    Brent was watching him carefully. “Mentioning
your exes might not be such a good idea after last night, Kaitlin.”
    She nodded, her gaze intent on
Rhys’ face. It must have been the marking that was bringing out the baser
instinct in him.
    Almost without thought she reached
up to the bite mark just visible at the neckline of her t-shirt. Rhys’ gaze
shot to her fingers and the mark he’d left there this morning, almost like he’d felt the touch of her fingers. His eyes flared hot, reminding her that she
belonged to him now and she nodded in agreement.
    It took a few minutes before his
fingers began to uncurl from the metal cutlery and then the rest of him
followed, deflating like a balloon. He let out a shuddering breath, “I agree.”
    “Do you know where to find M—him?”
He asked, avoiding mentioning Malachi’s name.
    Kaitlin nudged the food around on
her plate with her knife, “The last I heard he was hanging out at The Iron
Pit a lot but I’ve never seen him there.”
    “The shifter bar?”
    She nodded and chanced another
glance up.
    Rhys had calmed down considerably
and had resumed eating his breakfast, though it seemed difficult with his bent
cutlery.
    “We’ll head out later and see if we
can find him,” Rhys said calmly.
    Brent glanced across at him, “Just
us three or should I call in some of the pack?”
    “The fewer the better, I think.”
    After that they finished their meal
in silence. Brent got up and left the room for some task, while Kaitlin picked
up the plates and put them in the sink to wash. For some reason, she needed to
be doing something, anything. Turning on the tap she filled the sink with hot
water.
    Warm breath tickled her neck as
Rhys sighed. “I know I messed up earlier, Cat. And I’m sorry. But like Brent
said, it probably wasn’t the best time to mention ex-lovers when we marked each
other last night.” His fingers lightly grazed the mark at the base of her neck
and she shivered.
    “I’m sorry, too,” she whispered.
    He sighed and she felt the press of
his lips to her shoulder. “So, what shall we do this morning?”
    Reaching out she turned off the tap
and then spun to wrap her arms around his neck. “I could actually do with some
clothes, since I ran away without any.”
    Rhys smiled at her indulgently.
“You can have whatever you want. Where would you like to go?”
    Kaitlin thought for a few seconds
and then shrugged. “Wherever’s closest. Clothes are clothes after all.”
    A puff of air left him as he
laughed. “You really are one of a kind, aren’t you?”
    “I’d like to think so,” she teased.
    Shaking his head, he led her from
the room. “Brent? We’re heading out to shop. Alone!” And with that, he slammed
out of the suite and hurried her to the lift.
     

     
    Kaitlin giggled as Rhys attempted
to shove her jeans down her thighs in the small confines of the changing room
cubicle. His fingers slid off the denim as he tugged and his elbow hit the
cubicle wall with a bang. He swore heatedly under his breath and she giggled
even louder.
    “Rhys, this is impossible,” she
whispered through her laughter.
    “No it isn’t. We are having
sex in here,” he vowed.
    This was only the third shop she’d
entered and he’d been asking her to model the clothes for him since the first.
She had done, giving it her all, and it had turned him on, big time. Kaitlin
hadn't even picked up anything to try on in this shop before he’d dragged her
into the changing rooms and started undressing her.
    Grabbing her waist, he spun her
around until her back was to him and then roughly shoved the jeans down to her
knees. He moved in behind her and ran his hands up and down her sides lightly. Her
breath hitched and she reached out to steady herself against the mirror. From
her position she could see the way his eyes smouldered as he took in her body.
His index finger ran down her spine