Free Motor City Wolf by Cindy Spencer Pape

rescind the exile order.”
    “Where will you go?” Her eyes were wide and full of worry. For him? How could anyone have ever believed this woman had no feelings? She was full of emotions but had never learned how to express them. He was powerfully glad her cousin and uncle were already dead. Saved him the time and trouble of hunting them down.
    He took her hands in his to keep her from tying her hair into knots. “If we can get rid of Beowulf in the next month, removing the danger my grandfather sees, maybe he’ll change his mind and let me stay. Probably not, though. Most likely scenario is that I sell my half of the club to George and go buy one somewhere else. I’ve still got friends in L.A. and San Francisco.”
    Fee gave him a soft smile and shook her head. “George would go with you. So would Lana and Vince. They follow you, not your grandfather.” She held onto his hands, lacing her fingers through his in a gesture so natural, he didn’t think she was even aware of doing it.
    “And what about you, Fee?” He stared straight into her eyes, refusing to let her look away. “Would you come with us or stay in Detroit? You know Aidan would make sure you had another job and another place to stay.” No matter what others believed of her, he knew she was bright and courageous and loyal. She’d simply been loyal to the wrong people who had taken advantage of her naïveté. In the last few months, she’d finally grown into the person she was meant to be.
    Her whispered response was so soft he barely heard it. “If I have a choice, I will go.”
    Kissing her again would be a phenomenal mistake. He had to remember that. “I promise you, Fee, whatever happens with this business, one way or another, we won’t abandon you. Your queen owes me a few favors, too, and I’ll call them in if I have to.”
    “Thank you.” Her breathing had gone rapid and shallow. Then she flicked out her tongue to lick her lips and he was sunk.
    He didn’t think he was in love with her, not the way Ric or Aidan or George loved their mates. Not that he’d know what that felt like, but surely he’d know, wouldn’t he? Apparently that sort of grand romance wasn’t in the cards for him. He liked Fee a lot, he cared about her, and God knew he wanted her. Most of all, he’d simply run out of the will to fight.
    Between the full moon, his grandfather, the vandalism, her pheromones and everything else that was messing with his mind and body today, he was finished. He wanted Fee. He wanted her in the most elemental and visceral way possible, and he wanted her now. His canines began to lengthen and he felt, rather than heard, the rumble of a near-growl reverberate through his chest.
    “Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.”
    “Where are you going?” She blinked at him in confusion.
    “On second thought, grab the wine and come with me.” He held out his hand, pleased when she took it without question and stood. “We’re going up to my place.”
    “Very well.” She picked up the half-empty bottle and followed him out the door and up the stairs.
    Once inside his apartment, Greg flicked on the living room light. Though his unit had the same basic layout as hers, it was a lot less soothing and nowhere near as neat.
    “Do you have glasses?” She held up the wine.
    “Yeah, but I don’t think we’re going to need them until later.”
    “What?” She blinked at him and licked her lips again.
    “Nothing, princess. Just this.” It took the lightest tug to pull her against him so he could claim her mouth with his.
    Fee didn’t fight him, or even hesitate a moment. With a happy little hum, she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back. The wine bottle thunked against his spine.
    He knew there would be no going back from this and Fee was smart enough to be aware of that, too. His scent had soaked into her skin, along with her own musk, and that combination caused all his possessive instincts to stand up and