Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 72

I suck in a breath.

Jay is…scenting me.

A low growl emanates from his body.

I tense.

I have the instinctual urge to run. But I know better.

Alpha males… they live for the chase.

”Did you like having that man come here?” he asks. “Were you touched by what he said just now?"

“Touched?” I laugh but it’s a pathetic sound. “That I don't know, but I am surprised. I’m a convict, Jay. Accused of taking a human life. What man would want to be with me?”

“Did you invite him here?”

“No.” I shake my head. “And I truly didn't expect Gus to just show up and say those things.”

He frowns. "I don't trust him.”

But as he says that, he’s watching me carefully, cataloguing my every response. Like maybe it’s me he doesn’t trust. I recognize what it is to have our wolf side at the surface. He can hear, see and scent things that would be undetectable to a human.

“Jay,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”

”Sister, do you like that man because he said those things?" he asks instead.

An unsettling feeling tickles up my spine. It feels a lot like … attraction or anticipation. But this is my ‘brother’ and he’s on edge right now.

Is that what I’m responding to? The presence of his wolf?

This show of dominance as he pins me in place?

I clear my throat. He’d asked me a question and I have yet to answer. “No, I don’t like Gus.”

He leans closer, his chest against mine, and his lips brush my ear.

I suck in a breath.

“Hmm..Are you sure, Grace?”

What was he asking about? My mind goes blank at the sound of his voice, the rumble of it, I can feel from his body to mine.

I shiver.

He makes some small humming sound.

Does he know what his nearness is doing to me?

My heart is pounding. I don’t know what to do with my hands. I curl my fingers into fists so I don’t reach for him.

Each breath carries the scent of him and it’s the woodsy, moonlit smell that brings all the best memories of running free.

I’m not sure what undoes me more, the feel of his body or the nostalgia he evokes in me.

I just want… more.

Jay’s hands slide up from the wall where he has boxed me in to my face. He tilts my chin up and I drown in his eyes.

“Be careful,” he tells me. “Most males cannot be trusted.”