The Wolf Within (Purgatory #1)(9)

“You’re senses are heightened. All werewolves have sharper senses than humans. So maybe my…ah…scent just seems different to you because of that.”

Maybe. But he was also starting to think her sweet scent might be making him a bit drunk.

When she tried to break free again, he let her go.

She quickly put about three feet of space between them.

And he realized that she still had the remote in her left hand. “Why…why didn’t you use the collar then?”

She gave a faint laugh. The sound slid right over his skin like a caress. “Because you caught my hand? Duncan, you’d have to do a whole lot more to me than just that. I’m not going to hurt you for a touch.”

But he wanted far more than a touch.

“Climb onto the table,” she said, her voice still with a faint huskiness that he liked too much. “Let me finish my exam. I need to get some blood samples. Check your wounds.”

“I don’t have any wounds.” The truth. He’d felt the skin stretching. Mending.

Any wounds that he’d gotten during his attack were gone.

“Werewolves don’t usually heal that fast,” she said, brows pulling low. Holly attached the collar’s remote to her belt, then she came forward once more and put her hands on his chest as she studied his body.

Her hands were slightly cool. Her touch was probably meant to be the impersonal one of a doctor but…

He had to grind his back teeth together to hold back a moan.

“They’re totally healed. Amazing.” She reached for a needle. Pushed it against the vein near his elbow. The needle snapped. “I was afraid of that.” She reached around him. Lifted a second syringe. “This needle has silver elements in its composition. It will penetrate your skin, but it’ll hurt.” Her lips tightened. “It’ll burn.”

He appreciated the warning, but… “I’m already burning.”

Her gaze snapped up to his. “What?”

“It feels like my blood is boiling. Everything is heating inside me.” He waved his hand. “So drive the damn needle in me. It won’t make any difference.”

She bit her lip. I want to bite it. Instead, he yanked his gaze away from her. Tried to look anywhere, but at her. Because he didn’t want her to see the wild lust in his gaze.

The needle pushed into his arm. Yeah, he barely felt that little sting.

Then she was pulling the needle out. Rubbing his arm lightly with her gloved fingers.

“Stop.” Because he couldn’t handle anymore then. The beast was snarling inside of him, and the silver collar didn’t seem to be holding the wolf in check much.

Want.

It was her scent. Honey and sex. Calling to him. Tempting.

Kiss her. Strip her.

Fuck her.

“Am I hurting you?” Her voice was that soft murmur that she’d probably use after sex.

“Get. Away,” Duncan gritted. Because his claws were still out. If he touched her again, he’d hurt her. Cut her skin. Make her bleed.

Wasn’t that what monsters did? And hadn’t he become a monster?

“I-I didn’t meant to hurt you.” She stumbled back and her elbow banged into an instrument tray.

“You didn’t hurt me.” He held his body perfect still, fighting the urge to literally pounce on her. “But if you don’t get away from me, I’ll hurt you.”

He knew a containment cell was down the hallway to the left. Cell A was separated from the other prisoners.

“Go unbar the door and let me out.” Definitely more animal growl then.

“Where will you go?”

“Cell A.” Maximum security.

She hurried toward the door. A few seconds later, the bar slid back. He didn’t look at her as he nearly ran out of the med unit. He had to get to Cell A. Had to be contained. Before it was too late.

His cock was aching. His muscles trembling. And if she came close to him again, with that scent, with those dark eyes…

I will hurt her.

Because it wasn’t just the man who wanted her. He’d been right about that fear. The beast he was becoming wanted her, too.

Maybe he wanted her even more.

“Duncan!” She was rushing after him. He didn’t stop. He entered Cell A. Slammed the door behind him. Then he took five quick steps away from the door.

Her breath was panting out. Her breasts rising and falling.

“Lock it,” he snarled.

“What’s happening? Are you—”

“Lock it, or I’ll be on you.” He couldn’t get any more clear than that. Or maybe, he could. I’ll be in you.

Her eyes widened. She yanked a keycard out of her pocket and swiped it over the electronic lock. The lock engaged and bolted.

She stared at him. The bars of Cell A were thick, reinforced, and supposedly designed to keep even the strongest of paranormals inside.

There was a cot to the left of Duncan. A toilet. A sink.

She wrapped her hands on the bars. “Duncan, I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

He stiffened. “I don’t need your pity.” Was the woman missing the whole bit where he was close to ripping her clothes off? “You need to get away from me. Stay away. Get another doctor to—”

“There is no other doctor here. Just me. You know that.”