The Alpha Meets His Match (A Paranormal Romance)by Georgette St. Clair
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Wolf shifter Jax Mackenzie has never been accused of being a nice guy – but being nice doesn't get the job done. A wolf without a pack, he works the most dangerous assignments doled out by a private security company – and his latest case is a real killer. A fatal Rage virus is spreading among the members of an elite BDSM club, and Jax is determined to get to the bottom of the case.
To get what he wants, he'll ruthlessly use his supernatural strength, his wealthy connections, and Bobbi, the beautiful coyote shifter who's following him for reasons of her own. But the coyote is his fated mate – and possibly his mortal enemy. Now it's not just Jax's heart that's at risk – it's his life.
Jax rushed down the alleyway before she had a chance to turn around, slamming into her and pinning her up against the wall with her head turned away from him. As he touched her, his senses roared to life and he felt a rush of desire sizzling through his veins, and a very unwelcome swelling in his crotch.
He firmly tamped down his lustful thoughts, shoving them to the back of his mind as he pinned her wrists over her head against the wall, trapping her with his body and wrapping one leg around her.
God, that felt good. Way too good.
She went rigid, and didn't bother to struggle, staring straight ahead and drawing in deep, angry breaths. Even with her face turned away he could see that she was beautiful, her cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass, her small nose tilted impishly.
Jax bent down and breathed in her sweet scent, a mixture of citrus and wildflowers and her unique feminine aroma which smelled good enough to bottle and sell in a French boutique.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you to stay away from the big bad wolf?" he growled into her ear.
"Why no, but thanks for the advice. If I see a big bad wolf, I'll be sure to stay away from him," she said coolly, without the slightest quaver of fear in her voice.
Nice. A sassy one. Under different circumstances, Jax would love to have her over his knee for that. Unfortunately, odds were against them ever dating.
"Princess, you have no idea what you're messing with. I'm flattered that you find me so irresistible, but I don't really get turned on by chicks who stalk me. Been there, done that. I spotted you hours ago, by the way; you're not that good."
At that, he felt a faint tremor go through her, and he was pleased to see her jaw tighten with anger.
"You're not turned on?" she said, moving her body against him. "So you normally carry a flashlight stuffed down the front of your pants?"
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