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Rayne had been in a deep sleep when a crash skyrocketed him to the surface. The hard jerk his body made almost threw him off the couch.

It took a moment for his eyes to focus since the sudden noise had sent a jolt of adrenaline rushing through his body like a speeding train.

Standing in the doorway, dragging in quick breaths, was the woman from the bedroom. Rayne struggled to release the tension he knew he was projecting. He needed to move slowly so he did not provoke or spook her.

“Hey, it’s all right,” he said in a low, soothing voice as he rose from the couch. He held his hands up, palms out to show he was not a threat.

She was eyeing him sharply through narrowed slits, following every movement he made like an animal stalking its prey. Rayne had to admit to himself her actions were turning him on. He cleared his throat and tried to focus on the situation at hand.

“You fell into a pit last night and were injured. I brought you to the woman who came to the park and left food and water for you…uh, for the black wolf, that is. I saw you two together, so I thought it best to come here to get help.”

Rayne watched her glance at the block of knives on the kitchen counter seconds before she made a sudden move in that direction. He sprang, his arms encircling her as he turned so when they hit the floor his body absorbed the impact. Immediately, he flipped her over. He was now on top, pinning her beneath him.

As she stared at his face, he saw a mixture of fear and anger in her emerald eyes. She was breathing hard, and so was he, their chests heaving against one another.

“We need to talk, not fight. I brought you here because you were injured, not to hurt you or go for round two.”

Rayne tried to calm himself, but despite the situation, her soft body made him want to go a round or two of a different kind. Her pink lips were parted as she tried to catch her breath, and he fought the urge to lean down and taste them. Never before had he been so captivated by a woman, and this one mesmerized him to the core.

He leaned in close to her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin and hair, and almost purred. Her sharp intake of breath snapped him to attention and he quickly retreated, lifting his head to look at her face.

“I’m going to let you up, but first I want your word you will behave. No knives. Are we clear?”