He’d been in no mood to play-and neither had Indigo. Most had abandoned their packs for later retrieval halfway down and shifted, gamboling in the pools of water like four-year-olds, their howls of pleasure singing to his soul.īut no matter his wolf’s joy at being with his pack, the trip down had cut at him, made him bleed-because in spite of everything he’d told himself about charm, about courtship, he’d lost his temper the night before and it was still simmering. The hike down from the campsite had been undemanding in spite of the rain that had fallen overnight, and, for the juveniles, fun. “Even if they somehow discover the first element, the second should give us what we need.”Īnd the war to uphold Silence, Henry thought, would claim another victim.Īndrew dumped his pack in his room and began to tug off his clothes for the shower. “I assume you have that under way.” Henry had chosen this man because of his intelligence and dedication to Silence-and, unlike Shoshanna, he wasn’t about to squander that resource by killing him simply because he happened to be strong enough to be a threat.Ī nod. “However, we’ll have to be quick to get the rest of the operation in place now that they’ve detected us.” Not even if it hurt like a bitch to walk away. The hurt, the pain, the constant effort to make herself less so that he would feel better as a man. But she couldn’t bring herself to take it back, too proud, too confused, too fucking scared of what Drew was asking from her. Somehow, it didn’t feel as good as it should have. “I might play with boys, but I don’t keep them.”ĭrew flinched, and she knew she’d drawn blood. Yeah, you can kiss-but I need a little more in my man.” Harsh, angry words, torn from the part of her that hated how he’d made her feel earlier when he’d gone off with Maria-so vulnerable, so weak. Her wolf, no longer caught in the sexual inferno, snarled at the challenge, at the arrogance of this male who thought he could bring her to heel. “You want me, and if you’d stop fucking lying to yourself for one second, you’d realize we could have something good.”

“So did you.” His eyes gleamed, hard and bright.

“All that bullshit about everything being back to normal.” “You lied,” she said, taking out her own stunned confusion on him. She realized she still had her hands on his body, the fingers of one curved slightly into his flesh, as if she wanted to prick at him with her claws-as if she was in heat. The words poured cold water on the flames of passion. “Damn.” Drew lifted his head, his chest heaving.

Play of passion by nalini singh