Past My Defenses (Taming of the Pack #1) By: Wendy Sparrow
Vanessa is the fastest Lycan around. In wolf form, the only threat she can’t outrun is her allergies. After a feline dander-bomb takes her down, she wakes up naked in a cage staring at a hot park ranger who had no idea what he’d trapped. But ooooh, he smells so good. Mine.
Dane hoped to tame the silver wolf in his kennel, but all bets are off with the deliciously sweet Vanessa on two legs. Her temper makes his pulse race, and he can’t escape the feeling they belong together.
They’re hot as a forest fire even before they scent-match, but Glacier Peak’s Alpha considers Dane a danger to the pack. Meanwhile, Lycans are being poached, and Vanessa has been targeted. Dane will have to keep her close to protect her, but with Vanessa in heat and mad to mate, who will protect him?
From: Dane < Dane@GPForestrySer.org>
Sent: Tuesday, February 23, 2016 10:34 PM
Subject: Read this naked in bed
These classes are killing me. They had to be in Portland. Too far to drive back to you every night but just close enough that I want to anyway. The woman next to me during the morning meeting had an allergic reaction to some walnuts in the muffins and I swear to you that I got nostalgic over the Benadryl I handed her. And then I lectured her on having a proper emergency allergy kit. I pulled out the spare EpiPen I carry for you and then just stared at it longingly…missingyou. Well I’m sure they all think I’m a kinky freak now. Or some sort of adrenaline fiend.
Next year, I’m bringing you. A week is too long. I’m sure I can continue my education just as well with you here. As it is, my education is stagnating without you here. I’m so distracted that between the EpiPen stroking, the fact that I carry around an arsenal of allergy meds, and my dazed expression, I’m sure there’ll be a random drug screening in my future.
How is the pack doing? Are you doing patrols this week? One of the guys I used to work with in California is here and when I first arrived, he said I looked exhausted. He joked that you must be an animal in bed. He didn’t get why I found that so funny. I told him you’re an animal in and out of bed but he just nodded. He didn’t get it. I’d forgotten what it’s like to hang out with normal folk and not just Lycans. They seem very boring suddenly. They all want to talk about sports and TV and I want to brag up that you took down a bear last week and gloat about how you’re going into heat soon.
I should probably say something sexy since I told you to read this naked in bed. Wait, who am I kidding? You read that and put on extra clothes. You’ve covered that gorgeous body of yours with that three wolf moon shirt you got me as a joke and a pair of ratty sweats. Even your striped wool socks went on. I know they did. You said “oh hell no” and you’re reading this on the couch with your feet up. Are you reading this during commercials in the Late Show? Baby, you’re so cruel. I’m naked while I’m typing this. Well, except for my socks. My feet were cold. Okay. I’ve taken off my socks.
I’d started to think that the one time we were apart before wasn’t as bad as I was remembering it. That one time you were staying with Jordan couldn’t possibly have felt like a part of me was missing. I was wrong. It feels worse. This whole scent-matched mates thing has some definite hard edges when we’re apart. Maybe I’ll get out your EpiPen again and stroke it some more. No. That’s creepy. Especially now that I’m naked. Maybe I should put my socks back on.
I don’t know how you’re handling this. You sounded just fine when I called you at lunch. I swear you found my whining amusing. It’s not funny. Well, it’s pathetic but that’s not the same thing. You sounded busy earlier. Maybe that’s why I hate this so much. There’s too much boring downtime to spend wishing you were here.
You know that crap about absence making the heart grow fonder? Well, I’m so fond of you already that I don’t think it could get any stronger. This just feels like a hole inside of me. An aching hole. I hate this. That’s what this absence has taught me—I’m a wreck without you. I can’t stop thinking about you. Sometimes I think I’ll go mad with wanting you so much. I put in earplugs last night even though you weren’t snoring beside me and I still couldn’t sleep. My body knows you’re not here where you belong. My bed feels cold and empty and I hate this.
Oh hell there’s someone at the door. I should probably throw on a robe. Maybe they’ll just go away. No, they’re knocking more.
And they just broke off to have a sneezing fit and swear at someone wearing too much perfume.
I’ve never heard a more beautiful racket in my life.
It looks like I should have them replace out these down pillows. I’ll send this and you can read it while we eat room service.
After a childhood spent wandering as a military brat, Wendy Sparrow finally found her home in Washington State. She spends her days trying to convince her two kids she actually knows how to properly parent and her nights showing her husband all the cool things romance authors know…or goofing around online…or reading, but mostly the first thing. She’s active in the OCD and autism communities and writes on her blog to support awareness in both. With her whole heart, Wendy believes in happily ever afters and that everyone deserves one. If she's not writing or wrangling kids, she's on Twitter, @WendySparrow, where she'll chat with anyone about anything.