Mine to Possess by Nalini Singh Page A

pulled down the ladder, stepped on the first rung, and threw her bag up to the second level. When he stepped back down, his expression was one of grim determination. “Now, tell me the truth.”
    Her stomach was suddenly full of a thousand butterflies. “The truth?”
    His eyes turned so dark, they were close to black. “At first I thought it was because you’d grown up, but that’s not it.”
    She swallowed. “What?” He couldn’t know. How could he know?
    â€œYour scent.” He closed the distance between them, a graceful, dangerous predator with a mind like a blade. Tempered. Honed. “You smell wrong, Talin.”
    â€œHow can I smell wrong?” Dread morphed into honest confusion. “I smell like me.”
    He moved around her to her back. She stood her ground, though irrational fear struck again. Memories of blood and—“Ouch!” She tugged her hair out of his grasp. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    â€œSnapping you out of panic.”
    Her answer stuck in her throat as she felt the heat of his breath whisper along the curve of her neck. He was no longer touching any part of her, but she couldn’t move. Her body remembered his. He’d been the only one who had touched her in affection before the Larkspurs. But her adoptive family occupied a far different space in her heart than Clay. He was a deep, intrinsic part of her, a part she both feared and craved.
    â€œYou smell of woman, of fear, of you , but there’s an ugliness below the surface, a badness.”
    Her soul curled into a tight self-protective ball. “I revolt you.”
    â€œNo, it’s not that kind of badness. It’s just wrong, shouldn’t be there.” He put his hands on her hips. They were big. Heavy. “Scared, Tally?”
    She fought her shiver. “You know I am.” Her body might remember his warmth and protectiveness, but it also remembered his capacity for the most bloody violence.
    His fingers pressed down a fraction before he released her. She waited for him to face her again. When he did, she found herself looking into eyes no longer the dark green of man but the paler gold-green of leopard.
    Unprepared for the shift, she took a stumbling step backward. Her palms hit the wall.
    â€œWhy the wrongness in your scent, Talin?”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œTry again.”
    She was about to repeat her answer when she realized it would be a lie. Her mouth snapped shut. “As long as you can live with it, what does it matter?”
    â€œTell me.”
    He was a barricade in front of her, an impenetrable mass of stubborn male muscle. Instead of increasing her fear, the display of unvarnished dominance made her anger spike. “No,” she said. “Stop being a bully.”
    His face reflected surprise. “Wrong answer.” He came closer.
    She went to duck out of the way but he’d already moved to trap her against the wall, his hands palms down on either side of her body. She felt her heart rate speed up, her own palms start to sweat. “Intimidation is hardly going to make me more inclined to tell you.”
    He leaned down until his face filled her vision. A long, still pause. “Boo.”
    She jumped at the husky whisper and hated herself for it. “Not nice.”
    â€œAccording to you, I’m a rampaging monster.”
    â€œNo, I never—” She shook her head. “I can’t help what my mind feels, Clay.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œWhy not?” she snapped. “It’s my coping mechanism. Deal with it.”
    â€œIt’s nothing but a pile of shit.” He pressed even closer, the heat of him an almost physical caress. “And baby, if you’re coping, then I’m Mother Teresa. Now, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
    â€œI’m sick!” she yelled. “Dying! There, happy now?”

CHAPTER 8
    Clay went so motionless she