Wolf's Capture by Eve Langlais Page A

size that matters. It’s my access to their mind and how strong their self-will is.”
    “Do you read it?”
    Could she read his right now, which said they should put their mouths to better use than talking?
    “No. I don’t. And I really don’t want to discuss it. If you don’t mind, I’m going to sleep so I can enjoy my scintillating day of staring at the walls and electroshock therapy.”
    She pillowed her hands under head but didn’t attempt to escape his grip.
    Rest was a good plan. He needed a clear head. Who knew what tomorrow would bring? But he wasn’t ready yet. He nudged at her to see if he could get her to resume talking. “I’ve noticed you’re not afraid of speaking out. I’m surprised. Isn’t some of this shit you’re telling me secret?”
    “Yes. But you don’t have to worry. Master has no idea what we’re saying.”
    “Um, in case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a camera watching us, and I would assume a microphone.”
    She giggled. “No microphone anymore. While I was reading this afternoon, I took care of it. It’s the funniest thing. The spiders in this place keep gumming up the receiver.”
    Creepy or cool? He wasn’t sure. “You can get them to web it? Why not do the camera, too, then?”
    “Because the lens wipes off too easily, unlike the hole in the mic. Besides, I’ve found so long as he can see, he doesn’t care about listening. And I don’t have to spend a day sitting here sniffing the fumes from bug spray.”
    The more she revealed about her freaky powers, the less daunted he found himself, which he didn’t understand. By all accounts, she was a dangerous weapon. In the wrong hands, like the current ones, she could really cause some havoc.
    But telling a girl she was probably better off dead before she was forced to cause some kind of Planet of the Apes rebellion with every fucking creature, and bug, on the planet probably wouldn’t go over well. So he asked Layla the less offensive question. “How old are you?”
    “Why do you care?”
    “Just making conversation.”
    “More like profiling me I’ll bet.” How well she already knew him. “I’m twenty-three. And you?”
    “Older.”
    “I see this conversation is going to be one-sided.”
    Her sarcastic snipes amused him. So he gave her a little. “I’m old enough to know that my snuggling with you under this blanket probably isn’t a good idea.”
    “Why?”
    “Because now I really have to kiss you.”
    He did.
    Right now.
    Before she could protest, he angled her head so his lips could find hers. The darkness didn’t stop him. Neither did common sense. He could lie and say he did this as part of a plan to advance his cause, but really, he kissed her because he just couldn’t handle being this close to her and not touching.
    Her lips parted with a soft exhalation of surprise. He caught it and reveled in the warm breath, the essence of her mixing with his own. She tasted of the toothpaste she’d used to brush her teeth, still minty fresh, and yet, the spice at her core still managed to seep through.
    It made him hunger.
    He rolled her onto her back and partially covered her with his body, giving himself fuller access to her mouth. He plundered its soft recess, his tongue thrusting and sliding along hers while his hand skimmed the curves of her frame. To his groaning delight, she matched him for passion and ferocity.
    As she clumsily fumbled, but learning quickly, their teeth clashed, and harsh pants mingled. No tempest ever raged so tumultuously.
    Given her eager reception to his embrace, he gave in to another temptation. He allowed himself to cup the full breast he’d gotten hints of. It filled his hand. Spilled out of it. A perfect size.
    Fuck, did he want to wrap his lips around the fat nipple he bet topped it? A grand idea.
    He left the sweetness of her lips and grazed his way down the smooth column of her neck, noting the rapid flutter of her pulse. Encountering the collar, he was starkly reminded of