Panther’s Passion

Excerpt

Seeing a slight movement, one he knew only he and his packmates would have seen, he stayed low and moved around the side of several bushes, shocked to his core to see that someone was in the process of climbing out a window, a window in the house his men were currently searching.

Straightening, and confident the intruder wouldn’t see him in the darkness, Sam moved closer.

Instinctively keeping to the shadows, Sam continued to silently close in on her, smiling at the smooth way she came out of the window and the efficiently in closing it again without a sound.

She moved like a thief, and her scent was driving him wild.

Determined to catch her, he slid his earpiece from his ear and stuck it in a pocket.

Curious now, he waited to see which way she would move, and when she started in the other direction, he followed her.

To his surprise, she suddenly stilled and turned around, as if sensing him.

Just as she did, a sudden breeze blew her scent to him, much stronger than before.

His cock throbbed with the need to take her, and he hadn’t even seen her face.

His mate!

He’d waited forever to find her, but he hadn’t anticipated how strongly finding her would affect his senses.

His skin tightened, the awareness making everything sharper, crisper, and filling him with a sense of masculine possessiveness that he’d never experienced before.

The need to claim his mate, cover her body with his and take her hard and fast, the need to imprint himself on her and brand her as his own overwhelming.

Her scent, so sweet and enticing, drew him like a magnet, the feminine, erotic scent of it filling his senses.

His packmates had warned them all, but words couldn’t come close to describing what meeting his mate felt like.

Now, he faced the challenge of making her his.

Dressed all in black, she looked mysterious and dangerous, and he wanted nothing more than to explore the curves molded lovingly in the black jumpsuit.

He stilled, breathing in deeply, the most incredible scent he’d ever experienced shocking him to his core, filling him with a sense of urgency.

Of relief.

Of purpose.

And a possessiveness that couldn’t be ignored.

He’d found his mate.

He still couldn’t believe it, part of him convinced that it would never happen.

Not about to let her get away, he moved faster, catching her against him with an arm around her waist. Lifting her from her feet, he pressed his face against her neck and whipped off the mask similar to the one he wore, revealing a mass of blonde hair that had been restrained in a messy ponytail. “What were you doing in there?”

Her breath hitched, an enticing sound that he looked forward to hearing in the bedroom. “None of your business.”

He knew she had to feel his cock pressing against her lower back, her defiance arousing him even more, something he hadn’t believed possible.

He absolutely ached to take her.

Lowering her to her feet, he kept a hand wrapped around her wrist to keep her from taking off and pointed to the letters emblazoned across his chest.

She gasped and lifted her gaze to his. “FBI? Shit.”

Stunning.

Blonde hair framed a face that kept him transfixed. Her delicate features, almond-shaped eyes that appeared in the faint light to be blue, a dainty nose, and lips that begged to be kissed held him enthralled.

“You broke into that house. Wearing gloves. I can arrest you.” He heard the huskiness in his tone, but need made it impossible to control it.

The image of strip searching her rose in his mind, telling him just how far he was gone.

“Shit.”

“That’s quite a vocabulary you have there. What’s your name?”

Mesmerized by his eyes, a glittering blue that did strange things to her stomach, she found she had to swallow before answering. “Sherry. You can’t prove that I broke in.”

“I watched you come out. What’s your last name?”

“What’s your name?”

“Special Agent Sam Young. What were you doing in there? Are you a friend of his? His girlfriend?” He kept glancing toward the house and looked down at his earpiece, closing it in his hand so his agents wouldn’t hear him.

Sherry snorted. “Hardly.” She made a quick decision. “Tell your men to look under the shoe rack in his closet. He has sex tapes, and he’s blackmailing women and cops.”

He pulled down his mask, revealing a strongly masculine face that somehow managed to be beautiful despite the harsh lines. “Christ. That explains a lot.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re the one who turned off his alarm, aren’t you?”

Sherry shrugged and grinned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Your men should turn it back on before they leave.”

“You’re coming with me. I’ve got some questions for you.”

Sherry wanted Larry to get everything coming to him, but she didn’t want the FBI to know anything about her sister. “I can’t. Please. I’ll meet you at Joe’s Diner at midnight.”

After several long seconds, the agent nodded. “I’ll be there. Don’t stand me up.” He slid in his earpiece. “I’ll be right there.” He gave Sherry a look as he continued to talk to whoever spoke to him through the earpiece. “I thought I heard something and came to check it out. Look in his closet. Check for a hidden compartment under his shoes.”

When Sherry pulled her cap back on, pulled it down over her face, and turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist.

His eyes narrowed. “Be there. If I have to track you down, I won’t be as nice.”

Looking into his eyes, she tried to ignore the shivers that went up her arm, her breasts still warm and tingling from the muscular forearm they’d rested on when he’d held her against him. “I will.”