Chapter 1
Lucas Simone paced the confines of the eight-by-twelve foot jail cell, a snarl on his lips. The wolf within howled with rage, and the man that the world generally saw, well, he felt more than a little pissed, too.
Collared for a murder he hadn’t committed. Talk about shit-luck. Yeah, Lucas had played on the wild side, he’d even killed before, and the bastards had more than deserved the death he’d given them.
But this time, for this crime, he was innocent. Right. Like the cops would buy that story.
His hands tightened around the bars. If he wanted, he could rip those bars apart, and if they didn’t let him out soon, he would. “I want my lawyer! Now!” His pack had to know where he was. A leader didn’t just vanish, and if he didn’t make contact with them soon, Lucas wasn’t exactly sure what would happen.
Probably hell on earth . . . or wolves running wild in LA, which, yeah, that equaled hell on earth. Especially if he wasn’t there to keep the wilder wolves on their leashes.
Everyone already knew that wolf shifters had a tendency to dance on the edge of sanity. Once those leashes were gone . . . hello, hell.
The bars beneath his fingers began to bend as the rage swelled inside him.
A human was dead. Tossed on his doorstep like garbage.
Not my kill.
Because Lucas had a rule. Just one. Don’t attack the weak.
As far as he was concerned, there wasn’t any being weaker than a human.
“Guard!” His teeth burned as they lengthened in his mouth. No more f**king nice wolf. He was getting out, one way or another. The metal bars groaned within his grasp.
“Simone!” Not the guard’s voice. The dumbass detective who’d brought him in for “questioning.” Only he hadn’t been questioned. The cop had just thrown his ass into a cage.
Lucas’s kind didn’t do so well with cages.
He’d make sure the detective didn’t make the same mistake again.
His eyes lifted, tracked to the left to meet that beady gray stare—
And instead got caught by a pair of green eyes.
His nostrils flared. The woman stood behind the detective, a slight frown between her brows. She was tall, curved just the way he wanted a woman to be, with sensual, full br**sts and hips that would let a guy hold on tight for a wild ride.
Pretty face. Straight nose, tilted just a bit on the end—kinda cute. A light spray of freckles across her high cheekbones. Sexy red lips. Jaw that was a bit stubborn.
And gorgeous hair. A thick mane of dark, dark brown hair that curled around her face.
Her stare widened as he gazed at her. She licked her lips, a quick swipe of her tongue.
His c**k began to swell, an immediate and instinctive response, even as suspicion rose within him. What was the sexy little human doing at his cell? Was she another cop? A lawyer?
Her eyes—the greenest he’d ever seen—stayed locked on his. That emerald stare didn’t waver at all. Not even to glance toward the right, to lock on the jagged remains of his ear.
Most women looked. Like they couldn’t help it. Looked, flinched. So did the men.
Lucas had never really given a damn. The top of his ear had been ripped off years ago in the worst fight of his life. He’d been ten at the time.
But she didn’t look.
A guard came scurrying into the holding area, keys loose and jingling in his right hand.
“Get him out.” The order came from Detective Dickhead.
Lucas let go of the bars, even as he tried to chain the beast that demanded he lunge for the ass’s throat.
Playing it civilized sucked.
The door opened seconds later with a harsh moan.
The woman smiled—with her lips, not her eyes. “Lover . . .” A sexy purr of sound.
He felt that purr run the length of his body, even as the lie burned in his mind. He knew he’d never been this lady’s lover.
Not yet, anyway.
“You’re free to go, Romeo,” Detective Dickhead drawled. “Your lady gave you an alibi for last night, one that we were able to back up with accounts from three other witnesses.”
Bullshit.
Last night, he’d gone running solo. He’d let the wolf out so that he could howl and hunt as much as he wanted.
He’d come home with the taste of blood on his tongue, and then he’d found blood staining his front steps.
Lucas rolled his shoulders, trying to force the tension back, and stalked out of the cage. Then she was in his arms. Throwing herself against him. Wrapping slender arms around his neck and pressing her mouth to his.
Lucas wasn’t a stupid man. If a sexy woman wanted to plaster her curves against him, he wasn’t gonna argue.
But he was most certainly gonna take.
His hands lifted, caught her, locked right around the firm flare of her ass, and he pressed her closer. His mouth took hers, his tongue plunged deep.
Oh, but she tasted sweet.
Not the wild tang of his kind. Women who could shift into the powerful form of a beast usually tasted like aged wine.
She tasted like candy.
He’d always had a sweet tooth.
Her tongue moved against his, soft strokes, like a kitten, licking. A moan trembled in her throat.
His c**k strained against the front of his jeans. Okay, so he didn’t know who she was. Not gonna stop him. Because he’d sure like to screw h—
“Ahem.” Dickhead again.
The woman in his arms stiffened.
For show. He knew she hadn’t forgotten the detective’s presence. And neither had he. Lucas just hadn’t given a damn that they were being observed.
“Sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” Her voice was husky, sexual. Like a silken stroke right over his groin.
“No problem, babe.” He curved his fingers under her chin. Two could play. He saw the small tremor that shook her, and he smiled. Deliberately, he let her see the sharp edge of his teeth. Way sharper than a human’s.
But no fear flashed in her eyes.
Interesting.
The lady knew the score, he’d stake his pack’s reputation on that fact. She knew he wasn’t human. Probably knew exactly what he was.
And she was still coming to his aid.
Now, as a rule, Lucas didn’t believe that people were good. No, he knew they were more apt to be influenced by the devil than any pure motivation, so he figured the lady had an angle.
“The Los Angeles police department apologizes for any inconvenience,” the nasal voice of Dickhead told him.
Lucas released the woman. Gently, he pushed her to the side. His eyes narrowed as he cocked his head and waited for Dickhead to finish.
“Of course, you have a known history of affiliation with certain—”