Dawn of Le Wolf (For the Love of the Pack, Book 2)
Two days after her encounter with Fabien, Jenelle has an unusual fever, and she can't work out whether her explosive meeting with the gorgeous Frenchman was real or not. Fabien reappears and invites her to take the kind of chance she'd normally never risk with a stranger.
Warning: This 7,000-word erotic romance features one smoking hot French shifter and graphic sexual content. Over-18 advisory More
Two days after her encounter with Fabien, Jenelle has an unusual fever, and she can't work out whether her explosive meeting with the gorgeous Frenchman was real or a figment of her imagination. The experience of being alone in France while she feels so vulnerable terrifies her and she resolves to return to her old life in Seattle. But then Fabien reappears and invites her to take the kind of chance she'd normally never risk with a stranger, and there's only one decision she can make.
This is the second installment of the For the Love of the Pack series
Warning: This 7,000-word erotic romance short story features one smoking hot French wolf shifter and some extremely graphic sexual content. Not suitable for readers under 18.
Enjoy being here, I told myself. This is the last day you'll spend in Beziers.
Lost in thought, I ordered a cafe creme, a plain croissant and a pain au chocolat, ignoring the raised eyebrows of the waitress once she realized both pastries were for me.
When they arrived, I fell on the pain au chocolat hungrily, tearing at the buttery pastry, which tasted better than anything I had tasted in my life. I was so absorbed that the scrape of a chair being pulled away from the table made me jump.
My heart jolted as I recognized him. Fabien. If I had imagined him as the most beautiful man I had ever seen, the reality was even more so. Unable to help myself, I mentally undressed him, wondering what his hard-muscled torso would look like under his black T-shirt. His eyes were green like the green of the sea under a stormy sky, interspersed with little chips of amber. His face was more stubbly than it had been two days ago: a golden shadow like a cut wheatfield.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered. "I didn't phone you. You are stalking me."
And there it was again: a look not of anger, but of hurt.
"I told you before, Jenelle, I would never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. You phoned me. How could you not remember that?"
A sick feeling rose inside me as something half-remembered played around the edges of my memory.
"Did I?" I wasn't sure what to believe. He seemed genuine enough, but I remembered the visual tricks he had played on me and I felt uncomfortable. He was a master game-player. Either that or... but I could not bring myself to admit that the 'or' was possible.
"You called me yesterday," he continued. "You told me where you were staying, and the line went dead before we could arrange to meet. So I have been waiting in the neighborhood to see if you would appear."
"I didn't see you arrive. You mean, you've just been cruising the streets near the hotel on the off chance you would see me. Why didn't you call me back?"
"It is not important. You did not sound well and I did not want to put pressure on you. I knew I would see you again."
I could not tear my eyes away from the curve of his full lips and the tips of his perfectly white teeth.
"Fabien, what do you want from me?" I sighed. "Haven't I already given you what you wanted? You had your little piece of fun with the tourist, so why are you following me? Besides, I'm leaving town today. I've decided to go home. Things haven't worked out for me the way I hoped, and I'm going to call it quits.
"I haven't been well, and my money's starting to run out. If I leave now, it will be with the remains of my sanity and my savings intact."
He looked wounded.
"About the illness," he said earnestly. "There is a reason for it. But it will pass. I will need to explain something to you..."