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Grizzly shifter Bryce will have to battle for his mate.
Tiger shifter Parker has been trying to deny the draw of his mate, but fate has other ideas.
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Excerpt from Ruthless Fighter
She was down to her bra and underwear when someone banged loudly at her front door. She marched to the door and sniffed the air, trying to get a hint of who it might be.
She smelled a tiger.
Was he messing with her? Why? Shaking her head, she pulled the door open. "What?"
Parker stood in front of her, his amber eyes glittering with anger. His jaw looked hard, like he was clenching it. "Did you throw rocks at my cabin?"
She held back a laugh and gave him a sweet smile. "Oh, sorry, did I disturb somebody's beauty rest?"
A low growl came from his chest. Kayla stepped back, suddenly remembering that she wasn't wearing all of her clothes. Nudity wasn't really an issue, especially since he very obviously didn't see her in any kind of sexual way, but she felt exposed all of a sudden.
"What's your problem?" Parker asked in a low voice.
His voice was rough like always, like a cat's tongue. Chills erupted over her body at the sound of it. What she wouldn't have given, just a few weeks ago, to hear that voice winding around her in the dark.
She put the imaginary leash on her inner wolf. No time for gamboling flights of fancy.
"My problem is that you don't respect the work I put in." She tried to inject as much venom as possible into her words. Then she added in a sweeter tone, "Also? You're an asshole."
His mouth fell open slightly, as if she'd surprised him. Good. But he recovered quickly, straightening up to his full height. He crowded her against the door frame.
Holy shit. He was huge. Her eyes were level with his chest. This was unfair—he was at an advantage. He was tall, and he had clothes on. Kayla's heart beat wildly in her chest, and her inner wolf strained at that mental leash, desperate to construct new fantasies.
"You're so sure you're right, then?" he asked.
"Heck yeah," she said. She didn't sound half as brave as she wanted to sound. In fact, she sounded more lusty than anything. And that was hardly fair. But Parker's proximity was igniting some very strong feelings, most of them originating from within the silk of her panties.
"Then maybe we should make a bet," he said.
She looked up into his hard, unyielding face. "Fine, let's make a bet. Because we won't find that sphere in the ravine. If I win, you have to..."
She thought for a moment. What was the worst thing for him? She remembered one night, a couple of months back, when Parker, Kayla, and a few of the other RCCers had gone to a club in Montlake, about forty minutes away. Everyone had been dancing—everyone except for Parker. What a boring stick in the mud.
"I got it," she said. "If I win, you have to go to that club in Montlake with me tomorrow night. And you have to dance."
"Fine." His amber eyes didn't even blink. "And if I win, do you know what you have to do?"
She inhaled a shaky breath. He was so close, she could feel the heat of him warming her to the core. If she leaned forward maybe half an inch, she could lick his pec through his t-shirt. If he wanted, he could pick her right up and press her into the door, and she'd wrap her legs around him and she would ride him like—
She reclaimed that leash on her inner wolf and shook her head. "Fine, what? What do I have to do if we find the sphere in the ravine?"
Maybe she'd have to kiss him. Maybe she'd have to spend the night with him. From the way he was looking at her, she wouldn't be surprised if he suggested something like that.
He smirked. Did he know what she had been thinking?
Then he said, "If I win, you have to remain completely silent. For twenty-four hours."
She pulled her hand back to slug his arm, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed her even harder against the door. He was hard—everywhere. If she wasn't mistaken, that was his boner pressing into her stomach.
Reluctantly, she let him step back. He turned around and left her half naked in her doorway.
Shaking, Kayla closed the door and leaned against it, facing her bright, shiny cabin. In about three seconds it was going to be her solo fantasy suite. But first, she opened her front door. Parker was walking back to his cabin.
"You know," she called at his retreating back, "I still think you're an asshole."