Moon Shifter 02 - Primal Possession

human and she sure as hell wasn’t going to give him a second chance now that she was like him. Not that he’d actually asked for one. He’d just been calling a lot since her attack.
    Acting all concerned.
    Well, he could take his concern and shove it. She didn’tneed him or his help. She’d take care of her own problems the way she always had—by herself. Unfortunately, she couldn’t seem to keep her head on straight. For a brief moment back in the parking lot, she’d thought she scented Jayce but knew it had to be a figment of her imagination.
    “So how far from your place are we?” Self-loathing bubbled up inside her as she asked the question.
    Scott’s dark eyes glanced her way and he grinned before turning his gaze back to the road in front of him. “Not far, baby. Not far.”
    Baby
? She hated that term. Before she could dwell on it, she sniffed the air. Something sensual rolled off him and it took her a moment to realize it was lust. She was still getting used to tapping into her extrasensory abilities and deciphering one smell from another. This was like a sweet wine, clean and refreshing.
    It reminded her that even though she might not care about this guy or plan to see him again, he wasn’t a bad person, which was why she’d chosen him tonight. Before she’d been turned into a shifter she’d been a human but also a seer. Just like her mom. Back then she’d only been able to see the true faces of supernatural beings. She’d been able to see the wolves or jaguars or whatever kind of animal lurked beneath the surface of shifters. And with vamps, she’d been able to see their teeth and hunger for blood. After being turned into a shifter she could also see the truth of humans’ nature. It was a weird addition to her psychic abilities. With the ability to see the truth about people, she could see Scott’s “real” face, and he was just a horny guy looking to get laid. No darker intentions or freaky sexual proclivities.
    As they pulled into the driveway of a cottage-style house in a normal-looking middle-class neighborhood, she took another deep breath. She could do this. Couldn’t she?
    When he put the truck in park, she fought the growing dread inside her, moving like molasses, weighing her down and making it hard to breathe. With a numb hand she opened the door and slid out of the vehicle. The second her boots hit the pavement she knew she couldn’t go through with this. Not if she wanted to be able to look at herself in the mirror in the morning. One-night stands weren’t her style, and while shedesperately needed control in her life, the thought of this guy’s hands on her body made her nauseous. Not because he was bad-looking or gave her the wrong kind of vibes, but because she didn’t want this from a stranger. Not truly. As she started to walk around the truck to Scott’s side, she turned at the sound of a motorcycle pulling into the driveway behind them.
    Fury popped inside her at the sight of Jayce. Well, fury and something else she refused to define. It might have been relief but she wasn’t going to go there. Not tonight. Not when anger was so much easier.
    Stalking toward Jayce, she tried to keep her eyes from trailing down to those incredibly muscular legs as he slid off the bike. Didn’t matter that he was wearing jeans—she’d seen every inch of his naked body and the image was seared into her brain. He moved with such fluidity that it always amazed her.
    Even now, when she wanted to pummel him for having the audacity to follow her, she still had to admire the strength and power he radiated. He’d never be called handsome or even good-looking, but there was something dangerous about Jayce that was incredibly alluring. Without even trying, he exuded a raw sexuality that made women stand up and take notice. With his shaved head and a generally dark disposition, he had…a presence that refused to be ignored. The scar that crisscrossed over his left eye only added to his edginess. And he was directing all of that at her with a
very
heated stare.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” she practically shouted.
    Before he could answer, Scott was next to her—in front of her actually—partially blocking her from Jayce. “Can I help you, buddy?”
    Kat smiled haughtily at Jayce. At least Scott wasn’t a total wimp.
    But then Jayce trained his gaze on the other man. Jayce was scary when he wanted to be, and as she watched his normally gunmetal gray eyes turn to black,