He’d forced the door open and leapt to her bed as the last ounce of restraint left him. She’d muffled her scream, clamping her hand to her mouth, eyes wide, body shaking. He breathed her in. Fear…arousal…mine. When she scrambled from the bed, he followed her, jumping down gracefully and stalking slowly. She pressed herself against the wall as she inched toward the bathroom. He liked to chase, wanted her to run, so he bared his fangs and gave a low, guttural growl. She froze, hands pressed flat against the wall, eyes darting from one door to the next. Three possible exits. He growled again and made as if he was going to lunge. That got her moving. She darted right, then quickly doubled back, over the bed and headed for the door. He bolted after her, over the bed in one leap and beat her there, blocking that exit and baring his fangs. With a squeal, she skidded to a stop, spun and ran the other way, and headed for the adjoining door. He caught up quickly, nipped her ankle so she stumbled.
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