Oh, shit.

“Looking for me?”

Miki squealed and spun around to see the outline of Conall’s body standing behind her. She could barely see him in the dark, but she could see those glinting eyes reflecting the light from her room.

“Uh…Conall. Um…before we jump to any conclusions…”

He stepped toward her and she backed away. “You mean the conclusion that you drugged me and then ran out?”

“Yeah. That conclusion.” Okay. No reason to panic. Conall wouldn’t hurt her. Would he? No. Not Conall. Of course, he did look seriously pissed.

“Do you realize you could have killed me? You don’t know how our bodies work. You don’t know what you are doing.”

“I knew enough to make a good judgment call.” Of course, Conall had woken up way before he should have. So how good a judgment call could it have been?

He still came toward her and she still backed away. Now that her eyes had become accustomed to the dark, she could see exactly how pissed he was. And he was really pissed. He looked like the marauding Viking she’d been accusing him of being. “You’re making ‘judgment calls’ about my life?”

Okay. That was a good point. She put on her soothing voice. “You know, Conall…”

“Don’t try and placate me, Miki. Just don’t.” His voice remained calm, which made her much more nervous than if he were yelling at her.

Miki felt the back of her legs hit the bed. Conall blocked her way to the door, so she went up on the bed and over it. She stood on one side, he on the other.

Since soothing and placating didn’t seem to be working, she decided to just be herself. “You started this shit. I told you to stay out of my life and you thought you could handle it. Guess you were wrong.”

“You are such a little bitch.”

“Oh, that’s a news flash!”

His eyes narrowed and she realized they weren’t merely glinting from the light. His eyes had shifted. He was so pissed his eyes looked just like a wolf’s. Probably not a good thing.

“You keep moving away from me, Mik. Why is that?”

“’Cause I’m not an idiot.”

“Really?”

She figured he’d come across the bed for her. But instead, he grabbed the headboard with his left hand and with one good yank, tossed the entire bed across the room. The fact that the frame had been bolted to the wall and floor was not lost on her.

Holy shit…

Conall walked toward her, closing the space between them. She backed away until she found herself up against the wall. He moved in front of her, placing his arms on either side of her body, his palms resting flat beside her shoulders. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared up at him.

“What? What!”

“You just took this to a whole new level.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“That the gloves are off.”

“Oh, I’m quaking.”

His wolf eyes swept up and down her body once. But in that one gaze, it was like he’d ripped off all her clothes. To her surprise, it wasn’t really an unpleasant feeling. “You will be.”

“Bring it on, Viking. I do so love a challenge.”

He smiled and it took all her strength not to run for her life. His incisors had extended. He had wolf eyes and fangs. So not a good thing.

“You really think you can handle me, baby?”

No. But she wasn’t about to tell him that. “Already I’m bored.”

With a snarl, he grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up against the wall. Then his mouth was on hers. It was a vicious kiss. One that drew blood when his fangs grazed against her lips. But she didn’t care. Not when she was experiencing the most amazing adrenaline rush of her life.

His tongue slid into her mouth and she tasted him and her own blood. At first, she didn’t know what to do. But then it was like her body had a will of its own. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands were under Conall’s T-shirt, running over all that smooth, hard skin packed with tight muscles, and settling on those narrow hips. She felt his hands under her shirt and on her breasts, her bra torn apart in one pull.

For that moment, her friends, her dissertation, Troy, her attempts to dispute the Pythagorean Theorem, all forgotten. Instead, she couldn’t think past Conall touching her. He felt so good next to her skin. She wanted to be naked and she wanted this man inside her. And it seemed Conall had the same idea. His hand reached under her short denim skirt and snatched off her panties.

She dug her fingers into his hair and groaned into his mouth as he gripped her ass tight. She was sure she felt his claws just beneath his skin, but he hadn’t let them loose. Yet.

He stopped kissing her so he could attack her neck. She wondered whether he’d mark her or not. Normally, she’d fight that. She knew from Sara what it meant. But at the moment, rational thought didn’t exist for her. Especially once that mouth of his moved down to her breast and she felt his fangs graze across her nipple. Her whole body jerked violently and she gripped him tighter.

Conall undid his jeans and had them and his boxers around his ankles. Miki could feel the heat from his erection as it pressed against her. She knew she should stop him. If for no other reason than to tell him to put a condom on. But she was lost. Hopelessly lost.

Then the knock on the door came. She and Conall froze.

“Hey, Miki?” Craig’s voice. Oh, shit.