The Shadow of Moonlight (co-authored with Liz Andrews )
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Genre(s): Paranormal, Interracial

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 “So are you going to offer me something to drink?” Remy asked a little too brightly.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would imply you’re a welcomed guest.”

“Ouch.” She laughed, her full lips spreading wide in a big grin. Remy’s eyes sparkled with merriment and instead of standing and leaving, as a decent person would have, she settled back as if making herself right at home.

Jace would never get her. If he was nice to her, she ignored him. If he ignored her, she seemed not to care. But when he gave her shit, she seemed to love it. She was twisted.

“So you’ve done your duty, made your appearance to make sure I’m all hunky dory, so why aren’t you leaving?”

“Damn, talk about manners. No drink, practically throwing me out the door, you’re the Emily Post reject.” Remy bounced to her feet and headed toward the bar. Turning to glance over her shoulder she asked, “You want anything?”

Jace shook his head silently. He watched as she poured herself two fingers of his finest Scotch and drank it in one swallow. When she poured herself a second round, he decided enough was enough. Stepping behind her he pulled the glass out of her hands.

“Enough with the delay tactics, spill it. What’s the real reason you’re here?”

“I told you, just stopping by to see if things were cool after this morning.”

Fuck it. Picking up the glass, Jace downed the amber liquid as quickly as she had. “No, things aren’t cool. I don’t appreciate your attitude. In fact, it’s detrimental to the pack. Nico needs to take you in hand.”

Remy laughed. “Nah, he has Kimberly for that. He likes me right where I am, guarding his back.”

Jace grabbed her arm, pulling her in close. “Well someone needs to take you in hand and maybe I should be the one to do it.”

Instead of pulling away as he expected, Remy stared up at him silently, almost as if daring him to make a move so she could have the excuse to break his arm. “You think you can handle a she-wolf like me? Somehow I doubt it.”

Jace took the dare without thought, pushing her back against the edge of the bar and leaning over her menacingly. “Don’t push me.”

“Awww, is little Watcher Boy gonna get mad?”

“You need your ass spanked.”

Remy snorted derisively. “And you think you’re the man to do it?” Her emphasis on man riled his nerves. She knew he didn’t appreciate quips about his abilities as a Were kin and the words were too close to this morning’s name-calling.

“That’s it.” Jace bent his head, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss as he tried to shut out her insults. His tongue dueled with hers as they both fought for dominance in the embrace. He wasn’t willing to back down from this encounter. Although he’d lusted after Remy for years, always teasing and taunting her with sexual innuendo, they’d rarely touched, let alone ever kissed.

Pressing her body back against the bar he let Remy feel the evidence of his desire. His cock was always semi-erect in her presence, but at times such as these, when she fired his blood, he became rock hard at the thought of possessing her. Remy moaned into his mouth as he pressed against her, parting her legs slightly as if in acceptance of his body.

Breaking the kiss, Jace gasped for breath as Remy did the same. Her breasts heaved with the effort and Jace longed to see them bared, wanting to know the color and size of her nipples. Without thought, he reached out and began unfastening her shirt, slipping the buttons through the holes and slowly revealing her bare flesh to his gaze.

“What are you doing?” Remy’s voice was low and husky, no longer taunting, it held a hint of wonder in her question.

“Exactly what I want to do.” Jace pushed the blouse off her shoulders. He was shocked to realize instead of the utilitarian bra he expected to find, Remy was covered in pink lace. Pink. It was unbelievably girly and so unlike the Venator it made him smile. “Pink, Remy.”