This is the third book in bestselling author Jianne Carlo’s paranormal White Wolf Pack series.
Lizzie White denies her white wolf heritage, hightails it out of her claustrophobic hometown, gets a legal degree, and battles her way into the best Chicago securities firm. Determined to have a successful career, she works ninety-hour weeks and spurt-dates.
Lizzie’s white wolf instincts rear when she meets her firm’s most lucrative client, Chad MacTire. Slammed by ferocious lust, she decides to quit her job, move back home, and find her true alpha. But first she’s going to jump Chad’s bones and have the hookup of her life.
After his wolf father murders his mother and siblings when he’s thirteen, Chad brutally represses the beast in him. Adopted by Irish parents, he lives a “normal” life and only uses his wolf skills to launch and enhance his career as a corporate raider. Known as “Chainsaw Chad” by his hapless victims for the way he dissects conglomerates, Chad’s famous for his hookups with supermodels and starlets.
Then Lizzie White joins his takeover team. Stunned when he recognizes her as his mate, he fights her call and his wolf. After months of working eleven-hour days with her, he surrenders to the inevitable—she’s his mate and he will have her. But that doesn’t mean he’ll free his wolf.
Lizzie craves her alpha mate. Chad denies his wolf. Can this relationship work?
Chad sought to allay Lizzie’s anxiety. “I followed you to Decadence.”
“What?” Brows yanking in surprise, she gaped at him. Squinched her eyes closed and mumbled, “No. No.”
Dismay lanced her fervent plea.
His lips twitched, but he knew her temper would explode if she caught him smiling.
“Strange. You thought nothing of going to a BDSM club with the rest of the team. Yet, me being there at the same time makes you blush.”
Before that moment, he would’ve sworn that an entire body couldn’t blush.
“I don’t blush.” She tossed her head and strands of silky hair slid like quicksilver over his forearm somehow igniting his groin.
“True. If I’m not around. But, when I’m with you, you blush like a teenager.” He grinned when the color in her cheeks deepened. Unable to resist the siren temptation of her tousled blue-black curls, he played with the ringlets arranging a few thick strands around the undersides of her breast.
She hissed, her stare fixed to his fingers playing with her tits and hair. “How…how did you find out? That we were going to Decadence?”
He chuckled. “Come on. You know better than that. I know everything that happens with my team. I installed keyboard trackers on your laptops. You were absolutely correct to yell at Dave for emailing the directions to the club to your work address.”
“Keyboard trackers?” she barked, lobbing death-blow daggers at him.
“I protect mine own. You’re mine, Lizzie.” He plucked her rosy nipples, smiling in pure alpha satisfaction when the buds engorged into stiff peaks.
She wriggled her hips and thrust her chest upward.
“You were riveted to that Shibari scene with the Dom. But, you didn’t like it when he blindfolded the female.”
Her eyes had gone so wide all the corner crinkles stretched out. He followed the rapid rise and fall of her ribs and breathed in the musk threading through her fragrance pleased by her swift, passionate arousal.
“Oh.” The one breathy word filled with dawning comprehension.
“Exactly. You’re at my mercy, which is where you’ve always yearned to be. Isn’t that right? Have you fantasized about us together like this?”