Seducing The Wolf - By Marisa Chenery Page 0,44

read Beowulf and Grendel, so she knew that old story very well. "Beowulf and Grendel. You do realize I'm not going to be able to look at Beowulf and not think about that story. Gren is obviously no troll."

"No, he's not. He's just a werewolf gone bad."

"All right, let's do this then." Billie stepped out of Royce's arms. She then gathered up the food and started to put it back in the fridge.

"Let's do what?" Royce watched as she put each item away with regret. "I thought we were going to have something to eat."

"You're just as bad as my brothers. All you can think about is filling your stomach. We can pick something up on the way to my apartment. If you want me to move in, I'll move in. Today. Well, just my clothes today. We can move the rest of the stuff later."

"Are you sure you want to do this today? I thought you'd want to at least tell your landlord that you would be moving out first."

Billie waved his concern away with a flick of her hand. "Don't worry about him. My Dad is my landlord. He wanted to make sure when I moved out that I was living in a half decent neighborhood. So he bought the apartment and let me rent it from him."

Royce gave her a double take. "Did I hear you correctly? Did Miss I-can-take-care-of-myself just say she let her father buy an apartment for her to live in?"

"Ha ha. Very funny." Billie threw one of the cheese slices she still had in her hand at Royce's head. She grumbled under her breath when he caught it in midair.

"Werewolf reflexes are quicker and better than a mortal's, my love." To prove it he caught the second slice of cheese with his other hand.

"Is that so? I guess I'd better give up then since I'm so inferior to you." She turned as if she were going to finish putting the food away. When she heard Royce move closer, she quickly spun around and threw the tomato she held. Not expecting it, he didn't even try to catch it. She then cringed as it splattered across his face. The tomato had been a little too ripe. Seeds and juice ran down Royce's cheeks and dripped onto his shirt.

"So much for werewolf reflexes, huh?"

Royce used his hand to wipe the remains of the tomato off his face. "You do have a penchant for throwing food, don't you, Billie?"

She valiantly tried to hold back her laughter, but in the end she couldn't stop herself. The look of shock that had come over Royce's face when the tomato had hit had been priceless. As she started to laugh, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared at her. "I'm sorry. If only you could have seen your face."

"You think it's funny, do you? If I were you, instead of laughing, I'd be wondering right about now what I'm going to do to get you back."

Billie's laughter died. "What are you going to do?" She slowly started to inch around Royce as she headed for the kitchen doorway.

Like the wolf he was, he just as slowly stalked her. "I'm not sure yet. But I'll think of something."

As Royce lunged for her, Billie turned and ran out of the room. She only got as far as the living room before he caught up with her. Much to her dismay, Royce had her thrown over his shoulder before she realized his intention.

"I think I've lost count of the number of times I've seen Beowulf sling Roxie over his shoulder like this," Royce said. "I'm beginning to see the advantages of carrying one's mate around in this position. One, it's a good way to keep you subdued, and two, I have a wonderful view of your gorgeous bottom." Keeping a firm hold of her legs, he turned his head and bit her nearest butt cheek.

Billie shrieked with indignation. "That isn't fair."

"All is far in love and war," Royce said with a chuckle.

"I'll give you fair." She let herself hang further down on his back until she could grab a hold of the waistband of his jeans. She then started to tug on it.

"What exactly do you think you're doing back there?"

"I'm trying to give you a wedgie," Billie replied as she yanked harder on Royce's pants.

"You can pull as hard as you like, but it isn't going to work. I'd have to be wearing underwear to get a wedgie, which