SWAT: Special Wolf Alpha Team
By Paige Tyler
He’s in trouble with a capital T
There’s never been a female on the Dallas SWAT team and Senior Corporal Xander Riggs prefers it that way. The elite pack of alpha male wolfshifters is no place for a woman. But Khaki Blake is no ordinary woman.
When Khaki walks through the door attractive as hell and smelling like heaven, Xander doesn’t know what the heck to do. Worse, she’s put under his command and Xander’s protective instincts go on high alert. When things start heating up both on and off the clock, it’s almost impossible to keep their heads in the game and their hands off each other…
SWAT (Special Wolf Alpha Team) Series
Hungry Like the Wolf
In the Company of Wolves
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“Be gentle,” he said as she got a grip on his wrist and shoulder. “It’s my first time.”
“Somehow I have a hard time believing that.”
Laughing, she shoved him off balance with her hip and executed the flip move. Becker was only a couple pounds lighter than Hale, but he didn’t resist quite as much when she started to move. Maybe he was just better at being a practice dummy, or maybe he wasn’t as experienced as Hale, but regardless, Becker went over her hip and landed in the dirt with a thud.
She’d done it! She’d put down a guy that outweighed her by a hundred pounds without using her werewolf strength. She hadn’t done it as smoothly as Hale did, and she fell over Becker in the process, but hey, he was on the ground.
The guys applauded as she climbed to her feet and helped Becker up. She was about to ask him if he wanted to try again when she realized he was looking at her strangely. Then he leaned forward and sniffed her. What the hell?
“Why does your uniform smell like Xander?” he asked.
She froze as Max, Alex, and Hale moved closer, apparently wanting to confirm it.
. She was screwed. She and Xander were so busy showering separately to make sure their scents didn’t linger on one another, they never even thought about it rubbing off on each other’s clothes.
“Becker’s right,” Max said. “It smells like you and Xander have been rolling around on the floor together.”
Actually they had, but neither of them had been wearing clothes at the time.
“It does?” Hale frowned as he leaned in to sniff her uniform top. “I can’t smell anything.”
“That’s because your nose sucks, dude,” Becker said, then looked at Khaki. “What’d you and Xander do your laundry together or something?”
. That was exactly what they’d done. She’d spent the night at his place and tossed her clothes in the washer with his without thinking about it.
The guys were looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to answer. The problem was, she didn’t have a clue what to say.
She opened her mouth, not even sure what was going to come out, when Cooper spoke.
“You want to tell them, Khaki, or should I?”
Khaki’s heart stopped. Cooper knew. She didn’t know how, but he’d figured it out. And now, he was going to tell everyone.
She knew she should answer, but she wasn’t quite sure what to say. How did you just come out and admit you were sleeping with your squad leader?
She was still trying to decide if it would be best to just rip the bandage off all at once or drop the bombshell in small, bite-size pieces when Cooper decided she was taking too long.
“Khaki was practicing takedown moves with Xander this morning before you guys got here,” he said.
If she’d been at a loss about what to say before, she was absolutely speechless now. She hadn’t done anything that even looked like martial arts training with Xander this morning. Wrestling, maybe.
He met her gaze, his dark eyes unreadable. “You might as well admit it. You were trying to get in some advance practice so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself, right?”
Khaki had no idea why Cooper was covering for her and Xander, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Um, yeah.” She gave them a sheepish look. “I didn’t even know how to take a fall, so I asked Xander for some tips. I didn’t want to look like a complete idiot out here, at least any more of an idiot than I already do.”
Paige Tyler is the USA Today bestselling author of sexy, romantic fiction. She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kick-butt heroines who fall in love with them. Visit her at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com.