Page 78 of Wolf's Gambit

Cannon’s lips skimmed my neck, and his teeth nipped at my earlobe. “Tell me to stop,” he breathed, his hand sliding down my side, cupping my ass cheek. “Tell me,” he whispered. His plea made me weak. He lifted his hand from my ass, sliding under the elastic of my underwear, gripping bare flesh.

“I…” I couldn’t think. I didn’t want him to stop.

His mouth hovered over mine. Deep green eyes looked into mine. “Stop me, pup.”

I lifted onto my tiptoes, deciding for him, but he jerked back, releasing me suddenly.

“You good here?” Royce asked suspiciously as he approached the cell.

“No,” Cannon growled, stepping back. “I need a minute.”

He barged past Royce and the newcomer, leaving me red-faced, out of breath, and incredibly horny, which every male in the room could scent.

Fuck my life.

CHAPTER 21

Kezia

“Hi.”

The older man looked at me and then over his shoulder at the door the alpha had just stormed out of. “Hello,” he spoke with a slight accent. He looked at Royce and jerked his head to the open cell door. “Shall we?”

Royce looked at the door, and then with a sigh, he looked at me.

“I won’t bite,” I promised.

“I don’t care if you bite me,” Royce said with an eye roll. “You try and shift, and I’ll defend myself.”

I blinked back the sudden wetness in my eyes. “I’ve never…” Clearing my throat, I grabbed my composure, dragged it up from the depths of my soul, and held my head high. “I’ve never attacked a shifter. I’ve never fought pack.”

Royce nodded once, and he and the guy named Doc entered my cell.

I stepped back immediately, my hands held up in warning. “You smell weird,” I told the newcomer. “What are you?” I sniffed the air. “You’re…human?”

“Eh, no. Kind of.” He grinned at me. “Are any of us in this room human?”

I sniffed again. “Right now? I don’t know what you are. What are you?”

Mutant.

“My wolf says you’re a mutant.” I flinched at the harshness of my voice. “Sorry, that’s…really rude.” I glared at her, and she sniffed in return.

“Mutant?” He grinned. “Says the wolf shifter?” He was older-looking than Royce, and I put Royce at mid-thirties in human years. In shifter years, he could be anywhere between fifty and two hundred. His hair was dirty blond, and his goatee was weird but suited him. A slight frame and no visible muscle that I could see, he looked harmless.

He didn’t smell harmless.

What is he? What’s a mutant?

Half-breed.

I looked at him again. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” He took a step forward. “I’m Mal,” he told me, offering me his hand. “Most people here call me Doc.”

I reached to take his hand when Royce knocked his away. “Hey!” I protested.

“Just don’t touch her,” Royce mumbled, his eyes flicking nervously to the door.

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