Page 59 of Wild Wolf

Jerome scowled at me, clearly not liking my tone. He thought himself an Alpha but in truth he was all Omega, a lone stronzo too big for his boots, howling at the moon as loudly as he could as if shouting and stomping his feet might force her to listen. So if he wanted to find out what would happen if he went up against me then I was ready but the truth was, I needed his help if I wanted this done quickly.

“There’s a job I need doing,” he said finally, his eyes cutting to Sin. “Someone important who is mouthing off and causing my organisation issues. I need him out of the way.”

“Sin needs to lay low until the heat of our escape dies down,” I growled. “Name another price.”

The air crackled with tension as Jerome’s coffee machine spat liquid into his cup with a hiss and a splutter.

“No,” Jerome said firmly, a challenge in his eyes which told me this wasn’t about the price; it was all above proving he still had some hold over Sin which I didn’t. He was swinging his dick around in an attempt to make me back off and bow to his command but that really wasn’t my style. Besides, my skin was prickling with some darkness which lurked beneath the surface of this pristine place and my moon senses were warning me not to back down for a moment. Something was off here and I’d never ignored the moon before.

“Fine,” I said and Jerome smirked triumphantly before I could go on. “We’ll do it another way. Come on, Sin. We’re leaving.”

Sin blinked in surprise, his head wheeling from me to Jerome then back again before he pushed off of the window he’d been leaning against and strode over to join me as I headed for the elevator.

“Sin,” Jerome growled, a low command to his voice but I spoke before my Incubus could.

“He doesn’t jump through your hoops anymore, Jerome,” I said tightly. “He’s not your little bitch boy and I’m not dancing to your tune either. You might think you’re all powerful up here in your tower but really you’re just a lonely man hissing orders to the wind while the moon laughs at your petulance.”

The elevator arrived and I stepped into it, Sin only hesitating a moment before following.

Jerome scowled furiously as the doors closed between us and Sin gave him a cheery wave before they shut out the sight of him entirely.

“I thought we needed him to find Roary’s Lion?” Sin questioned but my skin was still prickling with my gifts, telling me to find another way.

“The moon will help us,” I said firmly, my skin glimmering a little as if in confirmation of that and I smiled. “We don’t need him.”

Sin gave me a look which said he was clearly questioning my sanity. “So the moon decided to join the Daring Anacondas, did she?”

“I’m not sure. But my powers have never led me astray before. She led me to you, hides me from my enemies, hell, she even let me converse with the dead once or twice.”

“And what did death have to say to you, kitten?” Sin asked curiously as the elevator arrived in the sparkling foyer and we headed back out to the street.

“Oh where’s the fun in telling you that, amore mio?” I asked him with a smile. “Some secrets are best left beyond the grave.”

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

The day had passed me by like I was a hamster caught in a whirlwind. I was just a small rodent being tossed waywardly though the air as we returned to the Oscura household, ate the best food I’d ever tasted and played games with the pups until the early hours of the morning. I’d finally been lured away from an intense game of tag by Rosalie nibbling on my ear and that had been enough to draw me into an hour-long fuckfest with my girl and her mates before we’d finally passed into oblivion.

It felt like I’d only just fallen asleep when I was rudely awoken by an ass cheek driving into my hip, and it wasn’t the perfectly round kind I wanted to sink my teeth into. It belonged to a long-lost Lion who had taken up the middle of the bed with Rosalie while Ethan manned the other side of her. Now usually, I wasn’t averse to a more masculine ass cheek on occasion, but my heart was pounding tonight and it didn’t want anything or anyone but the girl currently being held captive between two donkey dicks.

I pushed to my feet, stalking to the end of the bed that was nowhere near big enough for the four of us – let alone Cain who was no doubt peeking in the window with a silent tear tracking down one cheek – not his ass cheek at least. I’d had enough of those unless they belonged to a feral Wolf with eyes as big as the moon and lips that could make rose petals wither with envy.

I snatched her ankle and yanked her out from between them like I was ripping a tablecloth out from under a bunch of items in my way. She squeaked in surprise, nearly hitting the floor, but I caught her and tossed her over my shoulder in the next second. Disgruntled shouts came from the other men who had claimed her, but I was already gone, kicking the door closed and taking the twisty-windy halls this way and that through the manor house so they couldn’t easily follow.

When I found an empty room – after opening several and causing a ruckus in the house – I finally carried Rosalie inside, ignoring her ongoing questions as to what the fuck I was doing.

I planted her ass down on a dressing table, stepping between her thighs and taking a kiss that silenced all of her words. Her hand coiled around my throat after indulging me a few moments, and I laughed headily as our mouths parted.

“Wanna be my dominatrix for the night?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

“I want to know why you stole me from my bed?” she asked.

“Too many cocks,” I stated. “I want you to myself for once. Or does our great Alpha not approve?”

Her fingers curled a little tighter around my neck and my smile grew. “Would you really let me play dominatrix with you?”

“I’d let you put on a strap-on and ride me raw if it pleased you, baby.”

“But is that what you want?” she pushed, her eyes narrowing.

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