Page 75 of Craved By a Wolf

Relief washed across Mort’s face as he raked long fingers through his blond hair.

Hella was bored and couldn’t resist rattling him a little more. She ran a slow, leisurely look over him from head to toe, and purred, “It is a shame you’re an incubus and off the menu. You’re almost as handsome as Fenix.” She looked at Rane and then Fenix, and finally settled her gaze on Tiny. “This would have been a dream come true once if you all weren’t incubi.”

Fenix did a perfect imitation of her and rolled his eyes. Mort and Tiny tensed as one, their eyes gaining gold and blue swirling flakes as they both stared at her. A blush climbed Tiny’s cheeks and he quickly sat down, covering his lap with a book.

Rane just sighed and continued to stare out of the window.

Until a feral, booming howl of rage shook the house, causing all three of the younger incubi to tense and whip around to face the door.

Hella tensed with them, her heart lodging in her throat as she cursed herself for teasing Mort and the others. She should have known MacKinnon was listening, that he hadn’t dozed off as part of her had expected and would be angry if he heard her flirting with other men. Not only that, but her careless words had probably just given him ammunition to use against her. He had presumed she was going to come down and fraternise with the incubi and now she had openly talked about bedding them.

Fenix flicked her a very unimpressed look and muttered, “I think he heard you.”

She tried to shrug it off, but her shoulders were too stiff and she couldn’t relax enough to pull off the calm, uncaring look. Fenix’s green eyes narrowed on her and she had that feeling again, the one that said he wanted to pull her aside and talk to her about MacKinnon.

That he knew she had feelings for the wolf and was having a hard time dealing with them.

Banging and creaking came from upstairs, drawing everyone’s gazes there, and she grimaced as something smashed and wood snapped. This was the reaction she had expected from MacKinnon when she had locked him in the room, and now that he was on a rampage, destroying everything in sight, she felt as terrible as she had imagined she would.

Fenix gave her a pointed look, one that ordered her to go and deal with her wolf.

Hella shot to her feet as something slammed into the floor above her and dropped her book on the seat of her armchair.

She flinched as glass smashed, her heart rushing in her ears, and fidgeted with smoothing her skirt down, trying to look calm and fooling no one judging by how Fenix looked at her.

She waggled her finger towards the door. “I’ll… um… I’ll just go and calm him down.”

She hurried to it and pulled it open.

And just as it closed behind her, she heard Mort speaking.

“Is she going to fuck him? Because you said no sex in the den.”

No. She wasn’t going to screw MacKinnon.

A vicious howl echoed around her and she shivered as she felt the possession in it.

Her blood heated against her will.

Her body came alive.

Fine. If he kept howling like that, she might have trouble resisting the urge to climb him like a tree and make him howl for a different reason.

She raced up the stairs, trying to gather her confidence so she could use it as a shield, making sure he didn’t see how flustered she was and how sorry she was about what she had done.

Or how badly she needed him.

She didn’t care that he was furious. She didn’t care that he was throwing a tantrum. She didn’t care that he was all growly because she had teased another male within earshot of him. She didn’t care that she had turned him into a beast again, howling and snarling in a possessive way. She didn’t like that he was possessive.

Not at all.

She stopped in front of their room and schooled her features.

Pushed the door open.

MacKinnon swung towards her, his dark hair wild and his broad chest heaving, his lips pulled back off his enormous fangs as he breathed hard. His eyes were pure gold as they landed on her.

Pure possession.

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