Page 37 of Moonlighting with the Werewolf

I snagged her hand and slipped my fingers between hers. “No, you’re not. I asked the impossible of you, and you took iton anyway. That head of yours contains one of the sexiest brains I’ve ever seen. Or I guess I haven’t technically seen it, but you get what I’m saying.”

A smile spread across her face, lighting her gray eyes and adding a glow to her features. “Well, I had to jump on in, since if I waited for you to add a ‘please,’ I’d be waiting all day.”

“Likely all year,” I teased back, and if one of my pack members wasn’t next to me fighting for his life, I’d pull Kerrigan into my arms, inhale her skin, and kiss the lips I was becoming obsessed with.

“I only hope you’ll remember all that when your people want to string me up for not bowing and gobbling up every word you say, like some starving, doe-eyed groupie.”

“You can be my groupie any day.”

“Nah. You can be mine.”

I chuckled, desire mingling with the swell of admiration. “That can be arranged. In private, anyway. Can’t lose my forest cred.”

Kerrigan snorted a laugh. “Forest cred. Good one, Alpha.”

Heat surged, a low rattle of satisfaction rumbling through my chest. As much as I enjoyed all the ways she challenged me, hearing that from her lips was a hell of a turn-on.

The tips of her hair brushed my arm as she finished securing the tape to the needle and tube. “You’d better behave. If you keep growling, I’ll fit you with a cone of shame.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Using my grip on her hand, I tugged her onto my lap. If we were going to have to sit here for a few minutes waiting for the bag to fill, we might as well make the most of it.

I inhaled as I dragged my nose across her cheek. Then I buried my head in the crook of her neck and sucked in more of her scent.

A tiny squeal came out as she squirmed, and thanks to the added friction, my pants were growing too tight in record time. “Are you...sniffing me?”

“Yes, yes, I am. You smell really fucking good, too.” With her unique aroma invading my senses, the rest of the world took a backseat. The tip of my tongue darted out for a tiny taste, and as she melted against me, the sweet tang of her arousal swirled into the mix.

Kerrigan tilted her head, allowing me better access. “You realize it’s a little odd tostartwith sniffing, right?”

“Mmm.” I licked up the column of her neck and nipped at her jaw. “It’s how we do things in the animal kingdom, and you definitely bring out my inner beast.”

“Carry on, then,” she uttered throatily. She lifted her feet from either side of the chair, tucking up her legs in a way that shifted her weight forward. Her moan filled the space between us as she slid into place—might as well go ahead and dub it Kerrigan’s spot, from this moment forward.

I lavished attention on the other side of her neck, licking, kissing, and sucking, and then lifted my head so that our faces aligned. I slid my hands into her back pockets, groping and bringing her tighter against me, as I angled my mouth over hers.

A loud knock echoed through the room, and Kerrigan sprang away as if we were teenagers who’d been caught by her parents. The movement yanked at the needle in my arm and caused a sharp twinge to shoot through my elbow, but thanks to her taping job, it didn’t slide free.

As she hastened to greet whoever I might have to kill for the interruption, she tripped over the leg of the chair. My free arm darted out, snagging her around the waist to steady her. I imagined we made quite the sight as I stood, half in and half out of the chair, straining to prevent her from falling without yanking the tube out of my other arm.

“Sorry, sir,” Sasquatch said, his voice as expressionless as his face. “Nissa and Tyrese have returned and request an audience with you.”

“Send them in.” I quickly readjusted my crotch, sighing my regret at the deflating despite it being necessary. Two seconds around Kerrigan, and my dick acted as though it’d gone without for years.

Nissa and Tyrese kept a couple of feet between them as they stepped inside the room, uber professional to the point had I not been privy to the fact the two were married, I never would’ve guessed. As much as I bragged about my self-control, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pass by my woman without a reaction.

Hell, I’d only been in the room with Kerrigan for a half hour or so, with all of five whole minutes to ourselves, andthat’d been too long to go without reaching for her.

“Boss.” Nissa dipped her head, her mouth pressing into a tight, disapproving line as she glanced from me to Kerrigan. Obviously, she could sense they’d interrupted something, and if we’d done that shitty of a job of hiding the evidence, Kerrigan might as well return to my lap.

I cleared my throat. “I believe you two met the night Dr. Ryan performed surgery to repair my broken ribs and punctured lung, but allow me to properly introduce you. Kerrigan, meet my beta, Nissa Jones. Nissa, Dr. Kerrigan Ryan.”

Kerrigan extended her hand, switching to an awkward wave after the move wasn’t reciprocated. “Nice to meet you. Again. Or officially or whatever.” The cheery tone meant she was trying her best, while my number two didn’t soften even after I gave her serious stink-eye. I could turn on the alpha glare, but Nissa would despise me for forcing her hand, and Kerrigan would see that I’d had to. In female matters such as these, I’d learned it was better not to intrude.

“I didn’t notice the other night that you’re expecting,” Kerrigan said. “Congratulations! Boy or girl?”

Nissa’s hands went protectively to her stomach. “I don’t know.”

A crinkle of concern formed between Kerrigan’s eyebrows. “How far along are you? No ultrasound yet? Or do you want it to be a surprise? There’s also the gender-neutral route, of course, which more and more people are choosing nowadays, as scientific studies show?—”

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