Page 29 of Moonlighting with the Werewolf

The jerk chuckled as he held up a hand to Sasquatch. “It’s okay. As for you...” Conall planted a hand on my ass. “I was going to say you made me work plenty hard before you stopped hurling insults at me.” The twinkle in his eye claimed opposite, and at the thought of his large hand and long fingers on me, my body automatically took his side.

A door opened at the end of the hall, and a woman with bright purple hair stuck her head out of it. “Boss. Everyone’s ready and waitin—Kerrigan! Hi!” Gina waved as if we’d crossed paths in the grocery store, just two local gals out for a casual stroll down the food aisles. “Sorry about the other night, by the way.”

“You’re a werewolf?” A question that didn’t need to be asked, yet I’d blurted it out anyway.

“Last I checked. It’s why, even though I was totally enjoying our chat, your question threw me for a loop. I wasn’t surewhyyou were asking about Conall. Then he showed up, and girl, I wanted to warn you so bad, but?—”

“What’s the holdup?” Another female voice eclipsed Gina’s words. “We don’t have all night.” The woman who’d shown up at my house with Elias stepped into the hallway and tapped an impatient foot, saying a lot without saying anything at all.

Conall’s eyes returned to mine, a question swimming in the brown, although it was more of a request. Not an actual please, but likely as much as he gave.

“Okay, I’ll go with Sasquatch.” Yeah, that was a sentence I’d just uttered. What even was my life right now? “But he’ll needto escort me to the carnival grounds, since that’s where I left my car.”

“Drop her off and follow her home,” Conall told Sasquatch, his words clipped, no wiggle room. “Clear the perimeter before she goes inside, and if you notice anything fishy, report it right away.”

“Yes, sir.” Sasquatch bowed his head, and I gaped at the dynamic between them. Power radiated from Conall, so stronglyIalmost saluted. Not that I’d admit it, but I could see his point the tiniest bit about having to be unyielding to earn the respect of his people.

His people, who were under attack from supernatural beings. The realization summoned the fear Conall tried to instill in me last week. Every member of his pack was in danger.

Hewas in danger.

“Give me your phone,” I said, gesturing for it with a finger wiggle.

Sasquatch broke character, frowning at me as if I’d been raised in a barn. Had I wandered into some weird wolfie version of a royalty movie, where I constantly broke protocol and his loyal constituents declared me crass?

Did I care? I should, but anticipation over being able to call to check in or hear his voice overtook my sense of decorum. “That way,” I explained, “if Justin takes a turn, or if anyone else gets injured, you can call my direct line instead of the emergency number at the clinic.”

Light taps filled the air as we plugged our information into each other’s contacts. Then Conall reached around me and slid my phone in the back pocket of my jeans. My body misfired, zaps of energy renewing my low stores. He moved his lips next to my ear and sank his teeth into the shell. “I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste, and how next time, I’m going to lap you up with my tongue.”

His nose grazed my cheek as he straightened, and judging from the smug slant of his lips as he gave me a once-over, he’d noticed my nipples straining against the fabric of my shirt. After one quick smack on the ass, Conall rushed off to his meeting.

As soon as he disappeared into the room where I wasn’t allowed to follow, I looked up, up, up at the werewolf who’d been assigned to babysit me.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

For the safetyof the pack, I forced myself to remain close to home instead of making excuses to head to the east side of town, to a certain cabin where a certain sexy veterinarian lived.

By the time I lumbered into my bedroom, my limbs were made up of more exhaustion than flesh and bone. I shed my clothes, stepped into a pair of boxers, and crashed to the bed, sure I’d fall asleep seconds after my head hit the pillow.

Blip, went my dirty mind reel, replaying the image of Kerrigan seated in that metal carnival bucket, writhing against the hand I had down her pants. I relived her walls clamping around my finger as she came, and the residual taste of her danced across my tongue, too weak to leave me satisfied but enough to awaken my libido.

I’d never get to sleep now, my balls already launching a complaint at being painfully blue and engorged for the second time today.

The least I could do is help relieve you of some of that tension you’re carrying around.

The woman must’ve wanted me to conduct the pack meeting with a raging erection. I was tempted to push her into a room and take her right then and there, but I didn’t want the first time I fucked her to be rushed.

An idea clicked into place, one that gave free rein to the feral side I’d kept on a leash for far too long.

I reached for the phone I’d placed on the nightstand. If Kerrigan didn’t answer, I’d take a steamy shower and use the images I’d immediately stowed away of her in my spank bank. Nothing compared to the real thing, though, and my body screamed it wouldn’t settle for anything less.

With every ring, my disappointment and sexual frustration rose, and then Kerrigan’s sleep-roughened voice filled my ear. “Hello? Conall? Is someone hurt?”

“Not anyone new,” I said. Shit. I’d been too horny to realize she might jump to that conclusion. “The council agreed on allowing you to handle our medical needs while we figure out how to break the spell. You’ll be heavily compensated, of course.”

“And you didn’t think that news could wait till tomorrow?” she teased. I imagined her stretched out in bed, in nothing but those tiny polka-dot panties she’d been wearing earlier today. My erection pushed against the confines of my boxers, bobbing in anticipation.

“Not when it’s your fault that I can’t sleep. I’m exhausted from scouring every inch of the forest, but as soon as I climbed into bed, I replayed you coming around my finger, and now I’m hard as a fucking rock.”

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