Page 3 of Wolf

“I’m surprised you weren’t one of the Three Amigos I visited thismorning.”

“Who?”

“Actually, they were referring to themselves as the Three Musketeers,” Anna amended after a thought. “Anyway, I need you to go pick them up, since there’s no way in hell I’m letting them puke in my car again. Not unless you want to find them pinned to a stake intheyard.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask, but I was more than sure I could guess at least who two of the three were. “Once again,” Isaid, “who?”

“Jax, Pretty, and Mint,” Anna replied. “Got themselves so wasted last night they got picked up by the sheriff for going around harassing girls claiming to be—and this is a direct quote—‘their selfless saviors that will take away the evil demon calledvirginity.’”

I choked. “You’ve got to bekidding?”

“Unfortunately not, big boy,” Anna scoffed, her hand giving my chest apitifulpat.

“You think I’m big?” I growled, leaning evencloser.

Anna’s eyes narrowed, and I prepared for a defensive attack. Instead, she licked her lips, her body leaning forward until I could feel the heat of her skin against mine. It curved perfectly into the space of my caging arms, her nipples just brushing my chest. “You’ll be big when I’m donewithyou.”

“Is that an offer?” I growled, my mouth wanting to bite those red, full lips tempting so dangerouslyclose.

“Oh yeah,” Anna purred, her hands feathering across the waist of my jeans and down my back, her nails brushing the surface of my tough skin with only light, shallow scrapes of her blood-red claws. I fought through the twinge of pleasure each nick sent down into my pants, my eyes pinned lower on her face as her white teeth raked down on the matte red of her lips, tempting me to do just the same. I could just note the blue of her eyes above her porcelain-pale skin, half lidded and flickering between my wide lids as she checked to see if her deception was working. I felt her fingers rake underneath my shirt then slip down into the pockets of my jeans; my ass wanted to clench at the feeling of her hands so close. I leaned down, letting her hot breaths roll across my skin, loving the soft tingle they left in their wake and savoring the smell of the mint gum she always chewed, as I pried my tense hands from the bar, careful not to move my body as I slid them out of her sight and aroundmyback.

“Wolf!” Anna gasped, as I grasped her wrists and snapped them above her head. “Shit!” she hissed, trying to pull them loose and failing. “Letmego!”

I thought aboutit. “No.”

“I. Said. Let. Go,” Anna growled back, baring her white teeth. Her canines were sharper than the native girl’s in my bed this morning, and I wondered if she’d bite me if I tried to fill her talkative mouth. The risk only made it that much moretempting.

“You let go first,” I replied, pulling her wrist in front of my mouth, savoring the way her eyes widened as I let my lips catch her baby-soft, fragile wrist. My mouth watered at the taste of her as my teeth brushed the pureness I fought not to bite. Her fingers tightened around my wallet, and I could see the rebellion flash with blue fire inhereyes.

Her hips bucked against me, but it was weak; it was a false attempt at trying to get free, and I knew it. So, when her leg swung up past my knees, I clamped my thighs closed, catching her boot before it hit my balls. “Not this time,” Igrowled.

She went to snap something back at me, but I surged my body forward, my weight easily pinning her pelvis against the bar and pushing her torso over the top of it. Her breasts flattened at the shift of gravity, as every girl’s did, but unlike other girls’, Anna’s remained temptingly perky. Her low-cut top was my conspirator, revealing the pink, blushed areola that I desired. My mouth swelled with the need to taste them, my teeth aching for the contact, but I held back, shifting my gaze tomeethers.

The heat in her glare was genuine this time as she watched me with caution, still as an awaiting huntress, waiting formymove.

I captured her tiny hands with just one of mine, keeping my single grip tight as my knuckles knocked against the wood. I let my other hand wander freely, sliding down the length of her skin. The slight blue of her veins in her arm was presented to me under the surface of her pale skin as my fingers trailed them like a map down toward her heart. By the time I reached her shoulder, my concept of time and surroundings vanished as I fell into a delirium, telling me I had all the time in the world to explore her. I let my trail rise higher, my eyes mesmerized as I followed her collarbone up to the nape of her neck, letting all my fingers feel the fever warmth of the blushed skin there. I was captivated by the faint thrum of her pulse under my touch. Her sudden swallow against my palm sent my eyes lunging up to hers, anchored the second her blue, dilated eyes locked onto mine. Despite the fact that, if I squeezed just a little tighter, I could steal her breath from her and, with it, her life, she didn’t look frightened or concerned. Instead, her eyes were filled with lust and tension, neverblinkingonce.

Our eyes were glued to each other, unable to look away. Both of us were wrapped up in my illusion of timelessness, as I reveled in the feeling of her helpless beneath me. Until the soft sound of glass dragging across wood had reality crashing back on top of me—and the realization that she had been tooquiet.

I only had a second to see that twitch in her smile and feel the emptiness of my other hand before sheswung.

Ohno.

I didn’t have time to move out of the way as the whiskey bottle came crashing down onmyhead.

I cried out in shock, my hands automatically lunging up to my head as the pain splintered over my skull before I could even think of theconsequences.

Free of my weight and hands, Anna used it against me, her foot pulling loose from my thighs and her heel coming down hard on the back of my knee. It caved and my body staggered to the side as she jumped up from the bar. Her heels clacked against the wood floor like the crack of fire as she spun and fled as fast as she could across the room, out the door, and into the car lot before I could even think to reachforher.

“Fuck,” I hissed, trying to shake the faint ring in my ears. I felt liquid run down my neck and reached to touch it. It wasn’t blood, thank fuck, but it was the expensive whiskey she’d managed to get her sticky fingersaround.

“She doesn’t hold back.” Lamb’s voice replaced the fading ring in my ears, but its hint of amusement grated on my nerves justthesame.

“Bitch could have killed me,” I growled, my boots crunching on the glass fragments as I sat on the stool. I immediately noticed the direct contact of my ass on the seat and felt my anger spike. “Fuck. She still has my wallet,” I snapped, shoving myself out of my chair before collapsing straight back in it as my head throbbed inanguish.

Lamb handed me a small rag to wipe away the whiskey as I fought the faint dizziness, ready to go after her ass, when Pipe came storming through the door. I let out a growl of frustration, the rag pressed to my throbbing skull, clean hair now going to be sticky from my whiskey wash, as I saw Pipe open hismouth.

“Prez, we’ve got a visitor, and I don’t think you’re going to like whoitis.”

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