Page 16 of Hellfire

Tank’s nose found the crook of my neck. His hot breath washed over my skin and sent a shiver down my spine.

“Fuck, Katrina,” he growled. His lips grazed the column of my neck as he spoke. “I could smell your excitement as soon as I walked through that door…and in my shirt,” he groaned, pulling me even closer. My stomach clenched at the quick motion.

“Tank,” I whimpered.

My wetness dripped down my bare thighs. Tank pulled back, his eyes filled with hunger.

“Get dressed,” he growled. I had to force myself to stand still under the intensity of his stare. “I’m trying to be a gentleman, Katrina, but I only have so much restraint.”

Why is that so sexy?

Tank’s smile was breathtaking, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d fall head over heels for this man. He chuckled, knowing exactly how he was affecting me, and left me standing there feeling flustere.

While I was getting ready, I wasn’t sure going to dinner was the right decision. It would be rude of me not to, especially since the club had welcomed us with open arms. Blowing out a breath to calm my nerves, I headed toward the bar. I didn’t do well in large groups.

What if they don’t like me?

“I can’t do this,” I mumbled to myself, suddenly feeling nauseous. All I wanted was to turn around and head back to the comforts of Tank’s room.

The booming laughter and chatter around the corner had my steps faltering.

Great, I’m probably the last to arrive.

Nerves danced in my belly as I entered the room. Snake popped up from his seat and rushed toward me, a grin plastered on his face.

“Hey, Katrina. Hungry?” he asked, pulling me into a hug, one I hesitated to return. But that didn’t stop Snake from burying his nose in my hair and groaning. The sound sent the butterflies in my stomach, fluttering like crazy. I needed to get my hormones under control. I couldn’t walk into dinner with Tank being able to smell me.

“Starving,” I breathed, finally hugging him back. I wasn’t normally a hugger, but I couldn’t deny how happy it made me.

“Good. Sit with me?”

Before I could respond, he took my hand and led me toward the table. If Snake noticed how sweaty my palms were, he didn’t comment.

My eyes widened when I saw a large black crow on Steele’s shoulder. Its beady little eyes watched me approach.

“That’s just Cyrus, Steele’s familiar.” Snake said when he saw my hesitation.

“Familiar?” I questioned. “Like a witch?”

“Yes, he’s a good boy too,” Steele crooned, scratching under Cyrus’ chin affectionately.

“Steele is a mage, kitty Kat,” Snake whispered.

My mouth popped open in surprise.

I wonder what Snake is?

This entire club is nothing like I’ve ever seen. I felt so out of place that I wasn’t sure how to respond and was too afraid to say the wrong thing.

My eyes landed on the man I hadn’t met yet. His wild red hair covered most of his face, his nose buried in a book. I hadn’t heard him utter a single word since I sat down. Glancing down at his leather jacket, I noticed he didn’t have a patch like the others did. Just the single word ‘Prospect.’

Scar sat at the head of the table, wearing a simple black button up and for once, his jacket was missing. His hands were folded on the table, giving him this air of confidence I could never muster. Everything about the MC president screamed control and calculation.

“Evening, dove. Please take a seat.” My heart galloped at the nickname.

“Evening,” I murmured, sitting between Snake and Steele and eyed his crow wearily.

Bursting through the double doors of the kitchen was a flushed face Leona. My shoulders sagged in relief. Selfishly, I needed my daughter as a buffer. She had always been better around people than me.

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