Page 22 of Wicked Pursuit

No one approaches me as I walk to the bar, but I can feel people’s attention trailing in my wake. The woman behind the bar is small and has medium-brown skin and bright teal locs. She raises her brows. “You lost?”

“Taking a different path tonight.”

She shrugs. “Suit yourself. What’ll you have?”

“Bourbon. Straight.”

She smirks a little, but she pours me a stiff drink and accepts the cash I slide across the bar. Then she moves down to the next patron without another word.

I lean against the bar and sip my drink, letting the alcohol take the edges off the fear curling through me. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t be here. What the fuck was I thinking? If I leave now...

I feel the change in the bar the momenthewalks through the door. Even as I tell myself to maintain my position, I turn and look. Wolf. He has to be.

He’s older than I expected. I tell myself it’s not disappointment I feel at the silver in his long hair. He’s attractive in a brutal sort of way, pale skin weathered from the years. He wears a suit well enough; it’s expensive and tailored to his broad body. I doubt he’s one of ours, but he’s obviously high up in whatever territory he owes allegiance to. His dark eyes land on me, and he doesn’t hesitate to cross to stand in front of me.

I lick my lips. “Wolf?”

“Sure, baby.” His voice is different, coarser, but I suppose that’s to be expected when I’ve only talked to him on the phone.

I’ve come this far. I’m going to see this through. I step closer until our chests nearly brush. “I did what you told me.” I lower my voice. “No panties.”

He grins. “Let’s find out.”

My heart beats too hard as he takes my hand and leads me back through the bar to the bathroom. It’s cleaner than I expected, but that’s about all it has going for it. Wolf shuts the door behind him, and then he’s pinning me to the counter and taking my mouth. He tastes like cigarettes, which is... not great. He palms my pussy roughly, which doesn’t feel bad, exactly, but it’s also... not great.

Damn, this is disappointing.

“No panties,” he murmurs against my lips. “I like it.”

He lifts me onto the counter and sinks to his knees before me.Okay, this is more like it.He said he’d have me on his cock inside of five minutes, but I guess we haven’t hit that time limit yet. Wolf flips up my skirt. “Nice.” Then his mouth is on my pussy, and yeah, I can get on board with this.

I relax into the feeling of his tongue dragging through my folds and then spearing inside me. Okay, this is better than nice. At least Wolf appreciates a good tongue fucking. He moves up to suck on my clit, drawing a little moan from my lips.“Fuck.”

Behind him, the door swings silently open.

My orgasm is bearing down on me, and at some point my hands found their way into his hair, so it doesn’t register at first that we’re no longer alone. At least until the masked man steps into the bathroom.

Did I think the silver fox with his tongue in my pussy had a dangerous aura? What a joke. My blood practically ices over the momenthesteps into the room. His mask is a stylized skull with cheekbones that seem sharper than they should be, eye sockets deep enough that I can’t see his eyes, and teeth hiding his mouth. He’s dressed in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up and jeans, both totally nondescript. His mundane clothing doesn’t detract from the menace rolling off him in waves.

Thisis the real Wolf.

He eases the door shut behind him and leans against it, arms crossed.

Oh fuck. I’m in so much trouble. I try to pull on not-Wolf’s hair to get him off me, but he just moans and sucks my clit harder. Even with fear so thick in my throat that I can taste it—or maybebecauseof it—my orgasm rises again, sharper this time. “Stop,” I murmur. He doesn’t stop. And then it’s too late. I come with a cry that feels like a warning.

A warning he doesn’t heed. As soon as I orgasm, not-Wolf shoves to his feet, and his hands go to the front of his pants. He never gets a chance to get his cock out.

MyWolf moves. He grabs a fistful of the man’s hair and yanks his head back. I barely get a chance to scream before he slices a long knife over the man’s throat. Hot blood sprays my chest and thighs and pussy.

The body slumps to the ground, and Wolf takes his place. “You’ve been a bad girl, Red.” And that,thatis the voice that’s been talking low and threatening to me on the other end of the phone.

“I—”

He grabs my hips and jerks me off the counter while spinning me around to pin me against it. In the mirror, his mask makes him look like a death god, come to punish me for my transgressions.

At my feet, the body is still twitching.Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Wolf leans down until the cool surface of his mask touches my face. “Always so eager to give this pussy away to those undeserving.” He spears two fingers into me from behind.

I cry out, and I can’t begin to say if it’s in protest or demand for more. I brace my hands on the counter and tilt my hips, giving him better access. “I’m sorry.”

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