Page 10 of Danny's Dance

“T-Tied up against this t-tree?”

“Isn’t that a bit cruel? What if nobody findshim?”

Regan nodded at him. “He’ll escape in asecond.”

“So why tie him up?” I asked, not sure if we should risk him notescaping.

“T-This way he c-cant keep followingus.”

Hesitantly, I looked at the young man again. “He looks like he’d find us easily... He found us here, didn’the?”

“True...” Reganadmitted.

“And we still don’t know who sent him or why he’s attackingus.”

“T-That is problematic... W-We could try and s-scare him alittle?”

Regan cracked his knuckles and neck. “Soundsgood.”

“S-So the usual s-spiel?” JP asked, making Regan grin. A flutter danced across my stomach as I watched my two men play nicely together. It had taken us a while to get to a point where they were both okay and comfortable with the situation. Most of the time, they pretended they weren’t very fond of each other. But secretly, I knew they had grown to care for one another deeply. They were an unlikely duo, which always played to theiradvantage.

And they knew just how to spin itright.

“I-I’m going to untie him,” JP stuttered, loud enough for the guy at the tree to hear. Confidently, he strode towards our attacker, a determined look in hiseyes.

“Like hell you will,” Regan boomed, grabbing JP by his shoulder and yanking himback.

“Guys!” I shouted, running after them like usual, hiding a smile. It had been a while since we did this play, but it always worked. I stepped in between the two men and placed a hand on both their chests. Hmmm, if only we were doing something else now... No.Focus.

“W-We’re not killing him,” JP firmly protested, his voice only trembling at the end. He was sogood.

“Get off of me,” Regan growled, shoving JP’s chest. Hard. Nobody would’ve guessed this wasn’treal.

Clumsily, JP stumbled back, trying to to regain his footing. I knew he could’ve easily found his feet, but he knew how to become this awkwardfigure.

Regan cracked his neck, his muscles rolling underneath his shirt. Gods, he was so hot. I could just jump him rightnow.

“Y-You can’t. Danny, say s-something,” JP protested, pulling me into theplay.

Like the damsel in distress, I clung onto my mate’s shoulder and batted my eyelashes at him. I felt his body relax the moment I pressed myself into him, a reaction he couldn’t stop, no matter if we were pretending or not. He always let up forme.

“Sweetheart, please...” I begged, my voice hoarse andseductive.

Regan groaned loudly as he pushed me away, a frustrated look painted across his face that I knew was real. My sultry voice was one of the things he couldn’t resist.Ever.

He stomped over to the tree and yanked the guy up by his collar, the ropes we bound him with untangling. Good thing we did this play, it seemed like the assailant had already untiedhimself.

I watched the muscles in Regan’s back flex and I knew he had a cold hard look in his eyes. There was no way anyone could see through his bluff and guess that this was all a play. Regan was too convincing. He was so convincing that if I couldn’t feel his wolf calm and relaxed in his chest, I would have thought he was releasing some sort of pent-up frustrations. But no, he was justthatgood.

“Tell us why you’re here or die now,” he growled, slamming the young man hard against thetree.

He flinched, but he remained silent, refusing to meet Regan’s intimidatingglare.

I pretended to reach for Regan so I could pull him away and found JP’s hand on my arm, pulling me back. Just like expected. I turned around and hid in his shirt, while he soothed me. The scent of honey filling my senses as I clung to myman.

“D-Don’t, he’s out of control,” JP whispered, just loud enough for our attacker to hear. That usually did the trick. When they thought that neither of us had a grip on the massive man, their tongue untied and they blabbed whatever information weneeded.

But not this guy. He didn’t evenpeep.

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