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“A condition of his entry after a previous altercation,”the shark replies smoothly.

“He tore out someone’s neck with his human teeth one too many times,” Xander drawls.“It wasn’t undeserved, but they were too scared to have him in here without protection.”

“What did the last guy do?”I ask reluctantly.

Xander knocks back his glass.“He stepped on Sav’s foot.”

As if he’s heard us, Savage swings himself up to sit on the bar. He locks eyes with me and I swear those hazel irises glow. He’s wearing nothing but black track pants and is barefoot, the bare, tattooed muscles of his rippling torso drawing my eye as I take him in. Even from here, I see his pupils dilate as the space between us snaps like a rubber band.

Chapter 27

Aurelia

Savage’s face transforms, splitting into a broad grin. It is delight personified, and his voice is pure adoration when he cries, “There’s my little chompy!”

The room, which had started up a low buzz of conversation after we’d sat down, goes quiet again.

Savage jumps off the bar and sprints towards me at full speed.

I would have run towards him too, if it were not for Lyle’s warning caress and Scythe’s calm voice. “Do not stand. Do not show affection. You are angry with him. Imperious.”

My exhale is filled with the force of my desire for Savage and I don’t stop the scent of arousal from spreading outward as my one rebellion to Scythe’s annoying command. I want to leap into Savage’s arms and let him take me away from this place. But we are here for a show. We are here for Sabrina. The Clawsons need to have their attentions fixed on me.

So I command my face into my best version of queenly disappointment, and as Savage skids to a stop in front of me, I raise my chin, hold out my hand and say into his mind, “Want to play a game, my pretty wolf?”

He breathes in my scent and drops dramatically to his knees. “Regina,” he grits out, his restraint clear in the bulging vessels in his neck as he air-kisses my hand and says into my mind.“You know I will beat you at any game, queen of my heart.”

I cock a brow, fully aware that every eye in the room is on us.

“What did you just call me?” I ask.

Savage’s eyes roam down my body, as if he can consume me with his gaze. “Chompy,” he sighs wistfully

“And why is that?”

His eyes glint, but he makes his voice pleading. “Because you crush a human skull so beautifully, regina.” He takes my hand in both of his. “Let me have you here.”

I lean closer to him until my lips almost touch his muzzle. “Such a good boy,”

“The goodest,” he says breathlessly.

I sit back in my chair and growl softly. “Why did you make me wait?”

Savage opens his mouth, but I slowly shake my head and narrow my eyes. I gesture to the floor. “Sit.” It’s a command.

“Oh, naughty regina,”Savage says into my mind, his eyes flaring with challenge. But he grins wolfishly and sits cross-legged in front of my chair, coiling one hand around my right calf. He rubs his ear against my leg and growls at the onlookers.

“I fucking knew it,”Xander says into the group chat.“You’ve just been waiting to do this.”

I cast a smirk his way, and in the process catch Lyle’s amber gaze. His eyes blaze as he sips from his glass. Feline power strokes down my neck, right over my mating mark. He’s turned on, I realise with amusement, and making sure I haven’t forgotten him.

But how could I forget? Powerful men sit around me, their very presence raking down my skin, never letting me forget that they watch me. That they desire me.

My body is suddenly hot and fluttery. A tingling feeling sidles its way right from the tips of my fingers to tickle my core.

Savage’s thumb makes slow circles behind my knee. Lyle’s hot power grazes my neck, and cold, cold eyes see through my skin to my pounding heart.

“Guard your loins, gentlemen,”Xander sneers into the group chat.“The Collector approaches.”

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