Page 15 of Fighting Furry

Axel hauled me up until I was closer to face-level, more like chest level since he was a good bit taller than me. “Get in the car,” he said.

I looked back down at his crotch, damn that thing was hard to ignore.

He sighed and turned me to face a fire-engine red sports car.

“Are we stealing a car?”

“It's my rental.”

That was really confusing. “You don't have a car of your own?”

“I flew here.”

I gasped and spun back to face him. “You can fly?”

He rolled his eyes. “I flew in a plane. You are a terrible drunk.”

“And you're a terrible lay.” I meant to say date, but I had sex on the brain. This sugar was some good stuff. It had completely destroyed my filter and my inhibitions. “I don't like you, and you are so not my type, but I'd fuck you. Just as long as we're clear that we hate each other.”

I thought I saw a smile tickle his lips. “Good to know. Get in the car.”

He opened my door, grabbed the top of my head, and shoved me in like a police officer shoving a perp into his car.

He shut the door behind me and I ran my hands over the soft, supple leather of the seats and the dash. The car smelled new and I leaned forward to breath it in just as Axel shoved his over-sized body into the driver's seat. “You puke in here, you're paying for it to be cleaned.”

I leaned back. “I'm not actually drunk, you know.”

“Right,” he said with that stupid, smug smirk I absolutely did not want to lick off his stupid, smug face.

He leaned toward me and my breath caught in anticipation. I hated him, but I really wanted to kiss him. I closed my eyes and waited. His big warm arm wrapped around my upper body, but pulled away far too soon. I opened my eyes to see him buckling my seat belt.

He chuckled to himself and started the car.

“Where are we going?”

“I know a place,” he said. “We're going to work that sugar out of your system.”

Was he purposely speaking in innuendo or was I just so horny everything sounded sexy?

I fiddled with the radio dial, trying to find my station. Why couldn't I find it? Oh, right, the dial was set to AM. I flipped over to FM and found my station in short order. Axel looked over at me, surprise clear on his face. “You like metal?”

I rolled my eyes. “Have you never watched one of my fights?” I always walked into an arena to the beat of a screaming heavy metal song.

“I don't watch fights, they popularize violence.”

“O-kay. Didn't realize you took this pacifism thing so seriously.”

“I do,” he said. “My wolf doesn't. It's easier if I avoid anything that makes my wolf antsy for a fight.”

Axel was zipping down the interstate and in and out of traffic more like a city dweller than a dude who never left the mountainside.

“You've been here before?”

“A few times,” he said. “As alpha, I have to travel from time to time, and the council meetings are usually in LA or New York. You'd be surprised how many wolves live in LA. People here tend to assume anything odd they see is either for a movie or some costume designer's prank.”

“Really? Are there werewolves living in other big cities like this?”

“Some,” he said. “They tend to live in smaller packs in the city, or they're alphas who prefer to live on their own.”

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