Page 4 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire

Now, fully facing me I can clearly see the female and can place a face to the voice and curves that triggered the image of me licking them earlier. I’m stunned by the beauty that faces me. I was right. No way curves like hers and a sensual but deadly voice could be paired with a hideous face. Her long brunette hair flows past her shoulders and curls around her full breasts. Those forest green eyes stare at me with a raging fire within them but with a steely determined glint as well. Her full, soft red lips are in a tight line that confuses me slightly. What really confuses me though is the furrow between her brows that indicates she is pissed. And it’s all aimed at me as she continues to stare me down.

Pissed at what though?

“You fucking idiot,” she snarls at me. “What the fuck do you think you are doing wolf?”

Excuse me?I think as my wolf lets loose a low growl in my chest.

Chapter 3

Talia

Both wolves look at me with glares that could slice through flesh if they could.

When the wolves first approached, I had thought they meant to take a bite out ofme, not Jackson, and it pisses me off that because of that I was distracted to where Jackson was able to get away from me. A part of me was surprised that they hadn’t come at me or Danny as well and had actually seemed to be helping in attacking Jackson and his goons. My anger though at not being able to rip Jackson’s throat out and feel his blood dancing warmly down my arms as I stood over his corpse for his bullshit “options” he tried to give me with our original deal overpowers any surprise—or gratefulness in them helping despite not needing it.

The larger wolf, coated in midnight black fur, begins to twitch before the sounds of bones snapping breaks through the silence between us as he transforms back into his human.

Danny tenses beside me, ready as ever to protect me from any threat if need be.

The male that stands before me in place of the wolf now is the epitome of rugged, masculine dominance and walking sex. His skin is a warm tan shade, and he stands at six feet tall––give or take an inch––with muscles present on every inch of his body. Not in a gross way that is off putting. No. It’s the right amountthat are yummy and are a call to any woman with a pulse, making you want get lost in their embrace or have over you flexing as the male loses himself in pleasure with you. I trace my eyes from his feet, up his legs, to his thighs, and then his groin. Guess the rumors are true when they say wolves are blessed with impressive packages…or at least this one is as his companion next to him is still in wolf form, leaving me with no comparison at the moment.

I quickly move up to his abdomen that hosts a well-defined six pack and up his chiseled chest to his broad shoulders hosting arms corded in muscles with a few defined veins, again not in an over-the-top gross way but just enough that you want to trace them with your fingers before squeezing them. They’re covered in tattoos that create a map perfect for tracing with one’s tongue too. Moving further up, his jaw is sharp and clean shaven. His lips are firm but soft looking. Not too thin and not too full. Just perfect to where they call for a woman to kiss and would feel amazing in all the right places he applied them to if he had the foresight to know where and how to use them to where it could be dangerous. He has ice blue eyes that are stunning and are starring back at me intently. A slight crease at their edges indicating confusion. I swear that there is an inferno burning in those eyes of his as he looks back at me despite them looking like they were chiseled from ice. All of this is topped by lush, glossy hair that matches his wolf’s coat—a dark midnight black—that screams for you to run your fingers through. It’s cropped short on the sides but thicker and longer on top that would likely allow him to style it into a suave wave to one side but currently looks mused.

“Excuse me?” the wolf, now human, growls at me.

“Did I stutter? What the fuck do you think you were doing?”

“Saving your sweet ass little vampire. A thank you would be nice.”

“One, don’t call me little, and two, who the hell needed saving?” I hiss through my teeth.

“From the looks of the blood on your face from where that asshole sliced it, it seemed like you could have used some help.”

“No, if you hadn’t come running in here trying to fulfill your fantasy of being some knight in shining armor or whatever, that jackass would be dead, and I would be headed home right about now with his throat that I would have ripped out as a new trophy to hang on my bedroom wall.”

The male clenches his fists. I can see a slight tick in his jaw at what I am guessing is irritation at my continued lack of gratitude that he expects to get from me. I’d bet all my money that he loves traipsing in to save women, but I’ve never been a damsel in distress type of girl and never plan on being one in the future.What’s surprising though is that there is no disgust that crosses his face from my throat trophy comment, as I would have suspected.

“What are two wolves doing in this area, anyway?” Danny asks.

With that question, I see out of the corner of my eye the grey wolf that came with the man before me slowly starting to creep to the right. Right where I didn’t realize Jackson’s goon had dropped the briefcase of wolfsbane some time in the middle of us all fighting.

Before anyone can try to stop me, I dash for the briefcase. The grey wolf tries to grab me with his jaws as I pass him, but a loud snap as his teeth snap shut on empty air echoes through the air and off the steel containers around us as I dash back to where I was standing.

I smirk as I state, “This was a pleasure boys, but we really have to get going.”

“You’re not going anywhere with that briefcase,” the male states firmly.

“Just like I don’t need any saving, I don’t take orders from you, wolf.” I say with an edge to my voice.

I wave at him right before Danny and I turn around and take off into the alley behind us. As we leave, I catch a glimpse of the man lurking towards me as if to grab me, but he’s not quick enough as I run away from him and into the night.

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Danny and I walk slowly up the long dirt road that leads to the coven’s house. Trees surrounding us on both sides of the path.

“Talia?” Danny suddenly states.

“What?” I bite out in a harsh and angry tone.

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