Page 7 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire
“Good girl,” the male whispers. “I saw you running from that dipshit hollering on the dance floor and thought I’d save your sweet little ass…again.”
Son of a bitch! The wolf from a few nights ago.
I jerk in his arms and try again to get away from him. This time he lets me. I spin around and find him looking at me through the dark. I can just make out his face, but the darkness of the room provides enough cover that I can’t fully see the details of his face, just the outline of his chiseled jaw. His blue eyes though I can see vividly as if they glow, which shouldn’t be possible but is. Is that some werewolf trick?
“I didn’t need saving. Not the other night and not tonight either.” I hiss.
He chuckles. “It looked like the man coming after you tonight was pretty determined to talk to you and was catching up to you quick. But I guess I could have let you be, seeing as you seemed thrilled to have his attention so focused on coming to talk to you that you practically ran across the dance floor as if you were running away from a rabies infested bear. Tell me I’m wrong.”
Just as I am about to open my mouth and rip him a new asshole, I hear footsteps coming down the hallway.
I quickly move backwards and to the right, placing my back against the wall where the door is located and out of sight if someone where to look inside the room.
The footsteps in the hallway come closer but before they pass the door to the room I’m currently hiding in, I hear Danny growl.
“Devon, it seems we have a problem.”
“Shit Danny! Don’t scare me like that,” Devon exclaims.
“Let’s go Devon. We need to have a little chat.”
“I’m busy at the moment. It’s going to have to wait,” Devon responds, and by the sounds of the movement of his feet, he’s turned away from Danny, likely in an attempt to continue his search down the hallway.
The werewolf in the room with me creeps towards me out of the corner of my eye, and as I turn my head towards his direction, he places his hands against the wall on either side of my head. His body radiates heat and his eyes stare directly into mine. I feel trapped, with no ability to look away, but not in a way that has me scared or suffocated. No. I feel trapped in the sense of being intrigued, as if there is no escaping this man until he lets me. And I have no urge to run, but rather I feel the urge to get closer. My heart starts to race and my breathing becomes shallower, filling my nose with the scent of the forest mixed with something spicy that has me wanting to moan with how delicious and sexy he smells.
My gaze breaks away from his as I hear a sudden scuffle in the hallway that ends with a thump and a slight yelp as someone hits a wall.
“That wasn’t a request, Devon,” I hear Danny hiss. A whimper echoes down the hallway before their footsteps soon become a distant sound as they retreat down the hallway.
I turn my gaze back to the werewolf in front of me who still has me caged against the wall with no escape. Now, he has a slight smirk on his face that causes me to furrow my brow in anger once more.
“Looks like you’re safe now, little vampire,” he whispers.
“Stop calling me little, wolf,” I whisper back angerly. “And again, I was in no danger. Therefore, I needed no saving in order to be ‘safe now,’ as you call it.”
“Seems like you needed an escape route then at least, and I generously helped with that.”
“Are you always this infuriatingly cocky?” I ask.
He simply stares at me with no response. His eyes stare into mine for a second more before dipping down to my lips. I hear a slight crack from the wall behind me where his hands rest. His jaw ticks as he continues to stare at my lips as if a delicious meal waits for him, and he is ravenous.
No fucking way is this werewolf thinking about kissing me…is he?
“I think you can back the hell up now, wolf. They’re gone, and I should get going.” I whisper.
His eyes jump back up to mine as if being snapped out of a trance.
“Why in such a rush? You’re not scared of the big bad wolf, are you?”
“No,” I snap. “There are very few things in this world that scare me, and you are not one of them.”
“So, what are you scared of, Talia?” he whispers seductively.
My heart skips a beat briefly at the sound of my name on his lips for the first time. It shouldn’t but it does, ratcheting up my aggravation even more.
“Not werewolves, if that’s what you’re wondering, wolf.”
“Jordan,” he whispers.
