Page 3 of A Wolf of War
A shiver ran down his spine. Milo shifted, adjusting himself. He’d figured his time in the special forces would be a boon for this mission. It had been, but the real skill in slipping through shadows, unseen and unheard, came from the lupine blood flowing in his veins. He wasn’t a gifted soldier just because of human talents.
Nestled high between two oak branches, he scanned the area, noting every subtle noise as his headswiveled slowly. It wasn’t likely anybody would find him here, but it was still wise to exercise caution when committing criminal activities.
Milo licked his lips. His attention snapped back to Willow, who was still blissfully unaware. She was on her back, pleasuring herself, and he had a front-row seat to the show. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the exquisite expressions she made as her orgasm built, eyes squeezed tight, lips parted in a perfect O.
His fingers twitched, aching with the need to act, but he stopped himself. What he wouldn’t give to feel her slick mouth around him, to force her to submit with his cock in her throat. The strain in his pants was almost unbearable now.
“What is it, Arlo?” Milo murmured, sensing the presence of his second-in-command behind him. He must have tracked him by scent.
“You need to come home. The McGarvey pack has called a meeting.”
He could hear the crisp press of old snow underfoot as Arlo slowly closed the distance between them.
Milo didn’t respond, instead throwing a quick, scathing glare over his shoulder. He turned back to Willow, still completely unaware, still putting on a showjust for him and his unintended, and unwanted, audience.
“She’s not going anywhere, Milo. Leave it.”
He wanted to argue, but instead, he spared one last look at the woman who captivated him so wholly, and then he slipped silently from his perch. He landed softly on the ground, moving like a shadow toward Arlo so they could go back to the waiting car.
***
“Are you fucking serious?”
Milo could kill him. He could twist his head clean off.
“Yeah, well, what was I supposed to do, dude?” Titan squeaked, wringing his hands nervously, the whites of his eyes flashing bright even in the dim light.
“You’re telling me you found a McGarvey wolf on our territory, so you tied him up and shoved him in your trunk?”
Each word raised his blood pressure. This could spiral out of control fast. If McGarvey was feeling unpleasant, he might see this as a declaration of war. Milo ran his hands down his face and screamed into his palms. Of course, things went to shit as soon as he cameback. Of course, this would happen.
“Milo, look, I’m sorry,” Titan sputtered, hands spread out in a pleading gesture. “I know I fucked up. But what if he saw some shit he shouldn’t have? Shouldn’t we, like, question him or something?”
“What we should be questioning is whether or not there’ll be backlash over this little stunt.”
Arlo’s gravelly voice cut through the tension, low but not unkind. The man had the patience of a saint, especially with the youngest member of their pack, who in many ways was still learning the ropes of both being a man and a wolf.
Unfortunately, he was also an idiot.
Milo pinched the bridge of his nose, the weight of the situation landing like a ballistic. After a long pause, he crossed his arms and spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully.
“Fine. What’s done is done. Where is he now?”
Titan offered a sheepish smile.
“You’re not fucking serious,” Milo said flatly.
***
The walkto the car was short, urgency making it impossible for Milo to settle himself. Hestill couldn’t stop thinking about the incredible scene he’d been blessed enough to witness earlier. He could be lying in bed now, watching Willow sleep through the cameras he’d installed in her bedroom. The idea lingered, but he jerked his head toward the car as Titan pressed a button on his keys.
“Well, what do we have here?” Arlo drawled, his gaze fixed on the now-open trunk.
“A punk in a trunk,” Milo chuckled in return, as the three crowded around. The man inside was growling and screaming through the gag, kicking viciously, thrashing as if he could tear through the restraints. He wouldn’t be able to; they were soaked in a nightshade infusion.
“Sorry, bud,” Milo said coolly. “But I don’t think you’re going anywhere. At least, not anytime soon. Titan tells me you were snooping in places you shouldn’t have been. You know what we do to rogue wolves who put their noses where they don’t belong?”
Milo reached down, grabbing the man by the throat and pinning him against the polyester lining of the trunk. Their captive went wild, twisting and screeching in rage, but the fear in his eyes was unmistakable.
