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I chuckle and lean in to kiss Eli. “Hardly. I don’t think this is our scene.”
The man who invited us here seems to have had an agenda from the start, because he barely keeps back a scowl. “Understandable. I also prefer a more… intimate setting, if you catch my drift.”
He wants a threesome.
Or a foursome with Carl, or whatever the other man’s name was, in the peace of their apartment.
“Sure you can’t talk your wolf into a bit of an adventure?” Timoly asks, stepping closer to Eli, and setting my senses on high alert. He thinks Eli is the weak link and can be swayed. Or that I’m under Eli’s heel, which isn’t untrue. Both options piss me off though.
Eli shakes his head. “Yeah, I don’t thinkmy wolfwants a different guy.”
I like that he now has the confidence to know that.
To my astonishment, Timoly doesn’t get the hint. He slides his hand around Eli’s waist and looks me straight in the eye as if it’s some sexy game we’re playing when he’s about to lose his damn life. “You wanna watchmefuck your boy?” Timoly asks, voice thick with lust.
I don’t even get to think before my hand is tight around his wrist, twisting the bastard’s arm. He’s releasing a trail of hisses, but I only let go once his dirty hands are no longer on my lamb.
I growl, showing him all my teeth. Fury is like a drug soaking my brain, but I’m still reining it in, still in control until that fucker opens his stupid mouth again.
“Jesus fucking Christ, man! It’s not like his sloppy hole is such a prize!”
My blood is on fire, but Timoly is ready for my fist and leans to the side, escaping the punch meant to make him bleed. Not for long. I step forward, caging him to the wall, and when the stink of fear teases my senses, I sink my teeth into his cheek and bite until the flesh gives.
He screams out and pushes on my shoulders in desperate panic, but I don’t let go. Play with fire, prepare to get burned. He tries to kick me in the balls, but I expect it and kick his feet from under him. Timoly might have the guts, but he’s no fighter. We go down, but I don’t let go of his cheek until I taste blood.
The screaming intensifies. He pounds on my chest, but when he tries to punch my head, I grab his wrist. This is the fucking hand he slid to my Eli’s waist. When he wiggles it around instead of accepting his punishment, I shift my fingers to the right spot and snap the bone in his wrist.
I didn’t want to cause a scene. I really didn’t. But then he asked for it with his goddamn shit-spilling mouth. His blood on my tongue only fuels my anger.
He thought he’d be fuckingmy boyfriend?
The only thing that’s getting fucked is the hole I’m making in his cheek.
“Wolf! No!” Eli yells, and I realize this is the third time he’s saying that as he pulls on my shoulder.
“Call the cops!” the bartender screeches somewhere in the background.
Carl and a stranger that might as well be made of air are ready to stop me when I get up, but when I starethem down from behind my mask, with Timoly’s blood dribbling down my chin, both of them lose their courage. My gaze drifts to Eli’s face, and the shock painted over it makes the dog inside me cower in shame. I’ve made a mess of things, and now he’ll have to pay the price.
“Let’s go,” I mumble, placing my hand on his shoulder and pushing him forward.
Timoly’s crying, Carl is once more considering a step forward, but the growl I make at him comes from somewhere deep within my chest. It’s primal, protective, and territorial.
He steps aside, and Eli runs as fast as his limp allows, knowing I am right behind him.
Fuck.
At least his mask is still on.
Chapter 19
Eli
We’reontherunfrom the cops, and maybe I should worry my actions from three weeks ago might catch up with me because of a jealous fit, but I’m warm, inside a car smelling of real pine, and there’s alcohol in my veins, so I can’t help but find this whole situation hilarious.
I laugh, again remembering Timoly’s face the moment Cesar bit into him as if he were a piece of jerky. I probably shouldn’t find my man mauling another person funny, but I’m drunk, okay? For once in my life I have someone who’ll stand up for me, so no, I don’t find his fury or jealousy off-putting. In fact, the blood smeared around his mouth turns me on. He hasn’t even removed his mask, so he’s still a very elegant, if feral, wolf.
“It’ll be fine, you’ll see,” Cesar says from the driver’s seat as he takes another fast turn along a narrow road he found in the huge book of maps the previous ownerof the SUV kept in the glove compartment. “I don’t even hear any sirens. It’s kinda freeing, you know? There’s a manhunt for me because of the murder, so how much worse can it get really?”
