Page 85 of Untamed

"Here, Luna. This is the jukebox," Apple is shadowing me. And, behind her, the reddish-brown-haired female with her shadow.

I touch the bright screen of the machine in the corner that is emitting all the music. Like theateingHoesign, it's lit up with yellow and red lights, with pictures of all sorts of wolves. Five rows of buttons have words written all over them. I push one of the buttons, but nothing happens.

"It's linked to my Bluetooth," the Drink-Giver shows me his black box. "Do you want to pick a song, Luna?"

I glance at the black box and see a long list of words on it, too. I tap it without really seeing the words. The music cuts off, then starts again, abruptly. The song pounds through theateingHoe, acacophony; din, racket, discord. A beat so intense that my she-wolf growls.

"Shit! That's not exactly what..." the Drink-Giver fumbles with his black box. It takes him a moment to cut off the music. That's probably why no one notices Mactiir walk through the doorway.

Except me. I hear the soft chime of the bells, even with the music blasting. I see him, watch his huge Ogre muscles tremble under bare, sweat-slicked skin with suppressed emotion as his dark walnut-eyes travel up and down my body. It makes my secret place quiver.

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I see red.

Literally, a short red dress reveals miles of tan leg, and... fuck me, is that the curve of her ass peeking out underneath the skirt?

I will kill every male in this room. Happily, then, I can have her all to myself.I only keep my alpha-wolf in check because my mate is smiling. A big, beautiful, relaxed smile grows when she sees me.

Relief crashes over me like a two-by-four to the head. The worst feeling was to wake up and find her missing, the bed stale and cold. I followed her scent and the faint pulse of my Mark in a blind panic right to the door of the bar.

She wasn't running from me. She was just... fuck if I know why she came to the Watering Hole, but she didn't leave my territory, and that's all that matters.

"My Bliss," my chest rumbles with the part demand, part plea. I need her.

My mouth runs dry, and my dick is hard as a rock as she saunters over to me, her body swaying in its natural, tantalizing rhythm.

One delicate hand lays over my right pectoral, the other cups my left cheek. My nerve endings jump under her palms. Every ounce of energy in my body zeros in on those two places.

I breathe her in, my alpha-wolf reveling in how much she smells like her mate. I slid my hands to cup her bottom and pull her tight to my straining cock. She's not wearing underwear, and I think I might blackout for a second. When she nuzzles my chin, I swallow my tongue for the second time tonight.

"Ah, do you need clothes, Alpha?" Owen sounds like he's grinding down his back molars.

Shit. I'm naked. Of course, I am. I shifted to seek out my mate as quickly and efficiently as possible.

This means my new jewelry is on display for the entire pack to see. For example, my brother, who is trying desperately to hold back his laughter and failing miserably.

"Nice belt," Ezra chokes out.

"My mate placed it on me," I tell him as my fingers find the crease between her ass and the backs of her thighs and sink into flesh. I sound like I'm bragging. It's embarrassing, true, but I love her possessiveness.

"It's real pretty. Thought you were a simple wolf, but hey. Fancy."

I just roll my eyes at my brother's smirk. At least the idiot has stopped laughing. "Owen, give me your shirt," I hold out my hand and accept the black tee. Turning to my mate, I pull it on over her head. It covers her more than that pathetic excuse for a dress but still reveals her thighs and legs.

"Told you so," I hear Owen mutter.

"Here, In." Ezra takes some sweatpants handed to him from a packmate who slipped behind the bar, and I tug them on without my eyes leaving my mate.

She's smiling, looking around with curiosity and joy shining in her eyes. Her fingers on my chest are stroking just the slightest bit in a rhythm that matches the beat of the music.

"You want to dance, my Bliss?" I murmur to her.

Golden eyes come back to me, and she smiles a sexy, secret smile. I feel a bead of sweat roll down my brow. Did she learn this look from Sarj's dumb little master-bait book orshit, did she just learn this naturally?

"Alphason?" a voice speaks up from behind me. I look out of the corner of my eye to split my attention between my mate and the speaker because I can'tnotlook at my cat.

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