Page 30 of B Negative

“Tell Jaxson, Eden is here,” I said softly, hands still raised.

The wolf stepped fully from behind the bush, tawny brown coat raised and ruffled. But only for a moment. Fur melted away, disappearing to reveal skin the exact same shade of tawny brown.

A naked man stood before me, wide, fighting stance and more bulging muscles than honestly looked comfortable.

I mean, I wouldn’t want to cuddle him.

He wasn’t the least bit bothered by his nudity while I had to leash my gaze to his face. His heavy brow ridge, sharp nose, and square, muscular jaw all said that this guy was the brawn, no doubt about it.

“The fuck do you think you are, ordering me around, vamper?”

Vamper? Fuck, I hadn’t heard that slur in a very long time. I bit back the raft of shit I wanted to unleash on him, just in time for him to step closer and smell me.

“Christ, you smell like you were ridden hard and put away wet.”

I dropped my hands to my sides and stepped toward him, trying my very best not to rip his big head right off his lumpy shoulders. “Excuse me? What did you just fucking say to me?”

The shifter smirked at me and took another step closer. “I said, you smell like stinking vamper sex, and if I’m not mistaken—and I rarely am—your scent is mingled with not one but two kings. How’s slutting it up working for you?”

I was a lot of things—bartender, safecracker, hot-head—but I was also a new vamp who didn’t know shit about vampires or their place in the supernatural community.

Did that stop me from hauling off and cracking the oversized bag of rocks in the skull?

Absolutely not.

I was so fast he didn’t even see me coming. And I gotta say, the sound of my fist crunching against his thick head? Pretty satisfying.

The shithead fell like a drunk frat boy with a glass jaw.

“Don’t talk to women like that,” I said to his unconscious body before hauling his enormous frame up and over my shoulders and slinging his middle around my neck so his arms and head were hung over my right shoulder and his feet dangled on my left.

It was the only way I could carry him without getting an eyeful of shifter dick and ass. Fortunately, my hair protected my neck from the flaccid shifter dick pressed against it, but I was definitely gonna lather, rinse, repeat a fuckton the moment I could.

I followed that familiar scent into the woods until I came to a clearing with about a dozen log cabin-style cottages dotted throughout. I marched right to the center of the clearing and shouted. “Jaxson! I took out your lookout guy. Between you and me, he’s a real piece of work.”

One by one, amber eyes appeared in trees surrounding the clearing.

I plopped the shifter on the ground and stared at all those pairs of eyes staring at me, advancing toward me.

Snarling and snapping at me.

“OK, I admit, taking out a pack lookout kind of sends the wrong message. But, I mean, he totally had it coming. You’ve got to know what a dildo this guy is.”

The pack drew closer, inching closing in on me, one padded footfall at a time.

I put my hands back in the air and stepped backward away from the lookout douche. “Look, no hard feelings, OK? He said some shit, and I laid him out. I’m just here to see Jaxson, anyway. Would one of you mind grabbing him for me?”

The wolves circled me, snapping and growling, just a few feet from catching clothes and skin in those vicious teeth.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I could take out one overgrown wolf shifter, but I sure as shit wasn’t going to fare very well against a whole goddamn pack.

Where the fuck was Jaxson.

Was this even his pack?

Why wasn’t he here?

A burly wolf with a shaggy orange-hued coat padded forward, shifting into his human form.

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