Page 19 of The Weakest Wolf

The thought of her naked beneath me, her soft breasts mashed against my chest, and my hands pinning hers over her head as she stares up at me with eyes glassy with desire, has me taking a step forward before I can stop myself.

I growl.

Slowly, she sinks to her knees and lowers her head. It’s not the submission I want, but before my wolf can pin her, I force myself to turn away from the intoxicating scent of her. I reach for my memories of Melody and of all that she suffered in this place, because of this pack. Because of Sierra Stone.

As I pass Leo, I pause when my nose picks up Sierra’s scent on him.

I’ve never needed to kill someone as badly as I do now. My body trembles with it.

I take a step toward him. He tenses as if he feels my looming attack. I prepare to lunge. His throat is right there. He could be dead in seconds.

But then I remember the necklace.

If all she looks for in a mate is someone who stares at her breasts and grabs her ass in front of a roomful of men, they deserve each other.

He can have her.

I walk out.

Run.

That’s the only thing that has a chance of silencing the raging beast inside me.

Maybe not even that.

5

SIERRA

Leo’s hand squeezes my breast hard enough to bruise.

I wince, but I don’t move from where he has me pinned beneath him on the cold, hard ground.

His mouth forms a tight seal on my throat, and he sucks hard.

Fucking great. Now I have a hickey to look forward to.

When he eventually dials back on the sucking, I sigh in relief, until the tip of his tongue laps my pulse. I jerk in surprise.

Uh, what woman doesn’t love a good pulse licking?

His stupid tongue breaks my concentration, which means I have to start over.

I release a slow, steady breath and take a second to refocus, but it’s hopeless. My mind has been on a loop since breakfast. As I stare up at the night sky, I think about it again.

Galen killed Kaylen so easily. How could he have made it look so effortless when every single person I’ve gone after has been so hard?

And then there was that look on his face.

When Leo and the others were talking about Melody, my hands shook so badly that I had to hide them. Not because of fear, but because of fury. I would have set that room on fire if I could, even if it meant I burned with the rest of them.

But then I looked into Galen’s face, and even though he was smiling, I’d have put money on the fact he hated them as much as I did.

It must’ve been in my head, because why would he?

He was probably just kicking himself because of all the ‘fun’ he’d missed out on.

Leo pinches my nipple. Biting off a curse, I just stop myself from kneeing him in the balls. I’ve barely re-started my task when he slides his hand down my stomach and under the waistband of my shorts.

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