Page 18 of Mates & Mercenaries

“I want you,” I say as her lips travel down my body towards my steel rod. Every part of me aches to feel every part of her. I’ve wanted to get my hands on Skylar ever since I first saw her, and now…

I moan as her lips wrap around my cock and she drives me down the back of her throat. The wet heat of her mouth surrounds me, covering me in her salvia in a way that I need. This is the hottest sight I’ve ever seen in my God damn life. I can’t get enough. This is even better than I thought it would be.

I knot my fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp as I feel her head bob up and down. The way her tongue swirls around me as I move is like fire. My God, how does she know my body so well? How does she know exactly what I need?

I toss my head back and let out a primal sound that’s so close to a wolf howl it’s unbelievable. Now that I know Skylar is a wolf as well, I’m even more animalistic. I don’t want to let her go, I don’t want her to slip through my fingers. I just want to stay here with her forever…

My eyes open the moment the car comes to a stop. The dream floats out of my brain, leaving nothing but guilt behind. Guilt because I know I fucked up.

The dream went way further than reality. In truth, she patted the bed beside her and I took a seat. I wanted to hold her and do all of those naughty things with her, but we just talked. She told me to be careful and apologized that I was caught up in this in the first place, which was something that she definitely didn’t need to do.

Then she kissed me, ever so briefly. If it wasn’t for the lightning bolts of excitement exploding between us, I could have easily thought of it as nothing more than a sweet gesture to say goodbye to me. But I know she felt it too.

I don’t know what will happen when we get back to the cabin, but I want to talk everything through with Creed first. He’s already admitted that he’s at a transitional phase of his life. The last thing I need to do is make it worse for him. We shouldn’t fight over Skylar.

“Nice nap?” Creed laughs mirthfully. “You looked like you were sleeping deep. Do you need any more rest before we go in that bar to kick some ass?”

I look over to where he’s pointing, not liking the energy coming from that building at all. I have faced evil and survived, but it didn’t feel quite as weighty as this.

We have more to lose now, that much is for sure. But we also have more to gain as well.

“I’m ready. Let’s go and do this now. Sooner rather than later, am I right?”

Creed doesn’t answer me, not with works anyway. He slides out the car and I do the same. We could shift, but it’ll be better if it doesn’t come down to that. So we take a few weapons with us.

We stand outside the bar, determination surging through us. I can only imagine that we look like the men on a mission that we are.

“A biker bar?” I ask. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. “And the wolves are here?”

“The New York wolves are in here somewhere,” Creed replies. “We just need to find them. There must be a way we can track them.”

It won’t be as easy in a room shrouded with overpowering sounds and smells. I don’t quite know how we’re going to pick anyone out, but I will do what I can.

We walk inside and head to the bar, acting as casual as we can manage while surrounded by human civilians. Creed orders us drinks while I take a look around the room. Plenty of mean-looking tough guys all covered in tattoos. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing to worry about. What we’re looking for is someone who stands out. Someone who’s different.

“Shit. Creed, look. Four guys in suits, over to the left. You think that’s them?” I ask quietly.

I sip my beer while Creed discretely looks at who I’m talking about. His small gasp of shock tells me I’m right. But there are four of them and only two of us, which means we’re outnumbered and we need to think this through carefully. We need to plan our moves strategically so we don’t fuck up.

Or maybe not. Creed is up and out of his seat before I can even make a suggestion about how to handle this, taking the choice into his own hands again. God damn it, my alpha is going to get me killed.

I sigh and follow Creed, because what other choice do I have? I take a seat beside him at the table like we belong there. His eyes are firmly fixed on the deck of cards on the table, like he hasn’t noticed the atmosphere has completely shifted because of our arrival.

“This is a private get together,” one of the men tells us in an icy tone. “There are plenty of seats in this place, so there is no reason for you to sit here.”

“So you don’t want to let a couple of amateurs join in? You might win some cash.”

“We’re not about to be hustled by you.”

“Just let us join in for fun, then,” Creed continues, refusing to give it up. “Let us play a couple of rounds. What’s the harm? We just want to say hi.”

As the men exchange unimpressed looks, I discretely reach down toward my ankle to get out my knife if I need to. I never wanted it to become this, but I didn’t have a lot of say in the matter.

“Fine.” The man finally relents and signals to the dealer to deal out the cards once more. “You can join for a couple of rounds, but no bullshit.”

“My name is Creed, by the way, and this is my buddy, Rex.”

“Dean,” says the guy who has been doing all the talking. “This is Kyle, Fred, and Ben.”

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