Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Delilah gasped as the thin lace string gave way and her panties went slithering down to her ankles. The seven-inch heels of her boots got tangled in the stretchy fabric and she went down—barely managing to hang onto the pole with one hand as she did.
The man who had grabbed her panties and yelled for her to show her pussy was on her in a flash. He must have been drunk, because I knew this kind of behavior wasn’t usually tolerated. He actually crawled up on the stage with her and started to paw at her naked body!
That was it—my paralysis broke and I was striding up to the stage, covering the distance in less time than it takes to tell.
Delilah was struggling with the drunk, crying for help as she tried to fend off his seeking hands. He was grabbing one of her bare breasts and doing his best to pry open her thighs so he could get to her pussy, practically drooling as he did so.
I saw red—I mean that literally. It was like a bloody curtain dropped over my vision and every part of me—including the Wolf inside me—wanted nothing more than to rip out the fucking throat of the man who was trying to hurt my little sister. Delilah was mine, damn it, and I would kill anyone who touched her!
“Get off her, you asshole!” I growled, grabbing him by the back of his collar and hauling him off the stage.
“Wha—?” His eyes rolled up to look at me, confusion and irritation on his face. “Lemme go, man—I wasn’t doin’ nothing!” He protested.
“Yes, you fucking were!” I could feel myself wanting to Shift—as a Wolf I could rip out his throat with my teeth—that was what I wanted to do.
Instead, I pulled out my Glock and shoved it under his chin.
“You fucker!” I snarled in his face. “That’s my little sister you were putting your hands on!”
His eyes widened and he was suddenly sober.
“I’m sorry, man!” His voice was high and panicked. “So fucking sorry! I didn’t know she was yours! I didn’t mean no harm—I swear it!”
“I ought to blow your fucking brains out!” I told him. “And I would—if I didn’t have something else to deal with. But you’re not getting away without a souvenir to teach you some fucking manners.”
I held him by the collar and clubbed him across the side of the face with the Glock—twice. There’s nothing like a good pistol-whipping to teach an asshole a lesson. Then I shoved him down and kicked him in the ribs two or three times for good measure. The fucker was going to remember this night for a long, long time.
Then and only then, when he was howling and crying and trying to crawl away from the puddle of blood and snot he was leaking all over the floor, did I re-holster my gun and turn my attention back to the stage.
Delilah was crouched there on her knees, trying to cover herself with her arms. Her mismatched eyes were wide with fear as she stared first at me, and then at the man I had just beaten so brutally.
I wasn’t surprised at that look on her face—she’d never seen the Alpha side of me before. I was always so gentle with her—so tender—the perfect big brother.
Not any more.
Grabbing her by the arm, I hauled her off the stage. She stumbled and would have fallen if I hadn’t caught her. She’s not short for a woman—she’s five foot five, which is pretty average I think. But I’m six foot six and built like a bull, just like my Dad was, so I was well able to manhandle her.
I grabbed her and set her on her feet in the now deserted room. The other drunk patrons had scattered when they saw what I was doing to Delilah’s attacker. So we had the place to ourselves—not that you would know it, considering the way she was still trying to cover herself.
“Stop that!” I pulled her arms away from her naked body, baring her luscious curves. “You were happy enough to parade around nude a minute ago—why are you trying to hide yourself now?”
“Because you’re my big brother!” She flared, glaring up at me. “And I think you’ve made it clear how you feel about seeing me naked! But you know what? Fine!”
She stopped trying to cover herself and stood up straight instead. Lifting her chin, she thrust out her full breasts letting me see her ripe nipples which were tight with fear. (Yes, I knew she was afraid—I could smell it on her. The same way I had smelled her fear as well as her desire when she offered herself to me that night a year ago.) She even spread her legs to show me her pussy, which was now waxed and completely bare, without even a tiny patch of curls left to cover her.