Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 109853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“Why? It’s not like he can hurt me if I don’t. He left you.”
“Yeah, but, see, he left me with a ton of people—all of whom will leap on your skinny ass if you touch me. The fact that you’re breathing my air will be enough to piss them off.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t rough up women. I do, however, like getting roughed up in bed.” His mouth curled into a wicked, cruel smile. “Trick, well, he does like to play rough. I sure hope you’re into anal. That’s his thing. If you give him that, there’s a chance he’ll stick around awhile. A slight chance, anyway.”
“You’re mumbling. But then, I’ll bet it’s hard to sound coherent when you have a mouth full of bullshit. Just swallow it down. I’m sure you’ve had plenty of practice with swallowing.”
His eyes flared. “Where Trick’s concerned, I sure have. Tastes good, doesn’t he?”
God, she really despised this asshole. She put her hand over his. “You know, I can only think that you asked a genie for a big cock but he turned you into one instead.” She unsheathed her claws, stabbing them into his hand, scraping bone.
His eyes bulged and he cried out in pain—her wolf sure did love that sound.
Frankie gave him a mocking smile. “Why did the black bear cross the road? Because the she-wolf wanted to jerk him off with a pencil sharpener.”
“You little bitch.”
“I like to think of myself as more of a hemorrhoid. I mean, look how gifted I am at irritating assholes—you’re practically steaming.” She sheathed her claws, releasing him.
He cradled his hand. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“Depends what day it is.”
He looked about to curse a blue streak, but then he froze as some of the Phoenix and Mercury Pack members appeared, including Derren and Zander. All of them radiated hostility as they glared at Rio. At the same time, Ally hurried down the bar to see what was happening.
“What did you say to her?” Marcus demanded.
Rio widened his eyes. “Me? She just stabbed my damn hand!”
“He just wanted me to be clear that Trick prefers guys to girls and it would be better for us both if I left Trick before we fully imprinted,” Frankie told them. “I did explain that we’re true mates and that Rio should just walk away, but he needed a little . . . convincing.”
Marcus went toe to toe with him. “You tried to get between Trick and his mate? You actually fucking tried that?”
Rio swallowed. “She needed to hear the truth. You know as well as I do that he’s g—”
“Mated,” Marcus finished. “He’s mated and happy. You saw that for yourself. That’s why you came over here. You resent that she can make him happy when it was something you could never do. I told you long ago that pursuing him was pointless. There was only one person he’d ever commit to, but you didn’t want to see that. Tonight, you did. And instead of being happy for the guy you’ve repeatedly claimed to care about, you’re trying to plant seeds of doubt in his mate’s head to spoil what they have.”
“You’re lucky all she did was stab your hand,” said Taryn. “If she’d had a hammer nearby, things would have worked out very differently.”
“Hammer?” echoed Ally.
“I’ll tell you about it later,” Taryn told her.
Derren clenched his fists, still glaring at Rio. “I’m thinking we should continue this conversation in the alley outside.” Translation: he thought they should take the bear outside and pound into him a little.
“That’s an idea I can get behind,” said Zander.
Marcus fisted Rio’s collar and began dragging him toward the rear of the club.
“Wait!” cried Rio, but they didn’t.
Zander lingered long enough to shoot a look of warning at his mate. “Stay here with the others. Don’t go off on your own.”
He started to follow the other males when Gwen called out, “Wait, before you go, is it all right if I just . . .” Trailing off, she shook her head. “It’s okay. Never mind.”
Zander’s eyes narrowed. “Gwen, spit it out.”
She waved a hand. “Really, it doesn’t matter.”
“Tell me what you were going to say.”
“But it doesn’t matter,” she insisted, eyes wide with innocence.
He swore. “Stop testing my sanity.”
“But it’s fun to watch you lose it a slice at a time.”
With another curse, he strode off.
Smiling, Gwen said, “His protectiveness knows no boundaries.”
Harley sighed. “I can relate. I’m pretty sure it’s a dominant male thing.”
“Yeah,” agreed Shaya. “I feel sorry for them in a lot of ways. They never seem to realize that they’re actually never going to get their own way all the time. They keep insisting on it. It’s like watching people purposely bang their heads against a brick wall. Weird or what?”
Jesse cleared his throat. “I’m right here.”