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“Yes.”
“Of…a pack?”
“Yes.”
“Is the pack Moon Co?”
“Well, the pack is simply a community of shifters, but yes, many of my pack members work here.”
“And Aiden…?”
“His father is alpha of their pack. My parents were from rival packs. A regular Romeo and Juliet.”
Her eyes round.
“In light of that relationship, ours can hardly be worse. Listen, Madi–” I kiss the bare skin framed by the cut-out of her dress. “A relationship with a human might be difficult, but I’d like to explore it with you.”
Madison takes in a sharp breath and holds it.
“Wolves aren’t usually attracted to humans, but I’m helplessly, hopelessly attracted to you. When you called it quits, I tried to shake it off, but I can’t. You’re all I want.”
She blinks rapidly like she’s hiding tears. “Oh.”
“Come home with me tonight,” I coax, biting her breast through her dress. “I need to have you near me. Please.”
The scent of her arousal floods my nostrils, making me dizzy with lust.
She gives a tiny nod of assent. “Okay.” Her answer is sweet and soft.
It’s everything I need to hear.
Chapter Fifteen
Madi
Brick Blackthroat wants to have a relationship with me. That almost shocks me more than the fact that he's a wolf. I’m still quickly assimilating both as Brick drives me to his place.
When we left the stairwell, hand-in-hand, the Adalwulf contingent had already vacated the building, and it was just Blackthroat’s team left in the conference room, discussing the situation in heated voices.
The way they all stopped talking when we came in tells me I was a large part of that discussion.
“What now?” Vance asked in a tight voice, his gaze flicking from me to Blackthroat.
“Go home. I’ll clean up my own mess.”
None of them seemed to like that, but other than disgruntled stares, no one protested.
“Am I your mess?” I ask as we drive. “When you said you’d clean up your own mess, did that mean me?”
He slides a sidelong glance at me from behind the wheel. “Humans aren’t supposed to know about our kind. Obviously.”
“Yes, obviously.” I’d already assumed that much. “As you said, I signed an NDA. I won’t breathe a word. Not even to Aubrey.”
He sends me another unfathomable glance. “Thank you.”
I fidget for another moment. I have to ask. “Are you taking me home because I’m part of the mess?”
“No, Windows.” He gives a humorless laugh. “I would have your memory wiped if I didn’t trust you–without hesitation. Even though it could damage that big, beautiful brain of yours. We take our privacy and pack safety very seriously.”
