I giggle, and it draws both of the men’s attention. “Don’t mind me, I’m just passing through.” I know I’m still smiling. I probably look a little deranged, but who cares? I feel like I just found something I didn’t know I lost.
“Who’s she?” the angry dude hisses. “Somebody else who’s going to get picked before me?”
“She showed up a few days ago with those guys over there.” I keep walking as if I can’t hear them. “They’ve been with the alpha most of the time. I think the blond guy is a big deal among the shifters. I don’t know for sure though, nobody tells me anything important yet, I’m too new.”
“She’s probably fucking him,” he sneers.
I stop in my tracks. “Who do you think I’m fucking?” My voice comes out louder and angrier than I intended. The new wolf’s eyes widen, but the angry dude just scowls at me like I’m the one doing something wrong by eavesdropping. I snap my fingers a few times near his face. “Hello, I’m talking to you.”
The wolf lowers his eyes and his head. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles and backs away. He may not be smart, but he’s not stupid either.
“You’re probably fucking everybody to get to the top of the list.”
I jut out my hip and tick off my fingers. “Calix, Kitten, and Grim.” I hold up those three fingers. “Doesn’t look like everybody.” We’re drawing a little attention, and a few people move in closer.
“That’s probably just today. Give it time,” he jeers.
“I wish I had time for all three of them already today, but the night is still young.” I waggle my eyebrows.
“Slut,” he snarls, and looks around. It’s the first time he’s noticed his friend has abandoned him and that others are watching our exchange.
“You’re lucky I’m already full and in a good mood, you sour little man.” A tinge of anger tarnishes my wrath high.
“Yeah, sure.” The guy turns and slams smack into Torin’s chest. Gunnar is standing just behind him, with a murderous glare directed at the guy who just called me a slut. My heart rate picks up. I do love a good beatdown. I take another look at the guy. I can tell he takes care of himself, he’s fit. He probably thinks he’s pretty tough among humans, but there are not many humans here tonight.
“Are you insulting my guest?” Torin’s voice is low, menacing.
“A-Alpha,” he stutters. I let out a scoff. The guy is not worth my time or Gunnar’s.
I strut past Torin and give him a light tap on the shoulder as I pass. “I don’t know if you’re thinking about changing him or whatever, but he’s got some issues. Just a heads-up.”
Gunnar’s eyes track my movements as I get closer to him. “Hey, Kitten, don’t you just look lovely, all angry and snarly,” I coo, and slide the front of my body against his. My lips just skim the skin of his neck above his collar, so I plant a soft, open mouth kiss there.
One of his arms wraps around my back. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes before trouble finds you.” His words are a little slurred, since his jaw is shifted to accommodate his razor-sharp teeth. “I don’t like trouble.”
I spin and lean back against Gunnar. “Kill him if it makes you feel better, but I warn you, it’s going to be very underwhelming.” I wiggle my little pinky finger, implying that’s all it would take for my man, no, my Berserker to get rid of him.
Torin looks over his shoulder and meets my gaze. “I’ll take care of him for the insult.” His dark brown eyes are alive for the first time this evening. I think Torin needs this way more than Gunnar does. Besides, I have a better idea to make sure Gunnar finds release.
Chapter 14
Itow Gunnar away from the small group that’s formed around Torin and the angry man. He doesn’t resist, but he keeps turning around to see what’s happening behind us. “Come on, didn’t I promise you a special blow job?”
That gets his full attention. His hand tightens on mine, and he turns that intense stare to me. “Huh?”
“You heard what I said.” I spin around and start walking backward so I can see his face. “Your dick, my mouth, interested?”
His eyes dilate and his head moves up and down as he swallows. “There will never be a time when the answer will be anything but fuck yes.”
“Then come on.” I turn around again, and he ends up pulling me along until we find a mostly empty hallway. There’s a woman coming out of a door, but she doesn’t notice us at first because she’s looking down at a dainty little purse clutched in her hands.
Gunnar heads right for the door she’s exiting, mumbling, “Pardon,” as if it’s a habit while poking his head into the room. The woman gives me a saucy wink as we pass. She must know what a man on a mission looks like.
Gunnar pushes the door open too hard, as is his custom, and it slams against the wall. I don’t even bother saying anything. I have a single second to look around as Gunnar leads me over to a small sitting area of what looks like a ladies’ bathroom. There is a small bench, which is large enough for three women to sit on, with rolled sides instead of arms, and it’s placed in front of the mirror.
Gunnar puts one big palm on my shoulder and pushes down, and the other goes to his fly to release his pants. Without resistance, I lower myself to the floor so I’m kneeling before him. His chin is tilted all the way down, but I can still see the squareness of his jaw and width of his massive shoulders, so I know he’s still part beast.
I stare up at him from under my lashes, and even though I’m the one at his feet, an intense feeling of power comes over me. His nostrils flare as I lean into him, allowing my breasts to brush against his legs. He’s already rock-hard when he pulls his cock out of his pants. I hum in appreciation.
