Page 91 of Wolf Unseen

The more I tried to ignore the wolf, the more his eyes burned into my ass. Or so it felt.

After two more hours of drinking fae wine cocktails dispensed from under the counter at the bar, my kitty cats had achieved a happily inebriated state, while I was ready for bed. Only I couldn’t leave yet because I still needed to track down and interrogate—sorry, talk to—my suspects.

Tobias had long since vanished, but I knew Tate would be around here somewhere. Tank too. Those three were rarely apart.

“I need a drink of water,” I yelled in Haley’s ear as she twirled her hips to a human pop song. Kasia was busy chatting up a panther shifter nearby, and both Bree and Raquel had sloped off claiming to need the bathroom.

I’d caught them giving a pair of cheetah shifters heart eyes, so I assumed needing the bathroom was girl code for having sex in a cupboard.

Haley nodded and continued dancing seductively for a jaguar shifter wearing a Purge mask. I caught Kasia’s eye as I passed and pointed to Haley, so she could keep a close eye on our friend. None of us wanted a repeat of the last full moon party.

Thank the goddess that the honey badger shifter was dead. Maybe Tate Montes wasn’t the villain in Lorna’s story after all.

Ignoring the many lecherous looks that followed me, thanks to my obscenely tight dress, I made my way to a set of double doors at the back of the ballroom. There was no sign of Simba. I wasn’t sure why he had even come here, as there seemed little in the way of adult supervision from what I’d observed. I’d spotted Miss Raven dirty dancing with a bear shifter earlier, so she was definitely here to get laid.

Once outside, I huffed a lungful of cold air and exhaled slowly, releasing some of the tension in my body. The pendant rested between my breasts, a reminder that all I had to do was tear it off and I’d be a male again. Not that I planned to do that; a male wearing a skin-tight latex dress would attract far too much attention, and my male clothes were still in the felines’ apartment.

Just as I was about to go back into the ballroom, the air shifted around me and my inner beast perked up.

“Not enjoying the party?” drawled a familiar voice. I spun around to find Tobias leaning against the wall, his devil horns askew and shirt now fully unbuttoned. Forcing myself not to ogle his muscular chest, I shrugged.

“The party’s fine.” It was dangerous being this close to Tobias. Sure, I looked female, but to his wolf, I’d smell the same. “I should get back to my friends,” I said, pasting a polite smile on my face.

“No need to rush away.” He stepped closer, blocking my exit, and then frowned. “That scent,” he murmured. “You remind me of someone.”

“Perfume,” I blurted. “Super expensive Dior perfume.”

“Perfume?” Tobias squinted at me in confusion. “No, human perfume is fake as fuck. This…your scent…is…”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence. He jolted in surprise when I shoved past him, but before I could escape, he’d hooked me around the waist.

“Fuck, you smell delicious,” he groaned, pressing his nose against my neck.

All I had to do was drive my elbow back and stamp on his foot with my spiked heel. The wolf wouldn’t expect a much smaller female to attack him.

But I couldn’t do it. Not with my inner beast pushing me closer, demanding we let this stupid wolf claim us.

He edged me into a deep pocket of purple shadow behind a potted palm, and to my shame, I did nothing to stop him. Instead of struggling, demanding he release me immediately or kneeing him in the balls, I yanked his head down, closed the gap between us, and kissed him.

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Tobias

Burned sugar filled my nose, along with the sweetest hint of feminine arousal. My beast howled and roared in my chest. I’d been celibate since meeting my little hybrid wolf, yet this female had my wolf behaving like a feral beast in rut. Nothing made sense, but lust pheromones had scrambled my brain, and I was in no state to analyze the situation.

The little female wolf wasn’t in the slightest bit submissive, and I loved it.

The kiss deepened as she ground against me, her tight little body fitting mine so perfectly it was as if the goddess had created her just for me.

We were mere feet away from the doors that led back into the ballroom. Anyone could walk out here and see us. Not that I gave a fuck. Although both schools banned sexual activity at co-ed social events, nobody took a damn bit of notice of that rule. Even knowing there were faculty members here did nothing to prevent lusty shifters from making out in dark corners or sloping off into the gardens to get laid. Besides, I’d spotted Miss Raven draped over a tiger shifter, and I knew for a fact she’d be fucking him by the end of the evening.

I pressed my angelic little wolf against the rough stone wall. A small hand slid inside my open shirt, tracing a path over my abs. Goddess, I could barely think. This female had scrambled my brain, and I couldn’t even blame the fae wine. The one glass I’d consumed burned off an hour ago, and I hadn’t touched a drop of liquor since.

Forcing my brain to focus, I broke the kiss. Not because I wanted this to end—far from it—but because I needed to know who she was.

She stared up at me, her pretty green eyes glazed, lips puffy and pink. I pushed a lock of red hair away from her flushed cheek and smiled.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” She shoved me back and slid sideways, putting more space between us.