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She flinches when he rolls his tongue over her name. I feel a rumble too soft to be Atlas.
The sound boils from somewhere so deep inside me, I didn’t know the spot existed.
“I don’t know how to dance.” Lilah dips her head as she presses back in her chair, trying to put distance between her and the devil’s hand.
“Even better. I love to lead.”
Finn lunges. Hunter grabs him, muscles cording in his neck as he tries to hold him back.
Maybe this time we should let Finn loose.
“We have an audience.” Jett sounds as cold as ever, but there’s fire in his eyes as he watches Dom creep closer and closer to our Lilah.
“Am I starting a war?” Dom asks. “All I want is a dance with this pretty thing.”
Lilah pushes out a breath, squaring her shoulders, and when she lifts her head, I see the determination in the press of her lips.
She’s going to accept.
She’s going to take one for the team when all we’ve done since we met her is act like crazy assholes.
Something cracks inside of me.
Lilah shouldn’t have to be so brave.
Even when I should hate her, when I should love watching Dom Redfang drag away the biggest threat to my life, all I want to do is apologize.
The words would only feel hollow.
The only thing I can do is give her my protection.
I lunge from my chair and shoulder Lilah out of the way to take Dom’s hand. “I accept.”
His flesh is cold as a snake’s, his eyes just as reptilian, and his calculating smile may as well come with a forked tongue. “Orion Wyvern. What a pleasure.”
He draws my hand to his arm, pulling me to the dancefloor. Panic and disgust writhe up and down my spine.
“No,” Lilah protests. “I’ll—”
One of my alphas shuts her up with a growl.
Knowing they’re watching, knowing even a drug lord can’t do shit to me in a venue this public, I let myself be taken to the floor.
Dom moves one hand to my shoulder and one to my waist. He doesn’t touch skin, but I have the distinct feeling of snake scales slithering over my flesh as his eyes eat me up.
My hormones might keep me out of field missions, but I trained with the pack for years. If he tries shit, I can handle myself.
Even if I can’t, better me than Lilah.
“You’re as lovely as the rumors say.” Dom bends into my space, taking a deep breath that makes me shudder. He smells like leather in his way, but cold and dry. Nothing like Atlas’s warmth. It’s the scent of a shedding snake, hiding in a hole, waiting for its chance to strike.
He’s handsome if your type is cold, dark, and murderous, with black hair and a hint of madness in the emptiness of even blacker eyes.
It’s not the cold feel of a sociopath. When Dom Redfang stares at your throat, you know he’s looking forward to guzzling your blood.
I move like a robot as he leads us around the floor to the sound of music I can’t hear.
“You’re quiet tonight. I expected better conversation from the omega who charmed the Wyvern pack.”
