lip and shooting
more glances his way. Eventually she nodded, agreeing to whatever
Tabitha was proposing, then the two disappeared from his view as a
group of Lycans passed by. The next time Reno saw the girls they
were dancing and the issue—whatever it had been—seemed to have been
resolved.
Reno narrowed his
eyes as he watched her. She twirled around, her long red hair like
a fiery curtain, the tendrils swaying back and forth. The colour
fascinated him and he wondered what it would be like to have it
brushing over his body, to run his hands through it while sampling
her mouth.
He sipped his
beer, considering the situation. He was an instructor, albeit a
temporary one, yet during their brief conversation she’d indicated
this was a celebratory night as her studies were now over. Plus
she’d never been in any of his courses—except as a temporary
assistant—so there really was no problem if they chose to
associate.
Oh, yes there was,
his nobler half reminded him. Enforcers don’t get attached. The
lifestyle isn’t conducive to relationships. But, the devil in him
persuaded, who said he and Brandi had to have a long term
relationship? She was interested in him. He found her attractive. A
casual encounter might be all she was after. She knew what he was,
even if she did try to put a sympathetic spin on it.
All through his
mental wrangling his wolf remained quiet, though the idea of a
quick roll in the hay had its tail thumping. Ever since he’d pinned
the girl down, the creature wanted to do it again. He smiled
indulgently. The beast loved nothing more than the thrill of the
hunt followed by dominating its prey. Running a finger over the
spot where she’d scratched him, he recalled how she’d submitted to
him, lifting her chin, and exposing her throat. A soft growl
rumbled in his chest.
Brandi turned
about as she danced and ended up facing his way, her eyes closed,
obviously lost in the song. Her body undulated to the tempo and his
own flared to life again. Damn. Was she deliberately being
provocative or...? He stared at her, shivers of desire afflicting
his groin, his wolf becoming increasingly alert, testing the air to
catch her scent.
Lycans surrounded
them yet her scent was all too easy to find. In the short time
they’d sat together, he’d registered it and it was just as
incredible now as it had been that first time he’d encountered her
in his class. Heady and sweet, it reminded him of the drink she’d
been named after.
“So what do you
think?” Brad slid into a seat beside him, while placing two beers
on the table.
“About the girl?
She’s okay.” Reno picked up the fresh drink and gave a negligent
shrug.
“No, I meant the
Black Devils.” Brad gestured, and Reno forced himself to shift his
focus.
The three young
men Brad had pointed out to him the other day were leaning against
the bar, surrounded by a group of young females, all obviously
vying for attention. Some were co-eds while others were likely
members of the home pack who had come to enjoy the end of term
celebrations.
Kane was only
showing a passing interest in the attention being bestowed upon
him. He smiled politely at the young blonde talking to him while
Ryne could be heard making inappropriately suggestive comments,
which caused the girls to giggle. It was Damien that drew his
attention, however.
The kid was slowly
sizing up each female, a smirk on his face as if he knew he only
had to make a choice and the girl would fall in with his plans.
Reno narrowed his eyes. Yep, Damien was smirking, yet there was
something else there as well. A tiredness or cynicism as if he’d
played out this scene too many times and did it out of habit rather
than any real interest.
Damien glanced up
and caught Reno watching him. Across the distance a silent battle
of wills began. Their gazes locked, neither willing to look away.
Reno forced back the smile hovering on the edge of his lips. The
kid had more than his fair share of guts. Not many
more glances his way. Eventually she nodded, agreeing to whatever
Tabitha was proposing, then the two disappeared from his view as a
group of Lycans passed by. The next time Reno saw the girls they
were dancing and the issue—whatever it had been—seemed to have been
resolved.
Reno narrowed his
eyes as he watched her. She twirled around, her long red hair like
a fiery curtain, the tendrils swaying back and forth. The colour
fascinated him and he wondered what it would be like to have it
brushing over his body, to run his hands through it while sampling
her mouth.
He sipped his
beer, considering the situation. He was an instructor, albeit a
temporary one, yet during their brief conversation she’d indicated
this was a celebratory night as her studies were now over. Plus
she’d never been in any of his courses—except as a temporary
assistant—so there really was no problem if they chose to
associate.
Oh, yes there was,
his nobler half reminded him. Enforcers don’t get attached. The
lifestyle isn’t conducive to relationships. But, the devil in him
persuaded, who said he and Brandi had to have a long term
relationship? She was interested in him. He found her attractive. A
casual encounter might be all she was after. She knew what he was,
even if she did try to put a sympathetic spin on it.
All through his
mental wrangling his wolf remained quiet, though the idea of a
quick roll in the hay had its tail thumping. Ever since he’d pinned
the girl down, the creature wanted to do it again. He smiled
indulgently. The beast loved nothing more than the thrill of the
hunt followed by dominating its prey. Running a finger over the
spot where she’d scratched him, he recalled how she’d submitted to
him, lifting her chin, and exposing her throat. A soft growl
rumbled in his chest.
Brandi turned
about as she danced and ended up facing his way, her eyes closed,
obviously lost in the song. Her body undulated to the tempo and his
own flared to life again. Damn. Was she deliberately being
provocative or...? He stared at her, shivers of desire afflicting
his groin, his wolf becoming increasingly alert, testing the air to
catch her scent.
Lycans surrounded
them yet her scent was all too easy to find. In the short time
they’d sat together, he’d registered it and it was just as
incredible now as it had been that first time he’d encountered her
in his class. Heady and sweet, it reminded him of the drink she’d
been named after.
“So what do you
think?” Brad slid into a seat beside him, while placing two beers
on the table.
“About the girl?
She’s okay.” Reno picked up the fresh drink and gave a negligent
shrug.
“No, I meant the
Black Devils.” Brad gestured, and Reno forced himself to shift his
focus.
The three young
men Brad had pointed out to him the other day were leaning against
the bar, surrounded by a group of young females, all obviously
vying for attention. Some were co-eds while others were likely
members of the home pack who had come to enjoy the end of term
celebrations.
Kane was only
showing a passing interest in the attention being bestowed upon
him. He smiled politely at the young blonde talking to him while
Ryne could be heard making inappropriately suggestive comments,
which caused the girls to giggle. It was Damien that drew his
attention, however.
The kid was slowly
sizing up each female, a smirk on his face as if he knew he only
had to make a choice and the girl would fall in with his plans.
Reno narrowed his eyes. Yep, Damien was smirking, yet there was
something else there as well. A tiredness or cynicism as if he’d
played out this scene too many times and did it out of habit rather
than any real interest.
Damien glanced up
and caught Reno watching him. Across the distance a silent battle
of wills began. Their gazes locked, neither willing to look away.
Reno forced back the smile hovering on the edge of his lips. The
kid had more than his fair share of guts. Not many
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