teased.
“That does it. I’m not going to their den.” Stone turned to march toward the
bathroom.
“Damn. That sweet little bitch crawled right under your fur, didn’t she, Stone? You
going to run from her with your tail between your legs,” she taunted.
Stone turned on her, the urge to pounce and shake some sense into Pamela hitting
him almost too hard. He glanced at Gabe, who stood silently in the living room. Calm
and silent—and watching. Gabe would let his mate say what she wanted. This was her
den after all. But Stone was no fool. He’d jump in a second if Stone lunged at her.
“There is nothing to run from,” he said through clenched teeth, and stormed into
the bathroom.
Coming here had been a mistake. He sensed that already. Granted, he’d been
miserable ever since he’d returned to Prince George, but returning to Banff brought him
right back to the problem.
Ali was here. That precious little bitch, barely a woman, who’d seduced the pants
right off him. Turning on the shower and letting the steam quickly flood the small
bathroom, he found little solace in the hard pellets of water when he climbed into the
deep tub. No matter how hard he scrubbed, it was the same as it had been since he’d
left here, he envisioned Ali.
That one night—restraining so he wouldn’t fuck her, and her soft encouraging
pleas. Bitches from many different packs had begged him before, seduced him, coerced
him into taking them. He’d fucked each one of them, never giving it a thought once
he’d left them, panting and satisfied.
Why the hell did it have to be any different with Ali?
He rinsed quickly and then shut the water off.
It didn’t have to be any different. And it wouldn’t be.
Turning down an invitation to dine at a den was bad manners. He would go, enjoy
the food, and then get the hell out of there before the moon rose in the sky. It would do
him good to run off some of the energy that had built in him over the past week. Maybe
he should just go find the first available bitch and mount her under the stars. That
would probably be just the attitude adjustment he needed.
“Well, sure. Don’t they all?” Pamela giggled into the phone, lying on the couch
when he strolled out to join them.
Gabe was standing over her, looking worried. Something wasn’t right in the air.
Gabe looked over his way, his gaze brooding, and that confirmed it. Stone adjusted his
shirt over his slightly damp torso and moved in closer.
Pamela winked at him. “Blackened steak. Rare. I’m sure of it,” she said into the
phone. The little bitch looked damned proud of herself as she ran her bare foot over the
top of the couch, stretching out nicely in front of the two of them.
Any other time he would have enjoyed the view. Pamela had a damn nice body.
But her triumphant air was filling the room, and she didn’t seem to mind a bit that both
of them focused on her.
“Now you realize, anything you want to know, you can ask me.” She’d lowered her
tone, sounding suddenly conspiratorial. Then she giggled. “We guessed that you didn’t
know him that well. But I understand. Sometimes we just get feelings about these
things. And of course, you should go with your gut.”
Pamela laughed again. She grinned up at the both of them, looking more than
pleased with herself at the moment.
“Next to my werewolf, I’d say he’s the best out there. Of course I’ll help you.”
That was it. Stone stalked toward her, realizing at that moment that she was talking
to Ali. The two bitches were scheming together and that was all he needed. If Pamela
had called Ali, made sure that she knew he was coming, well, he wouldn’t hold that
against her. But the conversation had turned into a plot. The bitches were laying a trap.
And he was the prey.
Gabe straightened, blocking Stone when he would have moved in on
“That does it. I’m not going to their den.” Stone turned to march toward the
bathroom.
“Damn. That sweet little bitch crawled right under your fur, didn’t she, Stone? You
going to run from her with your tail between your legs,” she taunted.
Stone turned on her, the urge to pounce and shake some sense into Pamela hitting
him almost too hard. He glanced at Gabe, who stood silently in the living room. Calm
and silent—and watching. Gabe would let his mate say what she wanted. This was her
den after all. But Stone was no fool. He’d jump in a second if Stone lunged at her.
“There is nothing to run from,” he said through clenched teeth, and stormed into
the bathroom.
Coming here had been a mistake. He sensed that already. Granted, he’d been
miserable ever since he’d returned to Prince George, but returning to Banff brought him
right back to the problem.
Ali was here. That precious little bitch, barely a woman, who’d seduced the pants
right off him. Turning on the shower and letting the steam quickly flood the small
bathroom, he found little solace in the hard pellets of water when he climbed into the
deep tub. No matter how hard he scrubbed, it was the same as it had been since he’d
left here, he envisioned Ali.
That one night—restraining so he wouldn’t fuck her, and her soft encouraging
pleas. Bitches from many different packs had begged him before, seduced him, coerced
him into taking them. He’d fucked each one of them, never giving it a thought once
he’d left them, panting and satisfied.
Why the hell did it have to be any different with Ali?
He rinsed quickly and then shut the water off.
It didn’t have to be any different. And it wouldn’t be.
Turning down an invitation to dine at a den was bad manners. He would go, enjoy
the food, and then get the hell out of there before the moon rose in the sky. It would do
him good to run off some of the energy that had built in him over the past week. Maybe
he should just go find the first available bitch and mount her under the stars. That
would probably be just the attitude adjustment he needed.
“Well, sure. Don’t they all?” Pamela giggled into the phone, lying on the couch
when he strolled out to join them.
Gabe was standing over her, looking worried. Something wasn’t right in the air.
Gabe looked over his way, his gaze brooding, and that confirmed it. Stone adjusted his
shirt over his slightly damp torso and moved in closer.
Pamela winked at him. “Blackened steak. Rare. I’m sure of it,” she said into the
phone. The little bitch looked damned proud of herself as she ran her bare foot over the
top of the couch, stretching out nicely in front of the two of them.
Any other time he would have enjoyed the view. Pamela had a damn nice body.
But her triumphant air was filling the room, and she didn’t seem to mind a bit that both
of them focused on her.
“Now you realize, anything you want to know, you can ask me.” She’d lowered her
tone, sounding suddenly conspiratorial. Then she giggled. “We guessed that you didn’t
know him that well. But I understand. Sometimes we just get feelings about these
things. And of course, you should go with your gut.”
Pamela laughed again. She grinned up at the both of them, looking more than
pleased with herself at the moment.
“Next to my werewolf, I’d say he’s the best out there. Of course I’ll help you.”
That was it. Stone stalked toward her, realizing at that moment that she was talking
to Ali. The two bitches were scheming together and that was all he needed. If Pamela
had called Ali, made sure that she knew he was coming, well, he wouldn’t hold that
against her. But the conversation had turned into a plot. The bitches were laying a trap.
And he was the prey.
Gabe straightened, blocking Stone when he would have moved in on
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