look.
"It's nothing. I'm just wondering what a girl has to do to get a tiger to fuck her around these parts."
He'd ignored her, but the white knuckled grip on the steering wheel and the way he'd squirmed in his seat had given him away, and she'd hummed to herself. He dropped her home with the barest peck on the cheek and had hightailed it away from her, as though he didn't trust himself to be on his own with her. That damn tiger had way too much self-control for her liking.
So, today she decided to take matters into her own hands, which meant now she found herself staring into amused wolf eyes.
"Tell them to let me in. I have to speak to Ink, and I haven't got much time before Nathan shows up." The shifter sobered, looking over her shoulder.
"I think your time just ran out, little human."
Nathan's familiar scent engulfed her at the same time as the door opened, and a scowling Ink stood on the doorstep. Estelle winced at Nathan's claws sliced through her top in his haste to draw her behind him, and Ink's tiger growled.
"I suggest we take this inside, Nathan, if you insist on mauling your sub. Estelle is not into public exhibition, or have you added that to your repertoire now as well?"
Estelle bristled inside at the scathing tones, but something in his expression made her bite her tongue. He was goading his brother, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. She should have known Ink would read the situation in one millisecond. She had always been an open book to him, from that very first online conversation, and with that cunning insight he had, he knew exactly what she was hoping to achieve. His smile deepened at Nathan's tiger's snarl, and he stepped back to let them both pass.
"My brother is slacking, allowing you to dress like that. If you were mine I would keep you naked."
He laughed and dodged the punch at his face easily. Hampered as Nathan was by still holding onto Estelle, as though he was afraid she was going to take off on him, his punch lacked the oomph required, and Nathan swore.
"Let's take this to my office and away from prying eyes.
Grisha here will look after Estelle for you. She's rather fond of him, I seem to recall," Ink said.
Sure enough Grisha's smiling face appeared round the corner.
The tall Russian propped one shoulder against the wall and, hands in pockets, winked at Estelle to all intents and purposes as though the air wasn't thick with testosterone and the barely controlled growls of furious tigers.
Estelle turned herself as much as she could with the death grip Nathan still had on her and slanted a kiss against his clenched jaw.
His furious tiger's eyes connected with hers. They bled back to amber, and his expression softened at her whispered words,"Speak to your brother, please, for me, Sir."
His grip on her loosened, and he rested his head against hers briefly before he growled into her ear. "You will pay for this, Estelle."
He glared at Grisha. "If you lay as much as a finger on her, I'll kill you with my bare hands."
Grisha grinned, nodded at Nathan, and motioned for Estelle to follow him. She did so, all too aware of Nathan's gaze boring a hole into her back. By the time they reached the bar and a worried looking Cherie, she all but collapsed onto the barstool.
"Make her a house special. She's going to need it." Grisha's deep voice washed over Estelle, soothing some of her anxiety. Across the club, Nathan and Ink disappeared behind a door marked Private, and Estelle downed in one long swallow the drink Cherie placed in front of her. Fire burned down her throat, and her stomach clenched; but that awful feeling of impending doom dissipated.
She looked up to Grisha for reassurance and found him watching her with a small smile.
"Tell me I've done the right thing, forcing him to come after me?"
Grisha nodded.
"You've done the right thing. They need to sort themselves out. Ink and Nathan were once as thick as thieves. I know Ink hasn't been the same since they
"It's nothing. I'm just wondering what a girl has to do to get a tiger to fuck her around these parts."
He'd ignored her, but the white knuckled grip on the steering wheel and the way he'd squirmed in his seat had given him away, and she'd hummed to herself. He dropped her home with the barest peck on the cheek and had hightailed it away from her, as though he didn't trust himself to be on his own with her. That damn tiger had way too much self-control for her liking.
So, today she decided to take matters into her own hands, which meant now she found herself staring into amused wolf eyes.
"Tell them to let me in. I have to speak to Ink, and I haven't got much time before Nathan shows up." The shifter sobered, looking over her shoulder.
"I think your time just ran out, little human."
Nathan's familiar scent engulfed her at the same time as the door opened, and a scowling Ink stood on the doorstep. Estelle winced at Nathan's claws sliced through her top in his haste to draw her behind him, and Ink's tiger growled.
"I suggest we take this inside, Nathan, if you insist on mauling your sub. Estelle is not into public exhibition, or have you added that to your repertoire now as well?"
Estelle bristled inside at the scathing tones, but something in his expression made her bite her tongue. He was goading his brother, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. She should have known Ink would read the situation in one millisecond. She had always been an open book to him, from that very first online conversation, and with that cunning insight he had, he knew exactly what she was hoping to achieve. His smile deepened at Nathan's tiger's snarl, and he stepped back to let them both pass.
"My brother is slacking, allowing you to dress like that. If you were mine I would keep you naked."
He laughed and dodged the punch at his face easily. Hampered as Nathan was by still holding onto Estelle, as though he was afraid she was going to take off on him, his punch lacked the oomph required, and Nathan swore.
"Let's take this to my office and away from prying eyes.
Grisha here will look after Estelle for you. She's rather fond of him, I seem to recall," Ink said.
Sure enough Grisha's smiling face appeared round the corner.
The tall Russian propped one shoulder against the wall and, hands in pockets, winked at Estelle to all intents and purposes as though the air wasn't thick with testosterone and the barely controlled growls of furious tigers.
Estelle turned herself as much as she could with the death grip Nathan still had on her and slanted a kiss against his clenched jaw.
His furious tiger's eyes connected with hers. They bled back to amber, and his expression softened at her whispered words,"Speak to your brother, please, for me, Sir."
His grip on her loosened, and he rested his head against hers briefly before he growled into her ear. "You will pay for this, Estelle."
He glared at Grisha. "If you lay as much as a finger on her, I'll kill you with my bare hands."
Grisha grinned, nodded at Nathan, and motioned for Estelle to follow him. She did so, all too aware of Nathan's gaze boring a hole into her back. By the time they reached the bar and a worried looking Cherie, she all but collapsed onto the barstool.
"Make her a house special. She's going to need it." Grisha's deep voice washed over Estelle, soothing some of her anxiety. Across the club, Nathan and Ink disappeared behind a door marked Private, and Estelle downed in one long swallow the drink Cherie placed in front of her. Fire burned down her throat, and her stomach clenched; but that awful feeling of impending doom dissipated.
She looked up to Grisha for reassurance and found him watching her with a small smile.
"Tell me I've done the right thing, forcing him to come after me?"
Grisha nodded.
"You've done the right thing. They need to sort themselves out. Ink and Nathan were once as thick as thieves. I know Ink hasn't been the same since they
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