Hiding His Wolf [Urban Affairs 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Gale Stanley Page B

felt a grudging admiration for the Werewolf. The man had balls. “In a place where you can’t get to him.”
    “I’ll decide that. Just give me an address.”
    “I can do better than that. I can take you to him.”
    Levi stared. “You must think I’m an idiot.”
    Simon almost laughed in his face. Levi looked at him as if he were the monster here. “Not at all. I respect a man who remains loyal to his friends. And I want you to know that yesterday had nothing to do with your friend or the DSA. I fucked you because I wanted you. Period. End of story.” Simon watched confusion flicker across Levi’s face. It was gone so fast, he might have imagined it, but he didn’t think so. Getting Levi off-balance was exactly what he wanted. “I can work this out so no one gets hurt.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “Can we have a drink first? There’s a bottle in that sideboard.”
    “Get yourself one. I’m not drinking.”
    “Suit yourself.” Simon walked over to the credenza and reached inside for a bottle of Scotch. At the same time he slipped a dart up his sleeve. The tiny hypodermic held enough tranquilizing liquid to subdue a large animal. He hoped he wouldn’t have to use it, but it was insurance.
    Keeping an eye on Levi, Simon walked back and set the bottle and a glass on the coffee table. He felt safer on his feet, but he looked over at Levi for permission to pour. The half-breed nodded, and Simon filled the tumbler. The amber liquid burned a path down to his gut. It calmed him. He really wished Levi would change his mind and have a drink with him. They could talk this out. Despite what the fugitive must be thinking, Simon didn’t want to hurt him. Any man who could give up control and submit so beautifully to a dominant lover was no out-of-control beast. Maybe full-blooded shifters were coldblooded monsters, but Levi had human blood in his veins. He wasn’t like the others. “I don’t blame you for not trusting me, Levi. I would feel the same in your position, but I can assure you the agency doesn’t want you or Noah dead.”
    Levi shook his head. “No, just confined and tortured. Where do you get off treating people like that?”
    “You’re mistaken. It was your people who tortured Noah and turned him into a whore—”
    “Fuck you!” Levi jumped up, on the attack again.
    This time Simon was ready. He threw his drink in Levi’s face and got ready to leap on the half-breed before he could recover. Only Levi was faster.
    Simon blinked, shook his head, blinked again.
    In the space of two blinks, Levi had shifted. Two enormous black paws rammed into Simon’s chest, knocking him flat on his back. The dart flew out of his sleeve. Yellow wolf eyes followed its path across the room. The wolf turned back to Simon. Its muzzle loomed over him, black lips pulled back over white teeth as the animal snarled.
    Maybe I underestimated his animal side.
    Simon didn’t scare easy, but the saliva-dripping fangs in that open maw terrified him. He only had one card to play—Noah.
    “Take it easy, big boy. I can help you and your friend.”
    The wolf gave no sign that it had understood him.
    Simon tried again. “I wasn’t lying. Well, not entirely. I know where Noah is being held. In fact, I’m flying there in a few days.”
    I hope.
    “Kill me and you lose any hope of finding Noah.” Simon pressed on. “Work with me, Levi. Shift and let’s talk man-to-man.”
    What else could he say? Simon waited with bated breath to see what would happen next. Finally, the wolf lifted its paws from Simon’s chest and sat back on its haunches. Black fur receded and the animal’s body seemed to shrink into itself. In a few seconds, a naked Levi was sitting next to him.
    “I think I’ll have that drink now.”
    Simon let out a relieved breath. “Make mine a double.”

Chapter Six
     
    The two men eyed each other warily, neither one anxious to talk first. Simon could see that Levi didn’t trust him—and why should he? The deck