pack.”
“If
you don’t kill each other first,” Josette muttered.
“I
heard that!”
“Come
on,” Breena said. “Everyone grab hold of each other and I’ll transport us to
the club. No sense paying to park if we don’t have to.”
Bridget
grabbed Josette’s hand and Breena’s. Once Seraphine had hold of Breena’s other
hand, the witch blinked them from Bridget’s home to the fae club a few miles
away. Bridget did a quick check to make sure she was in one piece, earning a
glare from Breena. The witch might have wicked abilities, but the whole
transportation thing always freaked Bridget out.
Breena
flashed a smile at the bouncer as they walked past the long line and went
straight inside. Bridget had never questioned their good fortune, but she had
to wonder if Breena had worked some charms for the fae who owned the club.
Maybe she’d dated the bouncer at one point.
Inside,
lights pulsed in time with the beat of the music. It wrapped around her, the
fae magick in the place insisting she dance. Bridget grabbed Seraphine and
headed onto the dance floor, leaving Breena and Josette to find a table. Just
as she’d predicted, it didn’t take long to garner some male attention. The
hands caressing her didn’t arouse her in the slightest, but the males were nice
to look at––although one was almost too pretty.
Sweat
glistened on her skin as she plastered herself to the front of the cutest one.
He placed his hands on her hips, holding her close. She wouldn’t let it go any
further, but the attention was nice. No reason for there to be a bloodbath,
though.
There
was a vibration in the air, a shift that caused her to look toward the door. If
the look in her mate’s eyes proved any indication, she was in very big trouble.
His nostrils flared as he neared her. The hands clenched at his sides told her
just how much he’d love to hit one of the men she was dancing with.
Bridget
pulled herself out of the male’s arms and turned to face her mate. His eyes
flashed gold and then red as he watched the men she’d been dancing with. One by
one, they turned and fled, leaving her to face the irate alpha by herself. His
nose flared again and she realized he was taking in her scent.
“Dancing
with strange men turns you on?” he asked.
She
pursed her lips. “Not particularly. But what if it did?”
“Don’t
lie to me.” He growled. “You’re turned on right now. I know for a fact, if I
were to stick my hand in your pants, you’d be wet.”
“You’re
so crude.”
He
stalked closer. “No. Crude would be telling you that I’m about two seconds from
hauling you outside, stripping you naked, and fucking you right there in the
parking lot until you can’t stand up.”
Bridget
locked her knees to keep from sinking to the floor as she pictured that very
thing. She’d never admit it to him, but she couldn’t think of anything she’d
love more. But if she didn’t ask for it, how would she get him to carry through
with it?
She
licked her lips. “I think you’re jealous.”
“Now
why would it bother me that my mate is nearly fucking another man on the dance floor?”
“I
don’t recall agreeing to be your mate.”
“You’re
mine, Bridget.” His eyes glowed yellow again as the wolf inside peered out at
her. “Never forget that.”
Bridget
tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Just because you say it’s so doesn’t make
it real. What if I don’t want to be your mate? You may have marked me, but that
doesn’t mean I’m going to roll over and thank you.”
“Outside.
Now.”
It
was rather impressive how he could speak through clenched teeth. Maybe just one
more little poke…
“You’re
not my alpha, Micah. Don’t even think
about telling me what to do.”
“You
were warned.”
Before
she could utter a word of protest, which she really didn’t want to do, he
heaved her over his shoulder and began stalking through the club. Except he was
going the wrong way. When he reached the rear of
“If
you don’t kill each other first,” Josette muttered.
“I
heard that!”
“Come
on,” Breena said. “Everyone grab hold of each other and I’ll transport us to
the club. No sense paying to park if we don’t have to.”
Bridget
grabbed Josette’s hand and Breena’s. Once Seraphine had hold of Breena’s other
hand, the witch blinked them from Bridget’s home to the fae club a few miles
away. Bridget did a quick check to make sure she was in one piece, earning a
glare from Breena. The witch might have wicked abilities, but the whole
transportation thing always freaked Bridget out.
Breena
flashed a smile at the bouncer as they walked past the long line and went
straight inside. Bridget had never questioned their good fortune, but she had
to wonder if Breena had worked some charms for the fae who owned the club.
Maybe she’d dated the bouncer at one point.
Inside,
lights pulsed in time with the beat of the music. It wrapped around her, the
fae magick in the place insisting she dance. Bridget grabbed Seraphine and
headed onto the dance floor, leaving Breena and Josette to find a table. Just
as she’d predicted, it didn’t take long to garner some male attention. The
hands caressing her didn’t arouse her in the slightest, but the males were nice
to look at––although one was almost too pretty.
Sweat
glistened on her skin as she plastered herself to the front of the cutest one.
He placed his hands on her hips, holding her close. She wouldn’t let it go any
further, but the attention was nice. No reason for there to be a bloodbath,
though.
There
was a vibration in the air, a shift that caused her to look toward the door. If
the look in her mate’s eyes proved any indication, she was in very big trouble.
His nostrils flared as he neared her. The hands clenched at his sides told her
just how much he’d love to hit one of the men she was dancing with.
Bridget
pulled herself out of the male’s arms and turned to face her mate. His eyes
flashed gold and then red as he watched the men she’d been dancing with. One by
one, they turned and fled, leaving her to face the irate alpha by herself. His
nose flared again and she realized he was taking in her scent.
“Dancing
with strange men turns you on?” he asked.
She
pursed her lips. “Not particularly. But what if it did?”
“Don’t
lie to me.” He growled. “You’re turned on right now. I know for a fact, if I
were to stick my hand in your pants, you’d be wet.”
“You’re
so crude.”
He
stalked closer. “No. Crude would be telling you that I’m about two seconds from
hauling you outside, stripping you naked, and fucking you right there in the
parking lot until you can’t stand up.”
Bridget
locked her knees to keep from sinking to the floor as she pictured that very
thing. She’d never admit it to him, but she couldn’t think of anything she’d
love more. But if she didn’t ask for it, how would she get him to carry through
with it?
She
licked her lips. “I think you’re jealous.”
“Now
why would it bother me that my mate is nearly fucking another man on the dance floor?”
“I
don’t recall agreeing to be your mate.”
“You’re
mine, Bridget.” His eyes glowed yellow again as the wolf inside peered out at
her. “Never forget that.”
Bridget
tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Just because you say it’s so doesn’t make
it real. What if I don’t want to be your mate? You may have marked me, but that
doesn’t mean I’m going to roll over and thank you.”
“Outside.
Now.”
It
was rather impressive how he could speak through clenched teeth. Maybe just one
more little poke…
“You’re
not my alpha, Micah. Don’t even think
about telling me what to do.”
“You
were warned.”
Before
she could utter a word of protest, which she really didn’t want to do, he
heaved her over his shoulder and began stalking through the club. Except he was
going the wrong way. When he reached the rear of
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