squeezing past her, and I wasn’t asking her to move. And she, apparently, wasn’t going anywhere.
“Don’t you have something to do?” I resisted adding bitch on the end of that. I leaned up against the wall, letting my shoulder prop me up.
Amber thought about it a minute, then wrinkled her nose. “Not really.”
She had me cornered, and she liked it. I could see it in her eyes.
I glanced down the hall. Nothing. No one. Frank had disappeared.
“You don’t take orders, huh?” I figured, what the hell? I had nothing better to do than chat with her. I could bring her around. Generally, I’m pretty popular with the ladies. Garou tend to be wiry. Lumber wolves are so blocky that it’s a turn on for most bitches. And she wasn’t a scrawny ass anorexic, so I know she wasn’t used to men that were that much bigger than her.
She sniffed. I was sweating pheromones. She admitted, “Not very often.”
I showed her a wolfy grin, inhaling through my teeth, licking an eyetooth. “But you do sometimes.”
She laughed at me, then--threw her head back and let an out-and-out belly laugh loose. “You are a fucking dog. Where’d you fly in from?”
Playing with me.
I said, “You know where I’m from. And you know who I am.”
Glancing down at herself, she fingered the top button of her lab coat. Low cut--I couldn’t help but notice her cleavage. She was toying with me.
A growl escaped my throat, low and barely audible. I thought about a rabbit fuck. You know, something fast.
She said, “Beg me.”
I blinked. I didn’t believe she’d said it.
Worse, I realized that she’d been listening to my thoughts.
“I don’t beg.”
“You’re a dog.”
“Wolf. Big difference.”
She undid the top button, and then another. Again, she said, “Beg.”
To my surprise, I wasn’t seeing any fabric beneath that coat as it parted. My internal panter was going. Saliva filled my mouth, and it was all I could do not to let my tongue out.
Another button. Her fingernails were painted red, too. I glanced from her hand to her toes, just to double check. Yep. Same color.
Another button. At her waist, I saw ribbons and silk. A garter belt? Red against the bronze of her natural skin tone.
My fingers itched to slide that coat aside and take a look. I itched to nuzzle up to her and rub my body against hers. Swallowing became an effort.
Her hand stopped moving. It took me a minute to realize it.
My gaze climbed up the opening to her face. When she was sure I was looking her in the eye, she said, “Just beg.”
I let my gaze dip again. You know, weighing the worth. Seriously thinking about it. What’s a few words to get what you want?
Pushing off the wall, I moved toward her. I didn’t beg, though. I just moved in and kissed her. I figured, what the hell?
Chapter Three
Amber didn’t just let me kiss her. The minute I moved in and dropped my lips to hers and my hands to her hips, she met me. Within a second, her lips parted and she slid her tongue into my mouth.
I enjoyed tongue play, so I was cool with that. I crowded her, and pushed her against the wall, pressing my body to hers. I thought she was totally going for it.
My hands squeezed. Ah, I love the feel of a real woman in my hands, something to get a hold of.
The minute I squeezed, though, I got tossed.
Out of nowhere...her hands must’ve been trapped between us, against my chest. When she shoved, I hit the other wall with a loud thump and a big shock.
“What the hell?” I never knew what hit me.
“Yeah,” she said, pissy. “Stupid son of a bitch.”
She walked away, leaving me rubbing the back of my head, wondering what
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