The Wicked by Stacey Kennedy Page A

stepped forward to meet us. “You are looking well, my friend.” His voice was gruff—sounding just as a wolf’s should.
     
    “Dante. It’s been a long time, brother.” Kyden said, then glanced at me. “You have not met Nexi.”
     
    “My, my, so this is her.” Dante smiled crookedly and reached his hand out.
     
    I shook his hand and the calluses that layered his skin were nothing more than incredibly sexy. What can I say, I ain’t dead. You take notice when you meet a male of this caliber.
     
    “My father has spoken extremely highly of you,” Dante said.
     
    I glanced at Kyden, hoping for some clarity.
     
    Kyden smirked. “Valor.”
     
    Now, Valor I did know—and liked having in my little circle. He is the Patriarch. Took me a bit to understand the whole concept, but basically, he’s the Alpha of all Alpha’s—the top dog.
     
    “Valor’s your father?” I asked Dante.
     
    “Indeed he is.”
     
    “How is he?” It had been a while since I had spoken to him and feelings of pleasure ran through me upon hearing his name
     
    “He is well.” Then, he raised his hand and put it on my shoulder. “We all owe you a great debt for what you did.”
     
    He was sweet and all, but the past events with Lazarus was a team effort. “I wouldn’t have been successful without your father’s help.” That was the truth in a nutshell. Valor was an undeniable part to why Kyden and I were still here. His assistance saved our butts—big time.
     
    “It was right of him to help,” Dante said, firmly. “I only wish I had been around and involved in such an intense fight.”
     
    From there it was ignore Nexi and go straight to male jibber jabber about how we kicked some serious ass.
     
    I sat back down, watched the group of them go on and on about things that were of no interest to me. Haven was off to God knows where and I was just bored. Wasn’t such a shock when my mind started to linger toward things of a different nature.
     
    After skimming the dance floor, I focused on Kyden who was listening fiercely to Dante’s stories of a recent Alpha who Valor had had to take out. Like I said, boring.
     
    My gaze ran down the length of my sexy male who looked mouthwatering delectable. Alcohol always did take the attraction between us and quadrupled it.
     
    Lord, he was sexy. He didn’t have to do anything to be so sexy either, he just was. It was an air about him. Of course, having perfect bone structure, eyes that you could lose yourself in, and a body sculpted with defined muscles, didn’t hurt. But it was more than that—it was his confidence, his strength. It poured from him and right now, I was inhaling deeply, breathing it in.
     
    A little shudder ran through me that started at my head and tingled through my blood until it met between my thighs and lingered there—building, burning. Without thought, I moaned my need aloud.
     
    Kyden’s gaze immediately snapped toward me. Focus caught. Dante was still talking to him, but after Kyden walked away, he smiled and turned away.
     
    When Kyden stood in front of me, he leaned down, his face just millimeters from mine. Oh yes, he’d caught my inner desire. “Come dance, Álainn.”
     
    Without waiting for a response, he took my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. Instantly, wolves surrounded us.
     
    Kyden spun me around, grinning before he placed his hand on my lower back and sandwiched our bodies together. “Is this what you were after?” he allured.
     
    “Mmm…” I pretended to think a moment. “This is a start.”
     
    He grinned devilishly as we moved with the music. His body grinding against mine in pure sexual intent. His hands everywhere as were mine.
     
    Supes are sexual creatures and not a single one here wasn’t using this act as foreplay. But what I had noticed now, before I was too busy to pay attention to anything else but Kyden, was how different werewolves were than vampires with respect to their love lives. They weren’t