Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
My Nan hinted that before my birth, my mother was brutalized in some kind of ritual. Maybe I’m reading too much into Aster’s situation, but my gut says no.
The thought of my mother being treated like Aster makes my wolf hot and itchy for revenge, but I hide my violence. I’m adept at hiding all emotions and urges. Being deaf gives me the advantage of being underestimated. Written off. I learned to become the observer who stayed out of pack dynamics and plotted his revenge on the Moonborn in a long game.
Aster props her hip against the table. She’s still not steady on her feet but doesn’t want to show me her weakness. I want to question her more, but my wolf won’t allow it.
“You’re tired, Seeress. Take the bed. I’ll clean up.”
She glances toward the door. I shake my head. She wouldn’t make it two steps before I caught her.
Of course, my wolf wants her to run. He wants to chase. He wants the dance of the full moon runs, where the males chase and catch the females, forcing them into sexual surrender.
Once more, she squares her shoulders, picking up her empty glass and carrying it past me to the kitchen sink. Her hip brushes mine as she passes, and I get a hit of her scent–fresh summer peaches. I reach for the faucet to turn it on for her, dying to keep her close, to breathe that sweet scent until I drown in it. I’m crowding her into the corner against the cabinets, but she doesn’t seem afraid. No, the flutter of her eyelashes as she darts a quick glance at my face tells me she knows I’m not trying to intimidate her.
I can’t help it. I have to touch her. I turn off the water after she’s filled her glass and rest my hand on her lower back. “Come. You can wear something of mine to sleep in.”
And I’m happy to undress you if you need my help.
Another darted glance at my face, and she acquiesces, allowing me to escort her to the bedroom where I pull out a flannel shirt and a pair of too-big sweatpants from my duffel bag.
“Thank you.” She reaches for the clothes with pale, slender fingers.
I’ve never wished I could hear a voice. School administrators tortured me when I was a child with devices to help me hear–that was how I learned how to talk, but I have long-since abandoned them. But right now, I’d give my left nut to know the tone of her voice. Whether it’s light and breathy or low and sultry. Maybe it’s an unpleasant shrill sound, but somehow, I doubt it.
“Good night, Seeress.”
She inclines her head, making it harder for me to read her lips. “Good night, Noah.”
Something about seeing those pouty lips form my name does something to the room. The floor tilts. My heart pounds. My balls grow heavy.
I have participated in full moon runs with my pack back in Kentucky. I’ve shared a bed with she-wolves for the night. I explored my sexual needs with a handful of human females during college. But I have never once let a female distract me from my mission of freeing my mother and taking down the Moonborn.
Right now, though, I’m tempted.
Aster Adalwulf is the most fascinating female I’ve ever met, and if she wasn’t the prize possession of my sworn enemies, I might allow myself to explore my wolf’s apparent interest more.
But I’m in no position to do that.
I will have to keep my hands off this beautiful she-wolf before she tempts me into making a mistake.
Chapter Nine
Aster
The dreams begin almost the moment I lay my head on the pillow. Visions that come in splintering speed, too fast to interpret. Not that I want to analyze and predict right now. I just want to sleep. My body is bone-tired. My nerves are beyond frayed. The steak will help me recover by tomorrow morning, but right now, it’s just making me sleepy.
Noah insisted I leave the bedroom door open. Maybe he thinks I’ll climb out the window and run.
I probably should be planning my escape. The rain and darkness would help cover my scent and footprints, and it would be hard to track me. But right now, I’m too depleted to even contemplate it.
After I crawled in bed, I listened to Noah wash the dishes and clean up then heard him standing in the doorway, like he was watching me. The visions quieted while he stood there, but my body heated as thoughts of what I would do if he came in and pulled down the covers bombarded my brain.
My body seemed to think I wanted that to happen, which is new.
I’ve noticed attractive males before, but it was always from an intellectual point of view. I admired tall men. Men with perfect physiques. Men with symmetrical facial features. Noah’s handsomeness hits every time I glance his way. My knees go weak. A flutter starts in my belly. I have the strangest urge to giggle–and I almost never laugh.