Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I don’t even get to think before my hand is tight around his wrist, twisting the bastard’s arm. He’s releasing a trail of hisses, but I only let go once his dirty hands are no longer on my lamb.
I growl, showing him all my teeth. Fury is like a drug soaking my brain, but I’m still reining it in, still in control until that fucker opens his stupid mouth again.
“Jesus fucking Christ, man! It’s not like his sloppy hole is such a prize!”
My blood is on fire, but Timoly is ready for my fist and leans to the side, escaping the punch meant to make him bleed. Not for long. I step forward, caging him to the wall, and when the stink of fear teases my senses, I sink my teeth into his cheek and bite until the flesh gives.
He screams out and pushes on my shoulders in desperate panic, but I don’t let go. Play with fire, prepare to get burned. He tries to kick me in the balls, but I expect it and kick his feet from under him. Timoly might have the guts, but he’s no fighter. We go down, but I don’t let go of his cheek until I taste blood.
The screaming intensifies. He pounds on my chest, but when he tries to punch my head, I grab his wrist. This is the fucking hand he slid to my Eli’s waist. When he wiggles it around instead of accepting his punishment, I shift my fingers to the right spot and snap the bone in his wrist.
I didn’t want to cause a scene. I really didn’t. But then he asked for it with his goddamn shit-spilling mouth. His blood on my tongue only fuels my anger.
He thought he’d be fucking my boyfriend?
The only thing that’s getting fucked is the hole I’m making in his cheek.
“Wolf! No!” Eli yells, and I realize this is the third time he’s saying that as he pulls on my shoulder.
“Call the cops!” the bartender screeches somewhere in the background.
Carl and a stranger that might as well be made of air are ready to stop me when I get up, but when I stare them down from behind my mask, with Timoly’s blood dribbling down my chin, both of them lose their courage. My gaze drifts to Eli’s face, and the shock painted over it makes the dog inside me cower in shame. I’ve made a mess of things, and now he’ll have to pay the price.
“Let’s go,” I mumble, placing my hand on his shoulder and pushing him forward.
Timoly’s crying, Carl is once more considering a step forward, but the growl I make at him comes from somewhere deep within my chest. It’s primal, protective, and territorial.
He steps aside, and Eli runs as fast as his limp allows, knowing I am right behind him.
Fuck.
At least his mask is still on.
Chapter 19
Eli
We’re on the run from the cops, and maybe I should worry my actions from three weeks ago might catch up with me because of a jealous fit, but I’m warm, inside a car smelling of real pine, and there’s alcohol in my veins, so I can’t help but find this whole situation hilarious.
I laugh, again remembering Timoly’s face the moment Cesar bit into him as if he were a piece of jerky. I probably shouldn’t find my man mauling another person funny, but I’m drunk, okay? For once in my life I have someone who’ll stand up for me, so no, I don’t find his fury or jealousy off-putting. In fact, the blood smeared around his mouth turns me on. He hasn’t even removed his mask, so he’s still a very elegant, if feral, wolf.
“It’ll be fine, you’ll see,” Cesar says from the driver’s seat as he takes another fast turn along a narrow road he found in the huge book of maps the previous owner of the SUV kept in the glove compartment. “I don’t even hear any sirens. It’s kinda freeing, you know? There’s a manhunt for me because of the murder, so how much worse can it get really?”
He glances my way, then switches the headlights to full beam, revealing more of the snow-covered forest. “I’m sorry. I should have kept my cool.”
“It was a bit much, but fuck it, he deserved it. Maybe he’ll learn from this. And it’s not like I wanted to stay at the orgy anyway.” I shrug and stroke Cesar’s thigh with a grin. He’s all the man I need. Though that penthouse suite would have been a nice place to wake up in on Christmas Day. But I don’t need him to feel any more guilty.
His muscles twitch at my touch, and once again he peeks my way, jaws set as if he were in a continuous fight with his own temper. I no longer fear him though. “Damn right, he deserved it! Who does that fuck think he is?”