Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
A shiver races down my legs at the vision of him pushing my thighs open and lowering his head to find out what I like.
And that’s when a flood of awareness rushes through me. This is a guy who is good at what he does. He holds doors automatically, even when he doesn’t appear to want to. He knows proper etiquette. Which means he must know proper etiquette in bed, too.
Maybe, maybe not. But something in me desperately wants to know.
I pick up one of the sliced limes and bring it to my lips, biting the tart flesh and sucking. “You wish.”
Billy
Do I?
Do I want to use this knife to cut every ribbon of clothing from this smart-mouthed girl and shut her up with her own moans?
Fuck. Yeah, I do.
I set the glass with ice down and swiftly turn to grip her waist, picking her up from the counter, and setting her down on her feet.
I move so fast that she doesn’t have time to react. Hopefully not to process how strong I am to be able to lift her from the counter like that. Once she’s on her feet, I don’t want to let go, though. I like the sensation of her soft waist in my hands. I want to touch the other places that are soft. I want her out of these fucking clothes. The tight purple cropped sweater has a wide square neckline that gives me a view of her cleavage, and the knit fabric hugs her breasts and waist. She’s wearing wide-legged jeans that are the fashion now and a pair of chunky heeled boots. I wonder what she’d look like in just panties and boots.
Lust makes me mean. “Stay off my furniture,” I growl like she’s a bad dog who needs scolding.
Her eyes narrow, and she shoves me away. The silver nose ring she wears renders her unkissable, not that I was thinking about claiming those pouty lips.
I release her reluctantly, already regretting being such a dick. I should apologize for touching her without permission.
Even as I consider apologizing, I want to do it again. To pick her back up. Put her on that counter and make good on my offer to eat her pussy.
She nabs the paring knife from the cutting board and slashes it toward my throat. It’s for show–she’s a full foot away. I know she’s not actually trying to defend herself. I smell anger on her, but not fear.
“Touch me again without permission, and you’re going to get hurt.”
My lips twitch. I don’t mean to smile. I should show her I’m taking her complaint seriously. But I like that I’ve gotten under her skin. I enjoy her flushed and angry, ready to fight.
I school my face. “Noted. And…” Fuck. I can’t believe it. Am I going to apologize? I have to force the words out of my throat. “Sorry,” I say stiffly, but add, “The next time I touch you, I’ll ask first.”
Because I do plan on touching her again.
I need to.
I need to work this…curiosity–nothing more–out of my system.
A brow arches as her pupils dilate. She’s definitely not afraid–she’s turned on. My suggestion that I’ll be touching her again registers with her body, whether or not her mind agrees. Like me, she must feel the chemical attraction between us. She must know that her animal body is drawn to the animal body of someone completely unsuitable. Someone she could never be with.
My hands twitch to pick her up again. Wrap those thick thighs around my waist and carry her to the bedroom where I can tie her to the headboard and make her weep with pleasure.
A knock sounds at my door. Aubrey and I lock gazes. She’s still holding the knife out defensively.
Brick will cut my dick off and feed it to me if he thinks I threatened his mate’s human friend. All the gains I’ve made in the past months will be lost again. Maybe forever. If he thinks he can’t trust me to behave with his mate’s human family and friends, I will be cut out of his inner circle.
Fuck.
Chapter Five
Billy
Aubrey cocks her head at me, knife still outstretched. “Do that,” she says lightly. She’s already recovered. She tosses the knife on the cutting board and whirls as Brick opens the door and ushers his mate inside.
“Hey, girl!” Madi ignores me and comes straight for Aubrey, who picks up my drink and sashays out to meet her.
I pick up my abandoned original drink and torture myself by sipping from the same place her glossy lips marked as the two women hug then open a bottle of Madi’s favorite prosecco. She’s my luna now. As much as I would’ve hated to say it a year ago, I serve her as much as I serve my alpha. I pour four glasses in case everyone wants to partake.