Page 14 of Her Shifter Pack

The scent of Ollie encased me. Warm and soft, much like the man himself.

I glanced in the mirror to make sure all my smudged mascara was washed off my face, grimacing at the unkept woman in the mirror. Then I shrugged. Not like I was on a date. I was going to sleep, and the guys would be in bed too, hopefully.

I picked up my pile of dirty clothes and unlocked the door before opening it a crack. There was no one in the hallway.

Pushing open the door, I went up on my tiptoes and crept down the hall to my room. My heart was thumping a little too fast, but I was worried about being caught.

I almost made it too. I was one step away from my door when Markus came bounding up the stairs. I rushed forward, but he stopped right in front of me, glaring hard. “What. Are. You. Wearing?”

I glanced down at the shirt that covered me to mid-thigh. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and I was suddenly painfully aware of my naked pussy.

“Ah... Ollie gave me a shirt to wear to bed because I didn’t have anything else.”

I didn’t know why I was defending myself, but Markus looked downright furious.

“Anyway...” What the hell was I supposed to say now? “Goodnight.”

As I turned away, I noticed something off. Markus had his car keys in his hand. “Going somewhere?”

He glanced down at the keys, then back at me. “I was considering going back out... but I’ve changed my mind.”

I tilted my head in confusion. “Going back out to St. Patrick’s?” The bar I was pretty sure he’d been at tonight. It was hot at the moment, always full of people.

Biggest pick-up place in the city.

He nodded.

I inhaled swiftly, a strange knife-like pain cutting into my diaphragm. I didn’t like it. Markus’s announcement. Or my reaction to it. “Oh... well, I’m sorry I mucked up your night. Please, go. I’m sure there’re plenty of women there, anxious for you to bring them home. I can cook them breakfast in the morning. Waitress Lexie at your service.”

I did a mock little curtsey, my temper getting the better of me again.

Markus was an insanely hot man. Standing there in a long sleeved white shirt and fitted blue jeans, he looked better than any billboard model I’d ever seen. He had huge arms and a wide chest tapering down to a flat stomach and smaller waist.

When my gaze finally lifted back to his eyes, the fury I’d seen moments before had been replaced by something more complicated. I couldn’t read his expression at all.

I sighed, not sure what to say next. “Goodnight, Markus.”

He advanced on me so fast I barely had time to drop my dirty clothes to the floor before he pushed me up against the doorframe, his huge body pinning me in place.

“I can get laid anytime I want, you know that? My phone’s full of texts from women asking me to come out, come over. Every day of the week.”

He wasn’t making a move and he wasn’t hurting me; he was just talking. And staring down at me like he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with me.

I slowly raised my hands, grateful for the layers of clothing between us.

Pressing my palms to his chest, I felt the racing heartbeat beneath my fingers and saw the rapid rise and fall of his chest. “Then go,” I whispered up at him, staring into his eyes that were so dark brown they were almost midnight in color.

“I can’t,” he ground out. “Not while you’re here and wearing my brother’s damn clothes.”

My breath caught in my throat and my mouth dried like the Sahara.

I licked my lips to wet them and watched his gaze drop to zero in on my mouth.

“Do you want me to go?” I asked, feeling him shift and press his groin harder against me. The move shared the erection that was so big he couldn’t hide it if he tried.

A lick of arousal hit right between my clenched thighs.

“You know I don’t want that,” he said, his voice rough.

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