Page 6 of Liv and Ripper

Then the worse possible thing started to happen. She started to show skin. At first, it was just her shoulder tattoos when she shrugged off her jacket.

She moved slowly—perfectly, mesmerising. I wasn’t the only one under her spell. A member had stopped fucking a woman in the corner, just to catch a glimpse of the twin’s bodies.

My eyes ran up her, drinking my mate’s body in, loving it, wanting it . . . needing it.

I sucked in a sharp breath. Then someone stepped in my way just as she started to pull up her top, and I snapped. The rage I felt was unbearable, nearly causing me to shift. Getting up, pushing the bastard that was blocking my view, and when I did, my eyes landed on her. Liv, only in her bra and skirt. So fucking perfect. The tattoos lining her stomach, her rib cage. Her breasts spilling over her bra.

It took a moment and then I realized that I wasn’t the only one seeing her. No, I was just one of many.

Didn’t fucking think about it. Didn’t give two shits who I hurt. I pulled my gun and pointed it to the ceiling, causing people to split in different directions, and in the chaos, I grabbed Liv and her top from the ground.

Seeing as her skirt zip was half undone, it seemed I had stopped her just before she had given them a full show.

“What is going on?” Her voice was alarmed, panicked. “You do realize there is a madman with a gun in there!” She ripped her arm from my grasp, the fresh air hitting her naked skin causing her to shiver.

Again, I found myself not thinking, just acting. This time I was pulling my vest and my jumper off, and handing it to her.

She didn’t take it, which made my eyes sharpen into a glare. Fear coated her orbs and she weaved her arms through the jumper. It fell below her knees.

“Let’s get you home.” I threaded my arms through my vest and then patted myself down for the keys. Fuck. I didn’t have my keys, and I couldn’t take her back in there.

“Looking for these?”

I looked up and she had a grasp on my bike keys. A smug smile spread across her lips.

“Now what if I wanted to steal your bike?”

The playfulness in her voice softened my exterior toward her.

“I’d say you were a crap thief.” I couldn’t stop my lips from twitching up into a smirk. “Using the keys is hardly stealing.”

“So what do you class as stealing, mister?”

I swallowed sharply. “I would hot wire it.”

“Doubt your bike is old.”

“How would you know?”

“One, look at you. I know you ride a Harley, and an expensive one at that.”

Well, she had good judgement. “Guess you aren’t as idiotic as I thought.”

She scoffed, “Big word!”

“What? Can I not say words with more than a few letters?”

She crossed her arms, this time her eyes were the one glaring, like she was fighting something.

She was standing there with my jumper on, a wild kitten look on her face, and I couldn’t stop the smirk from getting bigger.

“What is so darn funny!” she exclaimed.

She was right. There was nothing funny about this situation. I had found my mate. For better or worse, Olivia was now part of my world. I wondered briefly why she wasn’t jumping up and down, yelling at me for going near her and sparking the mating process.

We both know the pull would only get stronger from here on out. That was when a frown appeared on my face.

Why hadn’t she reacted yet? Could she not feel the tie being knitted around us?

“How old are you?” I asked. Perhaps she was under age? Maybe that was why she wasn’t acting and the pull toward her wasn’t as strong as it would be if she was a full aged wolf.

“Old enough to know not to be standing outside, alone, with a stranger.” Her eyes mocked me, and then she went to head back inside.

Yeah. She was old enough to know better, so why the hell, hadn’t she felt the pull? Why was she acting so calm about this?

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