Page 87 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

I allowed my lip to curl back, exposing hooked fangs belonging only to a werewolf. “Sure about that?” At his raised brow, I added, “I’d be more than happy to show you.”

His mouth hardened, a frown marring his features.

My lips coiled into a smug smile.

A calculated glint flashed across his eyes, the cobalt turning cool blue. My stomach pitched at that. Whatever the hell he would say next would be nothing good.

He swept into my office with all the assured confidence belonging to a dominant male, an alpha. He paused at the lip of my desk and placed his palms on top of the smooth surface. Bending forward, he dropped his head till we were at eye level. My lungs stilled. My gaze tracked him, every muscle tensing, awaiting the alpha male’s next move.

“Well, now, we’re onto something.” He cocked his head to the side, his sharp gaze falling to my mouth.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

“There are more… interesting ways to use a mouth like yours.” His eyes grew hooded, shooting a jolt straight to my core. My clit pulsated. I found I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. He had ensnared me as thoroughly as any hunter’s snare. And for a moment, I couldn’t say I was angry to be so hooked.

“Fangs like yours…” Damon’s voice dropped to a low purr. “They’re just right for nipping. Hit the right spot and…” His voice died off, his eyes flicking up to hold mine.

He was so close I could see the silver-blue veins of color bleeding out from the halo of his pupil. It melded with the cobalt of his eyes like a kaleidoscope of different shades of blue.

My chest burned, lungs cried out for air. But I dared not draw in a breath, and let this male see my ragged breathing, eye my chest heave. I would not give him the satisfaction.

A muscle popped along my jaw. “So you’re here to discuss whether I either rip a chunk out of your ass or throat?”

Damon’s eyes narrowed, and his lips pinched at the corners.

I smiled a sweet and innocent look.

He paused. Then the large male drew away, rising to his full height. “As much as you’d like to tear into my hide, that’s not why I stopped by.”

“Oh?” I sat back, folding my arms across my chest. “Pray tell, what brings you here? Need I say unannounced and uninvited?” I shook my head. “No, you already know that.”

A hint of fangs peeked out from beneath his full upper lips. A delicious thrill buzzed in my gut at having rankled the arrogant male. If he expected me to drop to my knees and beg him to take me, then he’d been dappling in too many magic mushrooms in the forest.

“By now you must know about the slaying of humans along the trails that vein through Big Sky.”

I blinked.This is what he came to tell me? Why seek me out for this?

I nodded, urging him to continue.

His lips thinned. “I’ve sent my men out. They’ve been investigating the situation.” He hesitated, as if uncertain whether to voice his next thoughts. His jaw clenched. “Werebears committed the killings.”

The world rocked to a stop. I placed my palms on the desk, my fingernails digging into the wood, seeking to ground myself. So Garret’s suspicions were correct. The werebears were murdering humans, innocents, with no shifting ability. One’s unable to protect themselves from such lethal predators.

A bead of sweat trickled down my spine.

Most of my pack had no shifting ability.

And I had allowed a murderer into my office—his two sentinels were standing in the courtyard.

My claws sliced out. I leaped to my feet and hurried to the window, drawing back the curtain.

Damon didn’t so much as move from where he stood. “Your pack is safe.”

My heart only calmed down when I saw the two werebears standing where I had left them. Though it still frayed my nerves, I slid Damon a cool glare over my shoulder. “Why the fuck did you come here?” My frigid words sounded edged in steel.

Damon held my gaze with unwavering focus. “Because the werebears didn’t kill those humans out of free will.”

A sardonic laugh flew past my lips.

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