Page 97 of Witch Unexpected
Tor picked up both glasses and obliged. My breath hitched at the sight of his beautiful feral features. Wide cheekbones sat either side of a straight nose and sterling gray eyes fringed in thick, dark lashes latched on to me. He was a monolith of power and muscle, eating up space and sucking the energy from the room.
Where Leif’s aura was a sensual caress, Tor’s was a slug to the chest, grabbing me by the throat and shaking my libido awake.
I pressed my thighs together. This was not the plan.
Tor sucked on his full bottom lip, tipped his head to the side, and inhaled. “Like what you see, little witch?”
Yes. Yes, I fucking did, but he didn’t need to know that. I shrugged. “From all the shit I’ve heard about you, I was expecting someone bigger.”
He blinked sharply then let out a bark of laughter. “Leif, did you finally get some taste?”
“Cora is our anchor,” Leif said.
Tor’s attention flew to my face, his pupils dilated, and he took a step back, shaking his head as if to clear it. The whiskey sloshed over the rim of the glass.
“Tor?” Leif said. “Are you okay?”
“You brought her here?” he growled, head down.
“I wanted to meet you.” I took a step toward him.
His head whipped up, eyes flashing silver around dilated pupils.
I froze, muscles bunching in fight or flee response.
“Get out.” Tor’s voice thickened. “Get the fuck out.”
Light flashed in the periphery of my vision; I looked down to see my brooch glowing green. What the fuck?
Tor dropped the glasses and spun, slamming his hands against the minibar so hard the glasses perched on it rattled.
“Tor, what the fuck?” Leif cried.
But my attention was on Tor’s hands. Hands that were bubbling and morphing into paws. “Leif…”
“Get out.” Tor’s voice was garbled and thick. “I can’t control it. It’s not safe, I’m not—”
He growled.
“Tor?” Leif took a step toward his friend.
I made a grab for him, snagging the back of his suit and hauling him away just as Tor erupted out of his clothes in wolf form.
The massive beast turned red-rimmed eyes on us, jaws dripping with saliva.
“Fuck,” Leif said softly. “Tor? What are you doing?”
Tor’s eyes locked on me, and he attacked.
My brain short-circuited.
I was going to die.
Crimson slashed across my vision.
Leif in wolf form.
The wolves collided, and I leaped out of the way with a scream trapped in my throat. They growled and fought, rolling, snapping, and clawing. Tor was so much bigger than Leif, but Leif was wily and fast, twisting and evading Tor’s powerful jaws.
