Page 26 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Yes, keys, just like Courtney taught me.”
Courtney the cousin.
“That’s good,” I say.
I don’t know what she’s talking about. Her heat’s frying her brain.
“Wanna come with us?” I hold out my hand.
Her hot gaze swims all over my body, lingering on my mouth and my broad chest, and fuck yes, my crotch.
The blood rushes down to my pants.
“No,” she says, shaking her hands.
“No?” I tilt my head. Give her the puppy dog eyes. “Little bird …”
Angel’s radio beeps.
I stiffen, then peer over my shoulder.
He holds the radio up to his ear, whispering into it as he steps away.
A shadow falls over his face.
“We need to get out!” he yells, voice full of tension, “now!”
He gives Hardy a look. Things have gone tits up.
I step closer and take the omega’s elbow. She attempts to shake it off.
“I’m not coming with you!” she snaps.
Angel shakes his head in an I-told-you-so expression.
“Got no choice, little bird. The bad guys are here.”
“You’re the bad guys,” she says, jabbing a finger into one of my pecs.
“We are,” I confess, “and we’re really fucking sorry. But you need to come with us. Now.”
She shakes her head violently, pulling on her arm. “How do I know you aren’t the ones who kidnapped me in the first place? How do I know this isn’t another of your silly games?”
I swing her around to face me and lower my head so our eyes are level.
“You don’t, but Bea, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and drag you kicking and screaming from this place if I have to.”
She opens her mouth to argue and it’s then we hear the first pound of bullets.
Fuck this.
I deliver on my promise, lifting her off her feet and swinging her over my shoulder.
Her hospital gown opens at the back. I get an eyeful of her round ass. Right there on my shoulder.
Gonna bite that.
Gonna sink my teeth deep into that plump flesh.
