Page 14 of Howling
So why is my beast making googly eyes at the girl, cooing softly like he’s trying to calm her?
It’s fucking unnatural.
We’re fierce monsters, killing machines who drink the blood of our enemies.
Yet I’m careful to keep my mouth shut so I don’t accidentally flash my fangs and scare her off.
Tyler uses my distraction to push himself upright. His eyes are a brilliant green that I haven’t seen in months, his fox close to the surface and completely healthy. From the way his gaze caresses her, it’s obvious he’s infatuated with the girl. It’s all I can do not to grab her arm and drag her behind me so no one can look at her but me.
That thought is frightening enough that I take a step back, suddenly suspicious that she cast a spell over us. My gaze drops to Garth, and my brows furrow when he remains frozen. “You can’t leave without releasing him.”
Her eyes flick toward the wolf, obviously reluctant to get near him.
At least she’s smart.
She side-eyes Tyler, then shrugs. “You’re the one he hurt. Are you sure you want him released?”
Tyler only blinks, unused to anyone putting his needs first. His expression softens, and I nearly roll my eyes at the sappy fucker.
He’s already pussy whipped.
It’s pathetic.
“Just leave him,” I mutter, not wanting to admit that I don’t like her attention away from me. “Once he shifts back, he’ll be fine.”
The girl glances at me dubiously, and my beast puffs up, taking offense that she would doubt us. It doesn’t matter that we lie, frequently and as often as possible, if it means getting what we want.
That’s beside the point.
The girl glances at Tyler, as if for confirmation, and I bite back a snarl. The little fucker practically preens under the attention, barely resisting a smirk in my direction, and I flash my fangs at him…which only amuses him more.
Fucking cunt.
I’m going to pound his ass during training tomorrow morning.
“He’s right,” Tyler confirms with a smile, standing slowly before he turns to fuss over the food left on the counter. “By the time I’m done cooking, he’ll be back to normal.”
He winks in her direction, a flirty smile quirking his lips, and I’m fucking pissed when I swear a blush darkens her cheeks.
That was supposed to be my blush!
My beast whines in my head, pacing restlessly that the fox is fucking flirting with her right in front of us, and I cross my arms in a huff to keep from dragging her away. I kick away the broken chair scattered across the floor, then pull out a second chair fromaround the island, the one farthest from Tyler, and point to it. “Sit.”
I can’t help the alpha snarl that turns the simple word into a command.
Only the girl doesn’t obey.
My beast whines in my head like a little bitch when she doesn’t do as she’s told.
Instead, she turns toward me, crosses her arms, and raises a single eyebrow in my direction. “Excuse me?”
Her tone is deceptively soft.
Dangerous.
And damned if my balls don’t tingle at her ire.
I’m practically panting, not even bothering to be discreet as I adjust my cock. When her attention drops to my hand, watching me cup myself, it’s all I can do not to shuck my pants so she can see all of me.
