Page 63 of Howling
I won’t send them into danger without backup.
Tension eases out of his shoulders, and he nods in agreement. “Tyler?—”
“On it.” He immediately reaches over his shoulder, grabs his shirt, and pulls it over his head. My mouth drops open at the display of muscles. He’s so lean that his frame is deceptive. Sure, shifters often have very little body fat, but something about the way his muscles flex and move is hypnotizing.
The freckles on his face envelop his whole body. Instead of being scattered randomly, they are in a dusty swirl pattern, making it appear as though he’s covered in a galaxy of stars, and my fingers itch to trace the design. His skin is so white that his freckles look like artwork, and I could stare at him for hours.
It’s only when he reaches for the closure of his pants, his movements slow and seductive, that I realize I’m staring. Heat fills my face, and I’m mortified to be caught…but not enough to turn away.
If I thought he would be shy, I was wrong. A wicked smile curves his lips, obviously pleased by my attention, and he shuckshis pants. Against my will, my eyes scan his body, and I swallow hard at the sight of his cock.
Shifters aren’t modest. I’ve seen enough swinging cocks and swaying tits to last me a lifetime, and yet I can’t turn away. His cock fits his body, nice and long. Instead of shifting immediately, he allows me to look my fill. His dick hardens under my gaze, thickening deliciously, and damn if my vagina doesn’t whimper at the sight.
He would destroy me in the best ways, leaving me feeling him for hours, and I struggle not to squirm.
A throat clears—actually, more than one and more than once. I blink, tearing my gaze away. I expect to find Tyler smirking, but the hunger in his emerald green eyes is enough to have me swallowing hard.
The lust is so thick in the air that I can’t take a breath without tasting it, and my wolf growls in my head, demanding we accept his offer to fuck. It’s only when Dante steps into my path, blocking my view, that the spell is broken.
My gaze jerks up. I expect to find derision in his eyes, maybe even humor. What I don’t expect to find is jealousy…and maybe a little bit of interest? My mouth is suddenly dry, and I’m left floundering on how to handle the situation.
This is one thing Grampsdid notteach me.
I don’t think either one of us would’ve survived the mutual embarrassment.
The sex talk was bad enough.
Neither of us could look at each other for a full week afterward.
Clearing my throat awkwardly, I turn away…and find a cute little fox sitting in the spot where Tyler stood a moment ago. Everything inside of me melts at his adorableness. The little beasty yips, shooting to his feet and dancing around me in a charming way that has me stooping down to run my hands overhis fur. The fox eagerly licks my hand, moaning in pleasure, his small body practically vibrating in eagerness.
“Tyler.” Garth says his name only once, and the tiny fox retreats with a pout, practically dragging his feet as he turns away. My poor heart aches at the dejection. When he’s a quarter of a mile down the road, he perks up and trots down the highway before disappearing into the trees.
The instant he’s out of sight, my chest tightens in anxiety. I take a step to follow, then force myself to stop and release a heavy sigh.
I narrow my eyes in the direction of the town, silently vowing vengeance if they fuck with him. I don’t question my protectiveness, not anymore. They’re part of my team now, they’re my responsibility, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe.
I refuse to admit my attachment to them could be anything else.
DANTE
An hour passes without a sign of Tyler. The longer he’s gone, the more tension fills the air. Frankie is once more in the driver’s seat, ready to charge after the fox. I walk around the vehicle, determined to take the seat next to her, but the fucker Bellamy skids across the hood of the car and claims it first.
I glare at the asshole, promising retribution, but the jerkoff just smirks. My skinwalker abilities make me a formidableopponent. Garth can put me through my paces, but I suspect Bellamy can kick my ass, and my beast snarls in my head at the thought. He flashes his fangs and claws prick along my insides as he paces, both of us wanting to shed the fucker’s blood and claim another form—a fucking dragon.
It’s been over a millennium since anyone has seen one. I honestly thought they were extinct. It makes me wonder how he managed to stay hidden for so long. I don’t like how Bellamny and Frankie are keeping secrets. While there is animosity between them, I can scent their attraction, and it pisses me the fuck off.
She was ours first!
My beast pouts, and it’s all I can do not to lean forward and slit his throat. Tyler had the right idea the first time—we should have killed him when we had the chance. Now, I fear kitten would be upset if we hurt her pet lizard.
“Tyler’s fine,” Garth says, leaning forward like he wants to soothe her with a touch. At the last second, he curls his hand into a fist to keep from following through with the impulse. Instead of sitting back in his seat, he leans in closer and takes a sniff of her hair like a creep.
A blissed-out expression crosses his face for a second before he can mask it, but I don’t miss the way his muscles relax marginally. I glare at him, but it’s pure annoyance that he’s close enough to get away with that shit without being caught.
“No, something is wrong.” Without waiting for a reply, she leans forward and starts the car. She slams the vehicle into gear, and we take off with a spray of gravel, then a chirp of tires when we hit the road. It’s not long before we’re speeding toward town. I search the underbrush and trees for any sign of the fox, but it’s silent.
In fact, I don’t hear or see any animals or birds.
