Page 2 of Love That Sass

Chapter1

Disco music blasted from the speakers and Weylin grinned like a maniac as the bachelorette party kicked it up a notch.

There were women everywhere, in all stages of dress or undress. The air was saturated with female smells, like hair product and body lotion—nothing too strong since most were Shifters. Glitter and confetti rained down from above as balloons popped and noisemakers went off.

Hell yeah. The place was simply jam packed. Women were talking, shouting, singing, and shaking their groove things all over the place. As for Weylin, well, he was in his element.

What could he say? He simply loved women. Loved flirting, making them smile. Dating was his thing, but he kept his options open. He was a free bird,er, Wolf, anyway. Weylin simply loved variety, and he had a whole contact list full of possibles for every night of the week.

Fun lovin’.

That was the best description Weylin had ever heard of himself. Of course, there were those who were not all that entertained by his lifestyle choices. But whatever.

Weylin could not make everyone happy. He was a Dire Wolf Shifter, notNutella.

Lord, he loved the chocolate hazelnut spread! Ate it right out of the jar with a spoon if there was nothing to spread it on. Though, he had to confess, it was even better when he had a warm, willing female who didn’t mind a little creative snacking.

Hmm. I am kinda hungry.

Speaking of which, it had been a few weeks since he’d gone out with a member of the opposite sex. And by going out, what he really meant, of course, was staying in. Yep, that was just what Weylin needed.

An evening with some fine, feisty woman who appreciated his brand of humor and was down for some no strings hanky panky. Even his Wolf perked up at the mention of some smexy fun times.

Grrrr.

The big, red-furred beast was easily double the size of the average Werewolf, though smaller than his Alpha, and Thor, that monster. He could more than hold his own, though, but lucky for him and everyone else, he was more lover than fighter.

Whine.

His Wolf whimpered in his mind’s eye, and that brought Weylin up short. He slammed a glass down a little harder than he meant to and shook his head. Fuck. His damn beastie was getting all mushy because of all the matings going on in the Pack lately, but that sort of thing was not for him.

He was into happy endings, not happy ever afters.

Snort. What? You think guys really mature after junior high? Ha! Not likely.

Weylin’s inner musings were cut short by a loud voice demanding attention. He grinned at his Pack mate, turning towards her expectantly.

“Blow jobs for everyone!” Sheila Rand,soon-to-be-Crowley, shouted.

As the only Dire Wolf female in their Pack, and the Alpha’s actual cousin, she was something like royalty to the males who’d grown up with her. The fact she was about to become actual royalty, marrying the one and only Lion prince of the Blue Valley Pride, was just kismet.

Damn, but she was pretty as a picture. Red hair flowing around her shoulders, eyes bright with happiness. Weylin could not be more thrilled for her if he tried. Hell, he even liked her mate. Leo was a down-to-earth kind of prince, even if he was a tad bit obsessed with his hair.

Felines and their manes. Grrr.

“Shake a tail feather, Weylin! My girls are thirsty!” she crowed, slamming her hands on top of the bar.

“I’m hurrying, girl.”

“Good. Make em extra strong, and for fuck’s sake, do not allow Patricia near any of the drinks,” she mock-whispered.

“I heard that!” yelled the sassy older Lioness.

“No worries, Sheila. I know better than that,” Weylin replied and lifted the shaker up to mix the drink.

“Like my party?” Sheila asked, looking around happily.

“I do, but can I ask a question?” Weylin inquired, considering his words carefully.

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