Page 4 of Love That Sass

“Excuse me,” a timid voice said.

Tingles started up Weylin’s spine at the dulcet sounds of the stranger’s voice. His heart thudded and time seemed to slow.

Not a stranger, his Dire Wolf whispered.

Weylin shook his head. He’d been facing the other direction, but that would not matter to a Shifter like him. With his supernaturally enhanced auditory senses, he would have recognized the speaker if he knew them.

Nah. His Wolf must be crazy. No way did he know that voice. And yet, even though his human side didn’t recognize the shy, husky tone, his beast sure as fuck seemed to.

But how? There was just no way Weylin would have ever forgotten it. The voice was clearly female.

Sweet. Husky. Mine.

Wait. What?

Blood rushed through his veins, and thunder pounded in his ears. The whole bar went silent, and the only thing he heard was his own damned heartbeat. His Dire Wolf was clawing and snapping, snarling to break free of his human skin. Weylin grunted as he wrestled with the animal, determined to keep control.

Mine.

His Dire Wolf sat, ears perked in that metaphysical realm where the beast waited to be called. It had been a long time since he saw the animal so clearly inside his head without calling him. It was like the Wolf was in control and Weylin was frozen.

No. No fucking way.

He wiped a hand over his face, blocking out the disco blaring from the speakers as he reined in his inner animal. Shit. This was not the time nor the place for his Wolf to go apeshit over a woman.

“I said, excuse me,” the female stranger spoke again, closer this time.

Danger. Danger.

He was already sweating, and shaking like a leaf as Weylin turned slowly, prepping himself for whatever might greet him. Then he saw her, and his breath whooshed right out of his lungs.

She was leaning over the bar, trying to get his attention. Her clothes were normal, nothing special. Just a black shirt and a pair of jeans, but man oh man, the body they covered.

Holy. Fuck.

Petite and curvy, with hills and valleys, soft secrets and treasures, she was true perfection, all wrapped up in cotton and denim. His heart beat double time and the air seemed to sizzle with desire. Confidence and temptation. That’s what she was.

Weylin didn’t understand why women chose clothes that looked close to torture devices to him, but not this one. She was clearly dressed for comfort, and that alone made her more stylish than any of the females in skintight couture dresses at Serious Moonlight tonight.

She didn’t even have on makeup. Her smooth skin looked freshly scrubbed and when he sniffed, yep, he noted she’d used plain old-fashioned Ivory soap. A coating of sheer lip gloss covered her mouth, and he thought he scented strawberries, but that could’ve just been her natural scent.

Yum. Yum. YUM.

He was thunderstruck, and though Weylin knew a mere moment had passed, it could have been a millennium. Damn. She was beautiful. Her heart-shaped face was mere inches from his. Like a plump, ripe apple hanging on a low branch.

Tempting. Sweet. Seductive.

Clever eyes peeked up at him through short, thick lashes and she seemed unapologetic in demanding his attention. The woman was a walking, talking dare, and he was man enough to give in, no questions asked.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” she asked, nose scrunched up as she raised the volume of her voice to compete with the relentless disco beat pouring out of the speakers.

“I hear you, baby,” Weylin growled.

Unable to resist, he caught her face in his hands, stealing a kiss that was just too damn sweet for words. He had no idea who this beauty was, but she was definitely in the right place at the right time. His Wolf howled inside his mind’s eye, so loudly it damn near deafened him. Only one word rang clear throughout it all—mate.

Mate. Mate. MATE.

Chapter2

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