Belinda Boring: The Mystic Wolves

I felt my lips curve into a smile as I lifted my arm to touch him. I forced my hands to look soft and not curl into claws to rip out his throat. Lowering my voice, I whispered, “Come now Gary, there must be something we can do to move past this. You don’t want to hurt me.” I let my other hand roll down the length of my body, hoping to keep his attention.

His focus remained on my face, and panic flickered in his eyes before he hid it. But I’d caught it. He didn’t like what I was doing. He was becoming anxious and I could work with that.

“You need to stop whatever it is you’re doing,” his voice came out in a rushed puff.

I closed the distance between us, never taking my eyes off him. Digging deep to steady my hands, I caressed the side of his cheek, making sure I continued to breath in and out. He hadn’t shaved, the stubble feeling coarse under my fingertips.

My wolf growled, fighting hard for dominance. She didn't like this, but I couldn't let her out. She nipped at me, showing her displeasure and I struggled to ignore her.

Bile rose up into my mouth as my fingers traced over his cheekbones. "See, we can work this out, Gary. There's no need for violence." I wanted to add he could put the gun down, but I didn’t want to remind him he had it.

I pressed my body against his. His eyes instantly widened, pupils dilating.

Leaning in, I purred into his ear. "Is there somewhere we can go? Maybe a little more private ? Let Jasmine leave, Gary. We don't need her."

I forced my other hand to rest on his chest for a moment before it began to journey downward, making sure to let out small moans of appreciation as if touching him pleased me. It felt like bitter ash on my tongue and all I could think of was the long, hot shower I would need to scrub his scent off me. If it was even possible

He didn’t move a fraction, remaining stiff, his arm still stretched out with the gun now aimed at Jasmine. I couldn't tell how receptive he was based on his body language.

"You need to stop,” the words exploded out of his mouth through clenched teeth. “What kind of idiot do you think I am? You are the alpha’s mate, his most beloved, and you expect me to believe you want me?” Scorn and disbelief dripped heavily off his words, and I lost my hold over him as his anger rose to the surface.

"Shhhh," I tried to bring Gary’s focus back to me as I moved face to face with him, my mouth a breath away from his. His lips felt dry against mine, and I fought the urge to lick my lips to moisten them.

"What Mason doesn't know won't hurt him. You can't tell me you're not curious about what it's like to be with a werewolf.” I lowered my voice to a sultry tone. “The heat that’s created. Not knowing what's woman and what’s animal. They say it’s quite the experience."

I could faintly hear Jasmine behind me, and I tried not to think what this looked like. She was loyal to her brother and even though she knew this was an act, it mustn’t be sitting well with her.

I couldn’t sense if her wolf had risen. Thank goodness for small miracles. I was having a hard enough time keeping mine corralled without dealing with a second one.

The rankness of Gary’s breath reached my nose, reminding me of my purpose. It reeked of cheap liquor and something else, a familiar smell. The scent triggered a red flag in my mind.

Gary had laced his liquid courage. It was so elusive, like it was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t quite remember. There was an otherworldly smell to his breath and it hinted at magic. When my brain finally finished figuring it out, I was stunned.

Vampire. The fool had drunk vampire blood.

A pulse of fear washed over me, leaving an icy trail through my body that caused my skin to pebble and break into a light sweat. Here I was, thinking I was dealing with a mere human, but with this extra boost, I had no idea what could happen.

I stood, hovered over his lips, my hand on his abdomen, my mind searching for my next move. So far, he hadn’t fallen for my act and time was running out. I needed to go all in and finish this.

Adding a wriggle to my stance, I reached for his belt buckle and pulled his body hard against mine. I wrapped my other arm around his back, pressing my chest to his. At the same time, I nipped at his lower lip to let him know I wanted access to his mouth. As his lips parted, my tongue dove in and I gagged as the rancid flavor of his breath touched my taste buds. I stumbled forward, but quickly recovered and applied myself more to the vomit inducing kiss.

The feel of the gun’s cold metal at my temple was unmistakable, and my body stiffened.

I'd just willingly put myself into his hands because he hadn’t been fooled at all by my ruse. A quick inhale through my nose told me the fear I’d been able to smell on him earlier had morphed into arrogance.

Gary’s deep chuckle resonated through him, chilling my blood instantly, and I felt myself sag a little.

Everything changed, and my wolf howled in triumph, knowing I’d have to accept the inevitable-sooner or later I was going to have to release her.

Gary ground the barrel of the gun hard into my skin, a reminder of who was in charge. In a move I could only attribute to the vampire blood in him, he turned me around, and he faced me toward Jasmine. His arms circled my chest, crushing me.

Jasmine looked horrified as a steady stream of tears flowed down her cheeks. She appeared deathly pale and her body trembled.

She was too young to witness something like this-we both were. Violence amongst the pack was one thing, but senseless violence at the end of a gun was another.

I tried to move, twisting hard in his grip but it only made him tighten his arm, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe as his embrace constricted my lungs. I continued to struggle, trying to find a way to break free. There wasn’t a weakness. Gary’s strength matched mine.

“Shhhh, what Mason doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Gary taunted, mocking me with my own words. My knees gave out as I felt his slippery tongue trail a path on my skin, licking me from the base of my neck to my ear in one slimy motion.

Jasmine cleared her throat, and I saw her step forward, the beginnings of anger on her face. Her wolf was beginning to break through and assert herself. Great.

I raised my hand to stop her, pleading with my eyes as I mouthed for her to stay where she was.

“Oh by all means, come forward Jasmine. It’s actually you I’m here for.” Gary’s low chuckle rang in my ear. “You didn’t think it was you, Darcy? No, I’ve had my eye on Jasmine for a long time. I’m going to get what I want.”

Confusion hit me. Scene after scene from the last few months played through my mind as I tried to make some kind of connection. There had been numerous times when Jasmine and Gary were together, but never alone and not once had I sensed any attraction-especially on Jasmine’s side.

We were close and told each other everything. If she was falling in love with this man, I would’ve known about it.

Jasmine’s eyes widened in shock from the declaration and even though I knew I couldn’t move, it didn’t stop me from wanting to comfort her.

“What do you want with her?”

Gary’s arm tightened slightly as he adjusted his stance. “I want her as my mate, or whatever it is you freaks call it, but Mason said no. All summer long, I’ve been trying to show what a decent guy I am and because I’m not a wolf, I didn’t even stand a chance.” It was impossible to miss the bitter anger as his voice rang out.

“I tried convincing Mason it didn’t matter, that I would treat her well and follow any pack rules he wanted, but that animal…” Gary paused to draw an angry breath, and my wolf bristled at the tone being used. “Mason wouldn’t hear any of it. Kept apologizing to me and saying it wasn’t the way things were done. He had someone else in mind for his sister, but hoped we could still be friends. Friends!” Spit flew from behind me at the force of his last word. “We will never be friends.”