Griff wheeled my case through Coyote Willy’s backyard and down the street. I trotted at his side, my heart thrumming with promise. Larissa was going to be overjoyed when she discovered I’d infiltrated the Hellfire pack. She would act as my controller and relay messages to Hades. She would get to stay in the World of the Living, and if I was successful, she would share in my reward.A few of the women milling in and out of the stores checked out his muscular physique, but apart from that, nobody gave a shit that he was stark-bollock naked. But then, this was Shifter City.According to the intel we’d been given, everyone who lived here was either a shifter or had descended from one. Only the very rich could afford clothing enchanted to form smart collars when you shifted into your alternate self and to snap back into place around your human form when you shifted back. I doubted that magical technology had changed that much over the four decades.Instead of walking in the direction of t
Griff’s amber eyes met mine, and he gazed at me with an intensity that made my insides melt like wax candles. “There’s something about you that I can’t resist,” he said. “And if I let you return to Albion and never see you again, I might regret it for the rest of my life.”My throat tightened. He was dead, and I’d killed him. I’d even danced on his charred remains. How on earth had he escaped and gotten himself a body? There was no way of asking unless I wanted to arouse suspicion.“Got anything to say?” He drifted toward me, his brows raised.“About?”The air became thick with tension, and the weight of his heated stare pulled my gaze down his naked body. Griff stood before me, his breath quickening, his broad chest heaving.In the tent’s dim light, every muscle on his torso was more defined. He was a living, breathing, e gy of perfection.The pulse between my legs pounded so hard that I had to squeeze my thighs together to mu½e the sound. But that only sent a pleasure bursting
“And Neutrals?” I asked. “Same thing.”“Alpha.” A wolf in overalls jogged up to us, his eyes bright.He was decent-looking if you thought flower-power was cool, with caramel-colored hair that flowed down his chest and a beard that reached his collarbones. Like Griff, he was six-four, but he didn’t have the bulk to carry off the height. He wore a long necklace of what looked like finger bones with a piece of quartz that hung halfway down his abs. I wondered if he was the pack shaman.“Rocco, this is Katie.” Griff clapped me on the shoulder. “She’s going to take care of Bonnie.”“Cool.” His gaze swept up and down my form, licked his lips, and then fixed me with a gap-toothed grin. “Welcome to the Hellfire pack.”Griff’s hands-off growl had the slighter wolf stepping back and dipping his head in a display of submission.I wasn’t about to preen at the possessive display. Not when I was in a borrowed body, and especially not when it came from a duplicitous wolf like Griff. Ignoring them, I gl
I scrambled to my feet, clutching the puppy to my chest. My heart slammed itself against my ribcage, trying to escape the confines of my reckless body. I had one thing to do—endear myself to the Hellfire Pack and not get caught—yet I’d risked everything for a dying creature.“That was Hellfire, wasn’t it?” Rocco strode toward me, his brows tight. “Answer me.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.“There’s no mistaking the scent of Hellfire.” His gaze dropped to the puppy. “And you used it to feed the runt.”My throat spasmed. It was hard to say how this conversation was going with all that long hair covering his features. From the way his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, I could tell he was shocked. But would he work out where I’d gotten that fire and tell Griff?Rocco pointed a finger between my eyes and then trailed it down to the puppy. “She’s already grown three inches. Only magic from someone high up in Hell could have saved a pup on
Beki lowered herself onto her front paws, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. She understood direct aggression, but these slimy, underhanded tactics were beyond her comprehension. At times like that, she usually deferred to me.“What do you say?” he asked. My choices were as follows:Sleep with him and risk everyone finding out anyway. Kill him and get torn apart by the Hellfire pack.Both would lead to me getting ripped to shreds. But there was a third option where I didn’t sully myself with this weasel of a wolf, and I could get rid of him without arousing everyone’s suspicion.“Fine,” I growled.He reached for my belt and grinned. I slapped away his hand. “Not here.” He stepped back. “Why not?”“If you hadn’t noticed, your alpha is interested in starting something with me.”Rocco nodded. “He’s like that with all the new girls. Once he’s had his bit, you’re fair game.”I couldn’t even be aggrieved at hearing that because it was a truth that had been pounded into me every day in He
“Not exactly.” His gaze dropped to my lips, and his heartbeat seemed to double. Whatever he was about to say vanished as he drifted toward my mouth.Clenching my teeth, I dug my fingernails into his hard pec. All the times we had kissed when he had been alive, he’d never displayed a trace of excitement. I’d always thought it was because he was cooler than the Fonz. Turned out that he found nothing about Cathwulf Aibek arousing.“What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice rich and deep and full of promises he couldn’t keep. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel it, too.”“Confusion?” I asked. “Because I have no idea what you mean.”He drew back and gazed down at me, blinking rapidly as though clearing his eyes of stardust. “I don’t understand.”“You keep using the same tired old lines,” I spat. “Don’t you think I’ve heard that shit my entire life? What’s next? Are you going to ask me for my star sign?”Griff’s features hardened. “I’m telling you the truth. Our souls are connected.”My gaze darted
I didn’t bother to turn around to see if Griff was following me because I could feel his gaze lingeringon my ass, and the heat of his body warmed mine even though we were several feet apart. I gazed out through the distorted barrier that separated this pocket of the Hellfire Pack’s territory to the larger enclosure, my lips curving into a smile. In less than a few days, I would gather that intel from Griff and drag him back to Hell.Just as I was about to step through the wards, footsteps hurried toward us.“Alpha?” Rocco said.I paused, my stomach tightening. If the kennel master so much as mentioned that I was wielding Hellfire, then this mission was over. Even Beki stiffened, her jaws tightening.Griff paused.My heart thrummed a steady beat, and every ounce of moisture evaporated from my throat. I turned back toward the brick building to find Rocco standing at its wooden door with his hands clasped.“What is it?” Griff said, his voice sharp with impatience.“It’s the dying pup.” Roc
For a horny, blackmailing kennel master, he certainly took his duties seriously. As he guided me through another part of the building where he stored supplies for the Hellhounds, there wasn’t a single mention of blowjobs. The hounds ate twice a day, and only the best cuts of meat. As the hours progressed, we fed them together, watching them turn from smoke to solid as they gobbled up entire goats and stared at us through eyes of flame.By the time we’d fed the Hellhounds, mucked them out, and added new straw to their pens, Rocco rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s basically all there is to taking care of the beasts.” His gaze swept up and down my body. “You’re a good worker and a natural with them once you realized they wouldn’t bite.”I raised a shoulder, still not quite believing this was the same guy from before. “They’re pretty nice once you get used to them.”His eyes softened. “Yeah.”My gaze wandered down the line of cages to the door that led to the vestibule, and the urge to