Fortunately, later in the evening, I had a breakthrough. I caught a faint waft of what I was looking for near the entrance of a bar. I’d know Kira’s smell anywhere: hints of vanilla and honeysuckle, an undertone of seawater and birch bark, with the smallest hint of rose water. My heart stuttered when I caught it, and my feet instinctually led me toward the scent.
Music assaulted my ears as I stepped into the bar. It was barely past eight, but the place was packed. The deep bass thumped so strongly, it resonated in my chest. Colored lights flashed and strobed around the bar and dance floor. I was already in a shit mood, and this place did little to appease me.
With everything going on in her life, Kira had decided clubbing was the best way to let off steam? Her life was on the line, and she was getting drunk in a bar? It made no sense. She was usually reserved and rigid. It wasn’t like her to hang out in a place like this, unless she was on assignment. But she also had what I considered a self-destructive streak a mile wide. That usually displayed itself by her taking risks and volunteering for dangerous missions. She was impulsive, but I’d be damned if I let that be the death of her.
There was a short line at the door, a bouncer checking IDs and taking cover charges. I skirted the line and ducked under the velvet rope.
“Hey, fucker, back of the line!” the bouncer called out, grabbing the sleeve of my leather jacket.
My lips peeled back in a growl. Without speaking, I lifted my wallet and showed him my Tranquility operative badge. The bouncer’s face went pale, and he released my jacket, holding his hands up in surrender.
“No problem, bro. You do you.”
“That’s what I thought,” I snarled as I entered the club.
There had to be a hundred people inside, their scents all intermingling. I’d have to search for Kira. I pressed through the crowd, eyes bouncing from face to face until I spotted her. There she was, at the far end of the dance floor, drink in hand, dancing with Zoe. Her halter top clung to her skin, her shorts short enough to display the curve of her ass. The clothes must have been Zoe’s—Kira never dressed like that.
As I watched her dance, a strange feeling coiled in my stomach at the sight of her bare midriff. My eyes flicked from the creamy skin of her stomach to the curve of her ass to the outline of her breasts. A flash of the day the lion shifter had poisoned her burst through my mind. Kira’s tongue on my neck, her hands pawing at me, her breathless voice asking me to fuck her, to make her come.
I shook my head, shoving the thoughts away. This was Kolton’s sister. As hot as she looked, I needed to get my head on straight. Things had to be put into perspective. Plus, she’d gone through a lot of shit lately. This wasn’t the time for me to have some thirteen-year-old boy’s wet dream. Even if the situation was different, Kira hated my guts—always would. Anything else I might feel was a moot point.
The two women didn’t notice me until I was standing right next to them.
“Hello, ladies,” I said, raising my voice to be heard above the music.
Kira’s eyes snapped toward my voice. Her nostrils flared, the muscles in her jaw flexing as she gritted her teeth.
“Oh, goody, we get to have angsty and uncomfortable conversations on our night out. How fun,” Zoe said drily after seeing both of our faces.
“What the hell are you doing here? How did you find us?” Kira demanded.
“Don’t worry about that,” I said. “We need to talk.”
“Uh oh!” Zoe shouted, “Emperor Killjoy has arrived. Hide the alcohol, stop having sex, and start praying to the gods for forgiveness.”
“Zoe, please,” I said.
She grabbed a couple of drinks from the bar and held them out to Kira and me. “Here, it’ll help you calm down.”
Kira took hers and gulped it down.
I cocked an eyebrow. “You’d better be checking that. Remember the last time you took a drink and didn’t double-check? You don’t want to put yourself in a bad position again.”
I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth, but it was too late. Kira’s eyes flashed menacingly.
“And what position would that be?”
Again, my mind flashed with the memory of her skin pressed against me in the parking lot. Her fingers sliding across my chest, breathless moans begging me to do dirty things to her. I couldn’t let those thoughts out. Instead, I changed the subject.
“Are you guys out here celebrating or trying to drown your sorrows?” I asked, trying to get a read on how the audition went without coming straight out and asking.
Kira gave me a sickly-sweet smile dripping with sarcasm and held her drink up. “Both,” she shouted, then took another drink.
That told me nothing. Why had I assumed anything different? Kira was smart, and I was sure she knew exactly what I was trying to get at. She was probably being as obstinate as possible to piss me off.
Kira handed her glass to Zoe, then slipped into the crowd, vanishing into the dance floor. Shit. I’d lost sight of her.
Grabbing Zoe, I tugged her into a fairly quiet corner.
“Hey, Mister Grabby-Hands, watch it,” Zoe snapped, looking down at my fingers on her shoulder.
“Did Kira get on the show?” I asked.
Zoe’s eyes skirted to the dance floor where Kira had vanished, then back to my face. “Show? Like on stage? This isn’t that kind of club. You have to go a few blocks down to see that.”
“Dammit, Zoe, you know what I mean. The Reject Project? Did they choose her for the show?”
She cupped a hand to her ear and squinted. “I’m sorry? The Preachy Quartet? Is that some religious acapella band you’re in? It’s so loud, I can’t hear you.”“Zoe, for fuck’s sake. Can’t you…”I trailed off as I glanced over and saw Kira. The crowd had parted, and I glimpsed her getting hot and heavy with some guy on the dance floor. She had her arms around the guy’s neck, and he had his wrapped around her waist, his fingers digging into her ass as they gyrated. Even in the flashing lights, I could see the outline of his hard-on against his pants.Before I knew what I was doing, I was on the dance floor, pulling Kira away from the guy. I was unreasonably angry, and I didn’t really understand why, but I despised seeing another man’s hands on her. It set me off in a way I’d never experienced before.“Are you insane? What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked Kira.When she looked at me, I could see the alcohol had started to affect her. Her eyes had the soft, glazed look of someone who wa
Kira moaned and kissed me again as the elevator doors opened. Frantically, we more or less ran down the hall to the room. Kira fumbled the key in the lock, and finally, the door opened.I slammed the door shut, then yanked her top off even as I lifted her and tossed her on the bed. I grabbed the tiny shorts molded to her body and slid them off in one quick movement, along with her thong. She gasped as I flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and buried my face in her pussy.I slipped my tongue into her, and the taste of her almost had me exploding. Kira clutched the sheets and groaned as I fucked her with my tongue. Sliding into her, then flicking across her clit, then up to circle her asshole, and back again. Over and over. Heat flooded from her pussy, the taste delectable.“Gods, eat me, make me fucking come, Wyatt,” Kira moaned, thrusting her hips back into my face.I pulled my face and rubbed a finger over her clit. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”Kira looked over her s
I rolled onto my side and looked at her. Kira was on the verge of tears. My post-coital bliss vanished, replaced with icy fear. Had I done something wrong? All I’d wanted was to make her feel what I felt. The last thing I wanted to do was upset her.When she looked at me, I could see that wasn’t it. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped as though frozen with indecision. A tear slipped down her cheek, and without thinking, I reached out and wiped it away. Kira closed her mouth and stared at me.My heart twisted as I watched her throw up the barriers and walls that had always stood between us. She sat up, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin. Without a single hint of what she’d been about to say, she got up and started searching for her clothes that lay strewn across the room.“Let’s forget this happened.” She didn’t even look at me as she spoke.“Wait, what?” I said, pulling the sheets over my nakedness, suddenly ashamed.With an overly dramatic sigh, Kira turned, he
Before I could say anything else, Kira shoved Zoe into a taxi, then crawled in beside her and slammed the door. I stared at the red tail lights as they slowly disappeared down the street, my hands clenched into shaking fists.She was going to die. It didn’t matter how well she was trained or how much she wanted to succeed. I was sure she wouldn’t survive the show. The showrunners pushed the boundaries because they knew people loved the drama and horror of on-screen deaths. I was intimately aware of how their minds worked. I couldn’t let her go into that alone. There had to be a way to stop this.I paced up the street, pulling at my hair and trying not to put my fist through a wall when the thought hit me. I froze mid-stride, an icy chill sliding down my spine. A myriad of possibilities ran through my mind and were quickly dismissed, but I did have one option to save Kira. It wouldn’t get her off the show, but it might give her a better chance at surviving.It was time to pull some str
The other pack leaders who attended gave me some cursory goodbyes, but their bored expressions and listless words told me they didn’t give a damn that I was leaving. It made me wonder what they’d do if I told them exactly why I was leaving the pack lands. Would they change their tune and beam at me with pride? Or would they simply look at me with sadness and start consoling my parents on the death of their daughter? A death they’d be sure was coming.“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered to Zoe as we walked away from the house.Zoe’s eyes flicked to the tree line. “We can, but you’ve got company.”Following her eyes, I saw the familiar form of my brother Kolton’s wolf sprinting out of the forest toward us. He shifted as he drew upon us, a heavy backpack slung over his shoulders.“Hang on, buttface,” he said. “You aren’t going anywhere without me.”I gaped at him, then looked at Zoe. She had a guilty look on her face and refused to meet my eyes.Gritting my teeth, I snarled at her. “You
Clothes didn’t excite me as much as they did Zoe, but I let her do her thing. Taking swatches of fabric, she magically created dozens of different outfits. Most were amazing, but she skewed into experimental territory a few times. The craziest of the creations was a green velvet-and-tulle dress. The nearly transparent tulle fabric was all that covered my chest, basically exposing my breasts for anyone to see.“Oh! That is so hot!” Zoe gushed.Looking down at my visible nipples, I shook my head. “Absolutely not.”Zoe’s face fell. “What? Why?”I waved my hand over my chest. “Because everyone can see my tits, that’s why. Are you crazy? I’m gonna be on TV.”Zoe sighed and rolled her eyes. “Gods, you shifters are such prudes. Fine.”The next outfits were more suitable, and I let her have creative freedom as long as my nibbly bits weren’t overly exposed. She loved stuff like this, and this would be the chance for her designs, makeup, and hair talents to be seen by the whole world. Still, my
As soon as the elevator opened to the lobby, I heard a hissing roar, undulating and piercing at the same time. It took a second for me to realize it was the sound of a crowd cheering and screaming outside. Through the giant glass front doors of the hotel, I saw thousands of people lining the streets of the capital.“Holy shit,” Zoe whispered.“Yup,” I said, my mouth going suddenly dry.“This way, folks,” the fallen angel said.I was terrified, but my feet followed the gigantic figures in front of me. Zoe slipped her hand into mine, and I squeezed it hard. A moment later, the doors opened, and a flood of noise enveloped me. Strobing flashes from cameras blinded me. Hand-drawn signs waved and swung through the air, but everything moved too fast for me to read them. People were yelling and screaming and reaching over barricades to try to touch me.“Here she is, everyone!”The voice was a familiar one. I’d heard it for years every time Zoe and I watched The Reject Project. It was the voic
One by one, men got out of the car, each as gorgeous as the last. Every one of them could have been a movie star or model. The crowd, especially the ladies, screeched as the men—all attired in tailored tuxedoes—waved.I did my best to hear all the names as they were called out and file them away in my memory, but the screams, flashing lights, and my nerves made that impossible. I’d have to wait until later to try and get them all straight.The men looked up at the stage and tried to catch my eye as I smiled and nodded at whatever the hell Von was saying. I didn’t really care for the intent and greedy way they looked at me. Like I was nothing more than a prize to be won.After the eighth man stepped out, Von raised his hands and addressed the crowd. “We have a bit of a last-minute change regarding our tenth and eleventh contestants. The eleventh contestant was delayed and will join us on Bloodstone Island. And due to unforeseen circumstances, our tenth competitor had to drop out.” Murm