Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
“I just want to be up front about this. I was Team Edward not Team Jacob.”
Brick goes still a moment. His eyes flare red gold, and I know he’s getting his wolf under control.
When he moves, it’s so fast I can’t see it. He threads his hand into my hair and draws my head back. His head descends, and he takes my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming, dominating. By the end, my head is swimming, and my nipples are aching.
His eyes are still bright when lifts his head. “I don't know who those dweebs are, but by the end of the night, the only name you're going to remember is mine.”
Chapter Six
Brick
I stand in the center of the small stage with the spotlights beating down on me. Everything in this place is calculated to be too loud, too bright, too garish. Leeches love to be obnoxious, even though they have just as heightened senses as shifters do. Maybe after a few decades running the club, Thaddeus is numb to the excess.
Seated around the stage are the club revelers. There’s a low hum like an audience waiting for an orchestra to begin. I ignore them all.
Thaddeus’ people have set the stage the way I asked, with a bare desk and an office chair as our only props. I figured Madi and I could recreate our office tryst. Play a little dominance game, appease the king, and go home.
She’s late. I left her in the green room after she said she wanted a few moments to freshen up, and I should wait for her. But she should’ve been out here ten minutes ago.
My wolf wants to barge back there and make sure she’s okay. But I keep my cool, watching Billy who’s at the door. I know he’s in full view of Sully, who is in communication with Madi.
The minute she comes out, they’ll leave, and the scene will begin, and we’ll get this fucking farce over with.
I can feel the head leech’s eyes on me. What I told Madi is correct–Thaddeus wants to test me–see if I can keep control–but he's also curious. What is it like to find your fated mate? What sort of human can fall in love with a monster?
I can tell he’s impressed with Madi. Impressed and intrigued. As well he should be. He can stay fascinated with her all he wants, as long as he keeps his hands to himself.
A murmur in the crowd snaps my attention back to the room. At the end of the hall, Billy straightens. He looks surprised. Then he checks back with me and throws a jaunty salute.
I frown. Someone’s up to something.
Then Madi appears, and the world falls away.
She struts out with her head back and chin up like a supermodel on a catwalk. There’s a confident, sultry sway to her hips. She’s vamping this up for the crowd.
And she’s changed her clothes. Gone is the modest white dress we agreed she’d wear. She either packed a change of clothes, or got the club attendants to procure a whole new outfit. A siren-red dress puts her curves on display, and a pair of stilettos give her a few inches of height. The dress is short and sexy. Most infuriating of all, it has a deep slit in the front that showcases the swell of her breasts.
Windows is back.
The entire club seems to hold its breath. The audience is silent, as if a goddess has descended among them, and if they breathe wrong, she’ll smite them.
Thaddeus is smirking. If he was in on this costume change, he’ll be lucky if I don’t rip out his eyes before I let my wolf devour his still beating heart. It’s possible he’s just amused by my reaction and had nothing to do with Madi’s little rebellion and everything to do with the fact that all vampires have “resting douchebag face.”
Either way, I want to kill him.
But I’m not here for that.
I turn to face Madi as she sways up to the stage. Automatically I put a hand out to help her up. She’s redone her makeup, too. Her eyes have a sly, catlike slant to them. Her lips are a dusky red.
She’s breathtaking, and for a moment, I can only hold her hand and marvel that she’s mine.
She notices the desk and chair behind me and grins. She’s ready. The air turns heady with the scent of her secret musk.
I draw her close and growl, “You’re in big trouble, little girl.”
The scene has begun.
I’m going to show her–and everyone here–she belongs to me.
Chapter Seven
Madi
I stare up at Brick, and his deep voice sends shivers skating down my spine. I love the stage–I wouldn’t perform with Aubrey and my band if I didn’t, but I’ve never gotten a chance to act like this, and it’s thrilling. I’m channeling my inner theater kid hard.