Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 138217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
But rather than jerking away, she wanted to push him to the wall, crawl all over him, pet his human skin as she’d petted his bear’s fur. She just wanted with a ferocity she’d never before experienced, until it was akin to a small madness. Because this was a purloined instant of time, carved out of a life cold and lonely.
The compulsion to glut herself to the brim, like a child given treats only once in their life, it made her despise the idea of limits.
Yet she was still a Marshall, still trained in ways deadly and dangerous.
So she took note of the woman who’d joined them. It would’ve been easy not to look beyond her styled purple hair, full lips, and the voluptuous breasts showcased to sensual effect in a plunging top of glittering gold that looked like liquid. But Theo wasn’t about the surface. What she saw were the sharp eyes that had assessed Theo in a single glance, the fluid muscle on that tall frame, and the way others in the club glanced at her.
Admiration? Yes. Fear? Also a yes.
The stunning Amazon of a woman was a significant threat.
“That’s Stasya,” Yakov murmured to her, one of his hands coming around her waist to lie flat on her stomach with him almost fully behind her.
Theo’s senses hit overload. She felt drunk. And she had no intention of moving.
“You must be Theodora?” The words shouted above the music were a buzz saw cutting through the blur of overload.
Glancing at the woman she’d all but forgotten in her primal response to Yakov, the same woman she’d tagged a significant threat, she tried to resettle her mind, find her feet again. But they kept on sliding out from under her.
Yet she refused to drop the other woman’s gaze—refused to look away first.
“Just Theo,” she said, without shouting—because she knew the changeling across from her would hear her.
“Stasya.” A faint smile curved the other woman’s lips, their eyes yet locked.
Until Pavel groaned and literally put his hand in front of—but not on—Stasya’s eyes to break the silent standoff. “You two can play dominance games on your own time,” he said with a bearish rumble in his voice when Theo blinked and looked over to him. “We’re in party mode.”
Stasya’s glance toward him was deadly. “Good thing I like you.”
Unbowed, Pavel said, “I’m just saving you both from eye strain and headaches.” He pushed up his glasses. “Or next thing you know, I’ll have to introduce you to my optometrist.”
Glancing away from Pavel, Stasya caught Yakov’s eye and spoke just as the music fell into a small lull. “You have a minute? I need to talk to you outside.”
Theo fought down her building anger at the idea of the two of them talking about her—because all logic said it was about her—but Yakov kept his hand where it was, while angling his body to even more effectively hold Theo against him. “I’m off the clock,” he drawled. “Unless it’s urgent clan business?”
Stasya’s eyes gleamed. “Like that, is it?” A hint of amber to her irises before she returned her attention to Theo. But whatever it was she was about to say was interrupted by a member of the waitstaff bringing over a tray of drinks. Behind them came another staff member with the food.
As everyone on that side shifted to allow them room to place the items on the table, Yakov nibbled at the tip of Theo’s ear while moving his hand slightly up her body so that it lay on her rib cage . . . right below the taut mounds of her breasts.
Chapter 40
Dnx09: Bozhe moi! YOU GUYS!! I’m in Club Moscow and you will NEVER GUESS who I just spotted!
LvrBoo: Who????! Don’t keep us in suspense!
Novemba: SPILL GIRL!
WildestW: Five minutes and no update? We gonna hunt you down and do a murder.
Dnx09: Hold on! I was trying to sneak a pic, but no luck. So my bear clanmates, obvs, wolves, too. A smokin’ human or twenty—some international soccer team is in town.
LvrBoo: Brag, brag, brag.
WildestW: I’m sharpening my murder fork.
Dnx09: So, I went out to get some air, and no biggie. Not too many people outside, was chill. Then I decide to walk toward the fence—and no B.S.—I swear I saw KALEB FRICKIN’ KRYCHEK talking to Nina R. (she totally owns the club) all the way out in the shadows by the fence!
Novemba: Ugh, you had me going there for a minute. I’m outa here. This Wild Woman has pups climbing out of bed and a hottie of her own to snuggle.
LvrBoo: Yeah, did you eat some magic mushrooms while out foraging? It happens.
Dnx09: I SWEAR! He totally ’ported out before I could get my proof!
WildestW: Did you also see flying pigs? Kaleb Krychek, Cardinal Tk and Too-Scary-to-Sleep-With-but-MAN IS HE HOT, is not hanging out at clubs and poofing in front of you. Nice try tho. Got us good.