The stern tone was betrayed by the scent of his desire. It was
overwhelming, a strong musk redolent with strength and power and
possessiveness.
My heartbeat raced. If I could smell all that, what could he detect?
The scent of one-hundred-percent pure hussy, said the voice.
I gasped, and Jaxson raised an eyebrow.
My cheeks burned. How much of the feisty little voice was my own?
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Jaxson
My phone dinged, and I glanced down. Damian.
Viper spotted heading into The Bookshelf. Still there.
Finally, some good news. “Okay, put your claws away. The Viper was
spotted at an uptown bar. Time for happy hour.”
Savannah retracted her claws. “Great, I could use a drink after today.”
So could I.
Teaching her how to shift had taken every ounce of control I possessed.
My mind had nearly broken when she pressed her ass up against me, and my
wolf had howled with need. So now I had to ride beside her, smelling her
body and desire, and hating her for it.
Savannah caught up as I headed to the truck. “Where are we headed?”
The tension in her voice was palpable. This was what we’d been waiting for.
“A speakeasy called The Bookshelf over in the Circuit—downtown
Magic Side. It’s in the basement of a bookstore in one of the older buildings.
Supposed to be hard to get into.”
“But that shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?”
“Of course not.”
She looked down at her outfit. She was still wearing Sam’s clothes. “Is it
fancy? Am I dressed okay?”
Sam’s jeans gripped her ass like a glove, and just watching the way her
cheeks moved as she swayed through the weeds made me want to push her