Page 13 of Crossed Fates

Therefore, I will not have her.

My wolf snarled in protest. I ignored him. He could rant and rave later. Maybe I’d even take him for a long run through the woods up at Silver Lake.

He calmed a little at the thought, freedom a gift we rarely indulged in as a result of living in New York City. It was hard to find a place to shift and run without being seen. I managed it every now and then, especially when I couldn’t take the itching sensation beneath my skin anymore.

Bitten wolves could shift at will, but that didn’t mean we could go without our wolves for long periods of time. I pushed it on occasion, which always ended in a bad bout of aggression.

Which explained my mounting annoyance now.

It’d been at least three weeks since my last run. And after last night’s date with silver chains, I felt a little cagey at the moment. That, coupled with the beauty standing between my legs, nurturing a wound she’d inflicted, and it was no wonder I craved a hard fuck.

Mate,I thought, tasting the word.Damn it.

I still didn’t know what kind of wolf she was or what she’d even been doing locked up in the basement of that bar. Although,locked upseemed like a bit of a stretch, as she’d pretty easily freed herself.

“What were you doing there?” I wondered out loud. “At Bob’s Bar, I mean.”

Yeah, Bob’s Bar—a classy name for a classy establishment.

Fucking Mets fans.

“What were you doing there?” she countered, her voice huskier than before.

It had my gaze trailing over her to land on the apex between her thighs.She’s totally wet for me. Just as I was hard for her.

Any other day, any other time, and I’d silence the conversation with a kiss and work through our mutual attraction in an entirely different way.

Our animals didn’t overthink a damn thing; they just wanted to fuck and coexist.

No emotions.

No strings.

Just pleasure.

At least for me.

Only that wasn’t our situation at all. She was meant to be mine, whether I wanted her or not.

“Well?” she prompted when I didn’t reply.

“I asked first.” A childish response, but true. “Besides, you already know I work for E.V.I.E. So what do you think I was doing there?”

“I thought you slayers focused on vamps, not wolves.”

“He was part vamp,” I pointed out. “And I had a favor to return after what he did to me and Violet last night.” I flinched as the needle slipped, puncturing my wound.

And my dick pulsed in response.

Damn.

Makayla cleared her throat. “What did he do to you and, uh, Violet?”

“Ambushed us and a bunch of humans at a nightclub,” I muttered. “He had an army of vamps lying in wait, and they shut the doors and turned the place into a damn bloodbath. Then they knocked us out, and I woke up chained to a chair.” If Violet’s royal vamp boyfriend—or whatever the hell she considered him to be—hadn’t shown up, the night might have gotten worse.

But the vamp had helped remove the silver holding me down, leaving me just enough slack to free myself after he’d disappeared with Violet.

“Needless to say, I wasn’t pleased, and I’ve been hunting his ass all day to ensure that didn’t happen again.” I met her blue gaze. “Your turn, sweetheart. How’d you find yourself locked in a cage?” Because the bar had been mostly quiet, from what I’d seen of it. No signs of vamps hunting for prey, just a few lackeys who made poor guard dogs.