Pulling the strap of her bag onto her shoulder, she made her way toward the town.
Misha kept her head down as she passed the town square, heading around the back of the library, and across the parking lot, toward her small apartment. She lived on the ground floor because she hated heights, and anything too far off the ground terrified her.
She was near her front door when someone grabbed her arm and spun her around.
“Do you think this is funny?”
She came face to face with Decker. His touch set her body on fire. In an entirely good way.
She shouldn’t care for his touch. With the way he rejected her and kept his distance, her body should at least not betray her. Only, she craved his touch.
Gritting her teeth, she hoped to keep control of all her senses and not to beg him for more. She would never live that down. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked.
Glancing down at where he held her, she made sure to glare at that very spot.
“Damn it, Misha, what game are you trying to play now?” he asked.
The growl in his voice shouldn’t be tempting, but it sent a shiver of pleasure rushing down her spine.
Did Decker know she was a virgin? Completely untouched? She had never even kissed another man, and here she was, pretty much begging for his attention, and he didn’t deserve it.
He’d rejected her. Just the thought of it was enough to set her teeth on edge. He didn’t deserve her time or her attention.
The dick.
“Do you think I’m so childish I’ve got time to play games?” She pulled out of his hold.
With his touch gone, she was able to think clearly. Staring at him, she had no choice but to tilt her head back, he was that tall. Damn it, why did he have to be sexy too?
Decker was a fine specimen of a man. All hard muscles and raw edges. She had seen him without a shirt on. A couple of months ago, some heavy rain had damaged the town hall. The following day after the rain, it had been so hot that he’d taken his shirt off. The temptation to grab popcorn and watch all his heavily inked muscles on display had been so hard to resist.
She didn’t grab popcorn, nor did she ogle him either, but she had wanted to. It wasn’t fair that he was able to ignore her, and she found each passing day harder to ignore him.
“Why are you not being … you?”
“Oh, you mean making your life easier and doing your jobs for you? I’m sorry, but the last time I checked, I didn’t have to do any job for the alpha. I help out with the pack, but I want to leave. I will get what I want, and to do that, everyone is going to have to start getting used to me not being here.”
Just saying the words out loud was enough to make her sick to her stomach. She didn’t want to leave anyone. The pack was her family.
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she tried to control her emotions.
With Decker so close, she couldn’t help but run her gaze all the way down his body. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a checkered shirt that just screamed hard-working man. The look reminded her a little of a lumberjack.
Her pussy grew wet, and her nipples tightened. This was the first time her body had awakened in front of him, and she wasn’t in the best of moods that it had. Hands clenched into fists, she took a step away.
Decker’s eyes flashed gold, and she couldn’t help but gasp. His wolf was close. The tension in the air mounted. The scent of his wolf filled her senses.
Give in.
Strip naked.
Beg.
Unlike her wolf, she had a little more restraint. Decker was not going to see her lose her mind, and she wasn’t going to allow herself to be rejected a second time.
Decker wouldn’t win this.
“You can’t keep me here, Decker,” she said. “You’re going to see that.”
“You’re going to piss off the pack?”
“Not the pack, just you.” She winked at him and couldn’t resist kissing the tips of her fingers and blowing him a kiss.
It was her parting to him as she turned her back on him.
Come after me.
Take me.
Fuck me.
Claim me.
Love me.
Decker didn’t do any of those things as she got to her apartment building. Just as she knew he would. And a little of her heart broke as she entered her home.
****
His father had called him with a warning that Misha Parks was in the only bar the wolves owned, and she was dressed for the manhunt.
Blueberry was with her, along with a couple of unmated females, but Misha was downing alcohol at an alarming rate.
At least, that was the report he got from his dad, who’d taken his stepmom out for a chance to dance. His father always made time for his new wife.
Staring at the bar, he was very much aware they had a group of twenty human tourists who had arrived yesterday. The local hotel had put them up.
The wolves were on good behavior, but when drinking, they were not weakened by alcohol as it simply didn’t stay in their system for too long, unless you drank erratically, drinking one beer after another. Spirits made it a little easier to get drunk, but not by much.
He took a deep inhale and didn’t smell any humans nearby, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. The last thing he wanted to do was be near Misha while she danced. He’d watched her before, from a distance.
Misha was a free spirit. Beautiful, charming, and so graceful. She sometimes allowed the freedom during the full moon, where she’d be completely naked and believe that she was all alone, and she’d dance to whatever tune was inside her head.
He’d seen her. There were many times he’d watched her with his hand wrapped around his dick, admiring the view. He was a sick fuck.
Misha was going to be the death of him if he wasn’t careful. She clearly found it entertaining to torture him.
She no longer helped at the town hall, and he’d been inundated with numerous complaints. Some of them serious, most of them pointless. Neighbors disagreeing didn’t call for his intervention unless the event went violent.
It was his job to keep the peace. He couldn’t believe how much crap his father had to put up with, and he didn’t realize how much Misha helped to filter out.
No one was willing to play peacekeeper. They were happy with him taking on the role for everyone and everything.
Running his fingers through his hair, he stepped into the bar, and the moment he did, he spotted Misha. She wore a dress that clung to every curve of her body. Misha had never been the kind of person to hide her body. She was … everything.
The bodice of her dress seemed to be tight over her tits, and it pushed them up, giving an amazing sight of her cleavage. His dick started to swell at the sight, and life was just not fair. His body wasn’t playing fair with him right now.
All he wanted to do was drag her away from the crowd and fuck her hard.
Do it. Make her ours. His wolf was getting tired of waiting. Three years was a long time to deny himself, and his wolf was now having a hard time agreeing with him about waiting, about not claiming her.
He needed to ask his dad about these feelings. They were starting to get overwhelming. Each time he looked at Misha, he imagined her full and ripe with his child. He wanted to pump his cum deep inside her pussy, to fill her up until she had no choice but to get pregnant.
Not only did he want to fuck her pussy raw, he couldn’t help but look at her mouth and think about those plump lips wrapped around his length, or how tight her asshole would be opening up to his dick.