Wynter’s brow wrinkled at his suggestion.
“Hey, trust me, Fi’s okay. She was here last night. She won’t hurt you. You’ll see. It’ll all work out….now go. I’ll see you in a few hours,” he promised, and swam over to greet his guests.
Jealousy flared in her stomach as she watched Logan emerge from the water, exiting the pool, his sheer masculinity on display for all to see. To her dismay, both women turned their attention to his amazing body, letting their eyes roam all over him. Who wouldn’t look? The man was utterly confident, good-looking and oh so very Alpha. Of course, he’d have women chasing him left and right.
That very second, reality came crashing down upon her. She wasn’t in some fairytale where the girl got the prince. She was in serious fucking trouble with a major corporation who planned on dragging her sorry ass back to the lab to finish the abomination she’d started. And the gorgeous Alpha she’d been throwing herself at five minutes ago only wanted the information she held so he could protect his pack, not to mention that he probably had a different bitch warming his bed every night.
As she stood, she caught a glimpse of him wrapping a towel around his waist. The fabric tented, barely holding in place. Like a crushing blow to her gut, she watched as he took the Goth Chick into his arms and hugged her. The erection she gave him was touching another woman, and it sickened her to the core. Turning her head, she gathered her cover-up, and stood. Her bathing suit appeared to have sunk to the very bottom of the pool, and she had no intention of going in after it. Inaudibly to others, she swore that she heard something growl. Was it her?
This wolf thing was starting to get on her nerves. Did she really have an animal inside of her? Instead of letting fear rule her, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to picture a wolf, her wolf. Where are you? Wynter saw nothing and huffed in frustration. If she was a wolf, it was only a matter of time before she shifted. She knew from her friend how it worked. Somewhere inside her lurked the beast that would claw to the surface, and there wasn’t a damn thing she’d be able to do about it. The wolf was part of the human and vice versa.
Either way, she was disgusted with herself and Logan. Disoriented and confused, she didn’t understand what had just happened. Wynter could have sworn she’d felt something emotional between them in the pool, something other than just lust. But now? Now, he seemed quite content to rub the evidence of his arousal against a strange woman right in front of her. She steeled her nerves, feigning indifference, and casually walked toward the group. Let the fun begin.
Pulling the towel tightly around her, every muscle in her body tensed as she approached. Determined not to shatter, she tried to ignore her feelings. Her eyes darted over to Logan once again. No longer hugging, Goth Chick cupped his face, running her blood red fingernails down his cheek. They seemed to be having an intense conversation, and she wondered if they were lovers.
“Hi there. Feeling better?” Wynter heard the redhead ask.
Tearing her eyes away from the sight of Logan and the other woman, she gave Red a tight smile. “Yes, much better. Fiona?”
“Yes,” Fiona grabbed one of Wynter’s hands, giving it a quick squeeze. She was holding a few large shopping bags. “Nice to see you looking better. We were worried about you last night. You were so sick but now I can see everything’s just fine.”
Fine? Really? So not fine. Not even close, Wynter thought.
Before Wynter had a chance to respond to Fiona, she glanced up to Dimitri who gave her a warm but knowing smile. “Looks like you got some sun. Enjoy your swim?”
She tried very hard not to roll her eyes at his smart assed question and settled on giving him a cool smile.
“Swim. Yeah. It was a great swim. Swimming is awesome,” she said, shaking her head. Is that what wolves called it now? Did swimming equate to writhing naked against the hottest Alpha male she’d ever seen? These wolves seemed to know their way around euphemisms.
Dimitri laughed heartily at the feisty little wolf’s response. She certainly looked to be getting hot and heavy with his Alpha. And now, her behavior was bordering on aggressive. Almost as if she was territorial. Interesting.
“Leave her alone, Dimitri,” Fiona told him with a light swat to his shoulder. “Come on now, I’m sure your swim was quite lovely before we arrived. Are you ready to go get settled in your room?”
“Certainly,” Wynter responded in an almost professional tone. As if she was compelled, she could not keep her eyes off Logan as Goth Chick proceeded to trail her talons down his bare shoulder, settling her palm on his chest. A hot anger surged from within and before she knew what she was doing, Wynter found herself walking. Easily squeezing her small but strong body between Logan and Goth Chick, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him.
Logan had been arguing with Luci yet again. He’d meant to introduce the women but the disagreement became a priority as she insisted she had rights to stay with an Alpha, to stay with him in his French Quarter home. He’d explained that there was no way she was living with him. She had to stay in one of the pack apartments. Yet he’d cordially hugged her as always, aware that Wynter had been watching. Sure, he felt strongly about Wynter and planned to explore their relationship further. But he still didn’t trust her, and it was best that he conduct business as usual. And Luci was business.
A split second passed before he registered what was happening. One minute Wynter was talking with Fiona and Dimitri and the next, she stalked toward him like a lioness on the prowl. As his eyes locked on hers, he soon found that in a role reversal, he was now prey. Wynter pushed Luci aside and pressed up against him, possessively taking his lips. He welcomed the warm feel of her tongue darting into his mouth. He’d almost forgotten they had an audience, putting on quite the show for his pack members. Never in his life had a female demonstrated this kind of alpha, dominant behavior toward him. And damn if it didn’t turn him on even more. He knew he should break it off, tell her no, especially given that she’d done it in front of pack, but her sweet taste enthralled his senses. Vacillating between taking her to the bedroom and pushing her away, became unnecessary when without warning, she released him. She’d been the one to back away, yet still remained between him and Luci, looking directly into his eyes.
“Thanks for the swim, sweetheart,” she purred, with a glare that conveyed both lust and anger. “See you tonight.”
That would teach him, Wynter thought as she proceeded to walk around Logan. Remembering exactly the kind of determined woman she was, there was no man on this green Earth that was going to strip, feel and kiss her senseless and then rub himself onto another woman two minutes later. No damn way. For as long as she remained in this pack of his, she could either be a doormat or establish her role as an alpha female. She’d spent a lifetime of listening to what other people thought was best for her, and it was damn time she stood up for herself.
If Logan wanted Goth Chick, he could have her, but she’d be damned if she let him fawn all over her with her ‘hard on’. No, that was her erection; she’d done that to him. She supposed she should be embarrassed, but as she opened the sliding glass door, she could have cared less. Let him think about that kiss, because it might be the last one he’d get from her if he thought he could use her like that. So not happening.
As Logan watched Fiona chase off after Wynter into the house, he looked over to his beta in disbelief over what had just happened. Dimitri gave him a big shit-eating grin, fully enjoying the performance. Luci, on the other hand, seethed, crossing her arms; clearly annoyed that another woman, not her, was living with the Alpha.