The way my molars grind at the sight of the threat sends a painful stabbing straight through my jaw. Every muscle in my body tenses tightly, and as fight or flight soars through my body, my feet are storming toward the asshole before the adrenaline can fully settle in.
The window flings up with the force of my palms, and I’m face-to-face with the smoky wolf, who simply stares me down. I’m less than an inch away from his smooth snout. The heat of his even breath fans against my cheek, and I wait for his move.
Until I’m tired of waiting.
I’m so damn tired of waiting for things to happen in my life.
And this fucker is no different.
“What do you want, Hell Cunt?”
Those pretty shining eyes appraise me in a mocking way that makes my blood boil despite the cool breeze that wafts through my sheer gown.
Two big paws press into the white window frame Boards creak beneath his massive weight.
And then charred black smoke bursts around the creature. His image shatters with explosive sparking magic. It happens so fast I barely catch the scent of ash against his fur.
Then a stunning green-eyed man is sitting lazily in the window frame where a once terrifying beast loomed. The bend of his knee is where he languidly rests one of his arms while he judges me with a sharp gaze. His attention never does dip down to the curves of my body that the moon highlights for anyone who might look my way.
The tight dress is to emphasize the Mating Moon. Tonight, Mika and I are to join as one beneath the light of our Goddess. And by morning, my sheer gown will be tight against a blooming belly. By dawn, I’ll be an expecting mother of beautiful pups.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.
But it’s wrong for me.
It isn’t my path, and I know it.
It’s so damn distracting that anxious thoughts of marriage are clawing at the back of my mind. Even now in this bizarre moment with this naked man suddenly taking an inventory of my appearance.
And seemingly finding me lacking. Which is just… It’s fucking insulting is what it is.
“You’re her, huh?” he asks with as much enthusiasm as a dog being offered a plate of lettuce.
I don’t like him. I don’t like hisfuck youdemeanor. That’s my demeanor, and there’s only enough room for one bitch in this conversation.
And that’s going to have to be me. I’ve earned it. Just ask Lazy-Nosed Lisah.
My lips part to tell him off, but apparently my hands are quicker.
With one swift shove, my palms collide with smooth rigid shoulders, and the cockiness is pushed right out of him as he goes tumbling down from his high pedestal.
He lands with a thud and a stream of curses that make a real smile almost touch my lips.
Almost.
“What the fuck!?” He’s back up in no time with a bit of leaf stuck in his short black hair. Dude might be a total fuck face, but his recovery time is impressive. “The Night Witch said there exists a woman more beautiful than heaven and more pained than hell.”
Oh.
That…that does sound like me, doesn’t it?
I hide my surprise a bit too late when I close my gaping mouth and cross my arms.
Only then does his attention slip to the outline of my perfection.
My features steel, and I try to get to the point of his conversation before Nyra comes to get me for the Mating Moon.
“And?” I ask harshly.
