She grabbed a menu and a set of silverware, offering him a pleasant if not exhausted smile.“Follow me, please.”She led him across the almost completely full dining room to a two-seater by a window on the far side of the space.Peyton put in a drink and food order and had no idea what he said, but she took it down and left.
He smelled wisps ofher, but there was one glaring problem.
While she appeared to be a wolf, she was the only other wolf in here besides him.
Meaning a whole restaurant full of clueless humans.
Fuuuuck.
Every waitress that passed him, he closed his eyes, disappointed that it wasn’ther.
That’s when one waitress emerged from the kitchen swing doors, two bowls of salad in her hands.Her destination was a booth on the far opposite side of the room but when the door swung closed and his wolf senses picked up the breathtaking scent she trailed…
He closed his eyes and nearly wept.“Thank you, Goddess,” he whispered under his breath
Barely realizing he was already up on his feet and moving, he quickly crossed the room in several smooth strides.He wasn’t sure what color her eyes were, but she wore her long blonde hair pulled back in a braid that hung down past her shoulders and it briefly crossed his mind he’d seen her from a distance in the pack compound before.
Fuck yeah!
Seven
Gillian
It took every ounce of self-control Gillian had to hold it together.After delivering two salads to another table, she turned and—
Pulled up short, now standing eyes-to-pecs with a delicious smelling hunk of—
Oh, thank you Goddess, he’s a wolf!
Her gaze slowly traveled up his—YUM—broad chest, to his strong chin, his intense lips, his brown and slightly familiar gaze, which narrowed in a knowing, sexy, panty-flooding kind of way.
Sploosh, indeed.
When his right brow slightly arched, sheknew.
She knew thatheknew, too.
Hefeltit, he was available—and she was about to be fucked in the best way possible.
Hopefully.
She turned just to spot waiting lines outside both restrooms.
Dammit!
Not thinking—and not wanting to get arrested on an indecency charge for screwing in the middle of a busy restaurant full of clueless humans—she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him behind the counter, yelling, “Corner!”as she hustled through the swing doors behind another server, darted around them, bolted straight through the kitchen, calling out, “Behind!”and now moving nearly at a full run along the full-length of the line table.She stiff-armed the back door open, belatedly praying no one was sitting on the stoop on a smoke break or they’d likely get launched across the alley.
Desperate, she scanned the alley, and—
Well, any dumpster in a dire desire distress!
She dragged him behind it, spinning around, his lips crashing over hers as she heard fabric ripping—whoops—as she tried to get his khakis open and down.
He kissed like a dream and she hoped he could use his dick even half as well as he was using his tongue on her.
If so, she’d be a very happy mate indeed.
He tried to say something.“Listen, I—”
