Blonde curls fall over her shoulder, the buttery-yellow colour too perfect to have come out of a bottle. Big, puffy lips just begging for a cock to slide between them smirk back at me while a devious glint takes up the emerald flames flicking through her eyes.
“The name is Christopher, darling. But once we get better acquainted you can call me whatever you’d like.”
It’s the first phrase I’ve spoken in Wolf Hollow, and for all intents and purposes, I did it with my forearms resting on Calista Drache’s desk.
Dominance asserted.
“Of course he’s British.”
The redhead sighs loud enough for me to hear, but I don’t even register her words. I’m captivated by the woman in front of me, the woman wearing leather like she was born in it.
Scraping her nails across the desk like a cat in heat, the sexy fucking minx closes the distance between us.
“You look like abadboy.” Her eyes flick to my hair and a purr slips through her voice, “And bad boys get punished in this town.”
I’m not ashamed to say it’s an eye fucking contest between me and Wolf Hollow’s top dog.
And I’m pretty sure she’s winning.
Licking my lips, I can’t bring myself to look away, “Is that a promise?”
“Or a threat. Whichever you prefer.”
Oh, she’s definitely winning.
Dropping my eyes to the open slit of her jacket, I barely hold back my groan. Bare skin bleeds through the leather material, the sharp point of her nipples all but on display.
God. And don’t get me started on her tattoo.
A smile slips through the mask of my alpha front, my eyes raking over the ink smeared clear across her torso. It’s fierce and violent, an intricate design that tells me everything I need to know about the woman in front of me.
“I quite like being threatened by beautiful women. Don’t mind being punished by them either.”
Heat flares in her eyes, the slight tilt of her lips telling me that was a good response. Green irises dance over the wolf snarling along my neck, soaking in the violence and ferocity of my own demons.
“Most men don’t make it out of here alive.” A pink tongue runs teasingly over the tips of her canines, “Especially if I have anything to say about it.”
It’s a good thing I’m not like most men.
My eyes drop to her lips. Dark red lipstick threatens heaven and hell wrapped in one sinful package.
This woman is the embodiment of temptation and I’m tempted to let her do whatever the fuck she wants with me.
“It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Miss Drache.”
The formal title has her green eyes crinkling, the first glimpse of a genuine smile sneaking through her breathtaking features.
“Likewise, Devil.”
A chuckle escapes my throat, and with one last glance at the dragon draped across her skin, I turn around and take my seat.
A stunned silence lingers over the auditorium, shocked and curious gazes pinned in our direction. I don’t acknowledge any of them before pulling out my phone and shooting off a message to my crew back home.
ME: Calista Drache is going to be a problem.
Chapter 6
CALISTA
