“I lie, there are two Alphas, both on their way to being dangerously drunk. Or maybe it’s dangerous and drunk. I’m not sure anymore, but please come save them. I promised to keep them out of trouble.”
He grabs my hand and races back through the doors, but instead of taking us back into the main area, he ducks into another room that’s clearly a VIP room, darting around people.
“Lads, I found your wife!” he shouts triumphantly, giving me a little shove into the middle of the drama.
Chapter Four
KEEGAN
Ronin sways on his feet. Or maybe I’m the one doing the swaying, which makes sense, given how many drinks we’ve had. St. Paddy’s Day needs celebrating. Throw Santiago into the mix, and something is bound to happen.
I hand a bottle of water to Ronin, in the hopes that the woman trying to climb him like a fucking tree gives him a minute. Or listens when he says he’s not interested, though she’s not too keen on chatting. Neither is her friend. They’re a tag team put together by The Morrigan herself. Though the Goddess of Temptation forgot to make them at least a little alluring, and that’s despite the Jameson we’ve been drinking.
“Come on, let’s go back to my room. They’ll join us when they’re ready, but it looks like your friend is ready to party.” The raven-haired vixen drags her green nails down my chest as she speaks. No shit, I’ve been straight-up clear as fucking day about not being the slightest interested, but she doesn’t give a fuck about our lack of… connection, spark, Jesus, anything, really.
Carefully picking her hands off me, so as not to cause drama, I twist around and down a bottle of water myself before I manage to tame the fury at this random woman touching me up. “I told ya a hundred times or more, I ain’t feckin’ interested. Keep your goddamn hands to yaself.”
There’s a commotion behind us, but my focus is on Ronin, since it’s me job and all. Plus, I’m rather fond of the surly bastard, and the vixen in front of him is even worse than the one before me.
She must be daft, because even though I’m clear as a fucking knife in the ribs, she ignores me words and starts running a hand over the front of my jeans.
“Would you feckin’ stop,” I warn, catching her hands and getting them off me.
She grins, like this is all part of a game, and goes to raise them again. I take an obvious step away as I tell her to keep her distance, but my words get lost by Santiago yelling from the other side of the room, “Lads, I found your wife!”
Finally, something gets through to the two desperate Betas who’ve been circling like sharks. They stagger like Santiago physically slapped them, adding dramatic gasps for everyone watching.
Ronin throws his head back and laughs at the Betas’ acting skills, and the situation. Though, the instant Santiago pushes the decoy our way, it’s like all the noise in the room vacuums out.
Fuck me.
My brain short-circuits before my heart thuds like I just sat through the biggest jump scare.
I lose the function to breathe when I see her walking over towards me. Us.
Her eyes are dangerous—green as emeralds and deep as a river—completely distracting. I get caught up in them until shesways her hips with a sassy confidence that shocks my body back to life.
Including my cock, which goes from dead in my jeans to raging fucking hard and straining against my zipper.
Once she takes a couple more steps, I hear her voice. “Honey, I’m so sorry I’m late. I got caught up.”
Listening is harder than it should be, because I’m stuck watching the way her lips move.
Her tongue runs along her teeth before she speaks again “Hon?”
I shake my head to right my thoughts. My eyes drag away from her mouth, and her eyes are on mine, full of fucking tease and trouble. It’s only for a bare second, but it’s enough. In the next blink, they shift behind me and destroy the woman next to me with a look. But fuck, I get it. I got a look, too, completely different, but I understand the power.
And then her gaze falls back to me.
“Thank fuck,” I growl. At her, but also the Beta scurrying over to her friend. Scared off by my wife.
Those magical lips twist again as she brushes up against me. She’s not tiny. I mean, I ain’t small at six-foot-six, but something about the way she slides her arms around me and lays her head on my chest makes me feel bigger, stronger.
It’s fucking nice, the way my body molds around hers.
As soon as my hand settles on the back of her neck, I’m leaning down to lick my way into her mouth before I can even take another breath.
Sweet peaches soak my lips.
