“I don’t give a shit what he wants, JP.Iwant to cave his fucking fangs in.”
Manders grabbed his crotch, but carried on backing away. “Better listen to your boyfriend, nonce boy. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that shitty little dump.” He inclined his head towards La Fourchette and grinned. “Heard the repairs were quite expensive.” He burped again, almost tripping over his own feet.
“Fuck you, Manders!” Taylor spat. “How are you gonna look after William in that state? What the fuck was he doing up in Dingly Heath anyway?”
Johnny gave Taylor a confused look. “When did you?—”
Manders dropped his chin and glared at Taylor. “None of your fucking business, pig. Do you think I give a shit that you’re cops?”
“You should,” Johnny said, stepping in front of Taylor. “You really fucking should.”
Manders let out a bark of laughter. “Come on then, dipshit. If you think you’re a hard man. Let’s go a round and see who should be running the place.” He pointed towards the restaurant again with a disdainful scowl.
Johnny threw up his hands. “Christ alive, Adey. Let it go. Your old man died seven years ago. Not our fault you pissed away your inheritance.”
“Fuck you. That place is mine by rights.”
“The deeds say otherwise.”
A few nosy bastards were beginning to filter onto the street, gasping as Manders took another long swig of vodka and threw the bottle towards them. It smashed at their feet, sending shards of glass bouncing down the street. “I don’t give a shit what the deeds say, your fucking family is not welcome here. Fucking foreigners.”
“That’s it,” Taylor said, puffing out his chest. “Time to go, pal.”
He wrenched free of Johnny’s grip, hands coming up into fists in front of him. Taylor closed the distance between him and Manders so fast it made all that bravado drop from the other alpha’s face in an instant.
Johnny’s wolf flared, and he bared his fangs as Taylor threw back a fist. He managed to catch it before it pistoned forward, and he dragged Taylor around by his forearm. It was enough time for Manders to stumble back, his eyes wide as though surprised that Taylor had actually gone for him.
“Y-you, fucking—” Manders jeered, but Taylor cut him off by throwing his head forward and almost landing the most spectacular headbutt were it not for Johnny grabbing his hair so hard he almost ripped it out.
Johnny snarled, dragging Taylor into a narrow alley at the side of the restaurant, both of them nearly going arse over tit as they tripped through the rubbish bins.
It didn’t cool any of the rage in Taylor, and Johnny had to dig his nails into the back of his neck just to gain back some level of control.
“Let me go,” Taylor growled, eyes the bright amber of his wolf. He fought against Johnny’s grip, twisting and pushing him away.
“Not a chance,” Johnny said, shoving him against the wall. “Not a fucking chance.”
Taylor grunted, his fangs popping out all the way as his claws started to push up from his nail beds.
“I will not… let him… fucking talk to you… like that, JP.” Taylor’s words came out slurred as his fangs crowded his mouth. He started forwards again, this time his chest slamming Johnny back against one of the industrial sized recycling bins. It rattled away, sending both of them off balance again.
“He’s a piece of shit on our shoes and nothing more,” Johnny spat. “You think he’s worth the job? What happened to ‘violence should be met with kindness,’ huh?”
“Maybe violence is theonlything he understands,” Taylor said as the brown-red fur of his wolf started to pepper his skin.
“Fucking hell,” Johnny said, gritting his teeth as he shoved Taylor against the wall with all the strength he possessed.
Taylor kicked and flailed, grabbing at the air behind Johnny’s back. Johnny’s wolf was coming forward too, and he could feel his own claws snagging in Taylor’s T-shirt.
They were breathing hard, the sound almost lewd as it bounced around the dark, narrow alleyway. They tussled and nipped and pinched and poked one another, Taylor pulling Johnny’s hair and Johnny pulling back. Johnny ripped at the neckline of Taylor’s T-shirt, so Taylor did the same to him. It might have been funny when they were pups, but now they were two fully grown alphas and the nips were no longer nips, but full-on bites that broke skin.
Taylor’s fingers caught in the bracelets on Johnny’s wrist, snapping them and sending the beads bouncing down the alley. Johnny growled, biting Taylor’s shoulder, so Taylor twisted forward and bit his bicep in return.
There was blood in the air, fire in their veins, and before Johnny knew what was happening Taylor ripped his mouth free from his arm and gnashed at the scent gland just beneath his ear.
Johnny cried out, legs buckling with the white-hot agony as Taylor’s claws drove deep into his arms. But, still, Johnny didn’t pull back. Instead, he bit his own tongue, the inside of his cheeks,fuck, he’d have chewed his own gums up just to stop himself from biting Taylor back.
If it was only Taylor biting him, the mating bond wouldn’t take because both alphas had to bite at the same time in order for it to stick.
