Humiliated, the mutt scrambled to his feet and pinned Kierston with a death stare. “This ain’t over, bitch!”
I shot the rest of my beer and stood up then. Nobody threatened a woman in front of me. Having been restless since I’d awoken this morning, I decided it was time to check something off my list. Get into a fight. Or, at the very least, beat the shit out of some inferior mutt who thought it was okay to disrespectwomen. As far as I was concerned, either scratched the itch just fine by me.
“You in the mood for a little fun?” I posed to my Club Enforcer.
Domino grinned and cracked all his thick knuckles in one go. “Absolutely.”
Striding over to the bar, I chucked my chin in the direction of the mutt as soon as Kierston caught my gaze. “Want me to finish the job?”
The diminutive woman placed her hands on the bar top. Even from this distance, I could see they were shaking. Spell casting took it out of a witch, and tossing a full-grown ware into the air was no exception. “If you don’t mind, Ace, that would be great.”
The mutt’s head whipped around in my direction. His fear, thick and stinking, curled into my nostrils. He knew who I was, and that he’d truly fucked up by gaining my attention, tonight of all nights.
“I don’t need anyone to show me the door,” he grumbled, straightening his stained t-shirt. “I’m leaving. This fucking bar is the last place I want to be so close to the Blood Moon!”
Grabbing the man by the scruff, I hauled him backward when he tried to scurry away. “Apologize to the lady,” I demanded, my voice as low and serious as any growl could be.
My eyes swept the bar then, taking the full measure of the room. That’s when I saw her. Five foot two. Long blond hair. Big tits, and the kind of ass a man could spend a month in bed exploring. But it was her eyes that really got to me. They were so big and golden-brown I could see myself drowning in their round, amber depths, if I wasn’t careful.
Even more noteworthy? Those eyes were human. And she’d just seen everything that had happened between Kiersten and the mutt.
What the fuck! When did a human come into Chubs? I should have smelled her earlier when Kierston had performed her little magic trick. There was no way I’d mistaken the scent of a sup with that of a human woman. Maybe she’d been in the bathroom? Or come in through a back entrance after everything had gone down?
And yet… the more I zoned in on her, the more confused I became. There was something about her scent that I just couldn’t place. Sniffing the air, I tried to discern what it was.
The man in my grasp began to struggle like a wounded worm on a hook, and I had to shift my attention back to what I was doing before he escaped. Right now, I had to teach this fucker a lesson he’d never forget. I’d get back to the girl with the alluring scent later, as frustrating as that was for my over-eager dick to accept.
“Did you just raise your voice at my friend Kierston?” I loudly demanded. His thrashing wouldn’t just serve as his personal punishment. I needed to put on a show for all those who would defy the Night Stalkers.
When my quarry didn’t immediately respond, I shook him hard enough for loose change to fall out of his left pocket.
“Answer me!” I barked even louder.
Submissively rounding his shoulders, the mutt began to helplessly flex his fingers, hating my use of dominance on him. However, like it or not, he’d submit. His defeated posture and lowered chin told me as much. He might not be pack, but like allwares, the man recognized power and authority when he felt it wrapped around his throat like a fist.
There was a pause and a grimace before the mutt produced the desired response. “I’m sorry, lady. I didn’t mean any offense.”
Kierston didn’t say anything. But when she holstered her spray gun, I knew she’d heard what she needed to move on with her night.
“That’ll do, asshole,” I said cheerfully, searching the room for the human once more.
When I saw her big, brown eyes blinking back at me with surprise, my dick gave another enthusiastic jump. Well, if I had a choice between fighting and fucking tonight, I’d definitely go with the latter.
Unfortunately for me, the mutt at my side muttered, “Stuck up cunt,” under his breath just before I released him.
Hauling him toward the door, I realized that the cocksucker hadn’t learned his lesson at all, and it was time for a hands-on demonstration. My favorite kind.
Dom followed me outside where we dragged the mutt into a back alley and gave him the tune-up he so sorely needed. By the time we were done with him, he was spitting up blood and lying in a puddle of his own piss.
Giving him one final kick in the ass, Dom shouted, “Now get the fuck out of Mercy and don’t come back. We don’t need trash like you littering our streets.”
Like a broken marionette, the ware crawled to his feet and limped out of sight. If he knew what was good for him, hewouldn’t stop at the parking lot of Chubs or even the city limits. He’d get the fuck out of Arizona altogether.
Not wanting to appear desperate for the little blond who’d revved my engine harder with a single look than most girls did with full-on action, I glanced back at the bar. “Ready for another round?”
“Yeah. He might have been only a small welp, but beating the shit out of him sure worked up my thirst.”
I cracked a grin. “Same.”
