Avet, Danica - Ain't No Bull [The Veil 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Danica Avet

However, slowly, feeling crept back into her body and she was finally able to take a full breath. She felt amazing!
    Duffy, with a small quirk of his lips that could’ve passed for a smile, placed another drink in front of Izzy. This time she sipped at it, enjoying the blast of heat pinging through her body.
    “Nah, don’t press charges,” she told Ricky as someone else came up so close behind her, she could feel their body heat.
    “But she cheated,” the bear insisted, looking slightly ferocious.
    But instead of being afraid of him, Izzy patted his shoulder. This drink was the best! “Don’t worry, Smokey, she’ll get hers when my sisters take her in hand.”
    A blunt fingertip smoothed down the back of her injured arm, the sensation rocketing through her. Her nipples hardened immediately and warmth flooded her pussy. She knew without looking around that Grant had made his way to her side. She didn’t want to look at him because all she’d see was how he looked as he came.
    Ricky was talking to her, the other shifters were jesting back and forth, but Izzy’s entire focus was on the fingertip trailing up her shoulder and neck to swirl around her ear. The muscles in her stomach contracted with need and more wetness soaked her panties.
    “You smell delicious,” the damned bull murmured in her ear. His breath eased over the sensitive flesh making her entire body shudder visibly. His other hand came around to land on the bar on the side of her, effectively caging her on the stool. “That was some fight, Isola.”
    Why hadn’t she noticed before how erotic her name sounded on his lips? She closed her eyes and fought the urge to lean back against his chest. The alcohol was affecting her ability to reason. She really should stop, she thought even as she took another sip of the fiery mixture.
    “Shouldn’t have let her get that last punch in,” he continued, his finger coasting over her jaw.
    Since it was his fault she’d let her guard down, Izzy rammed her elbow into his diaphragm. His breath left him in a whoosh . She smiled slightly and sipped her drink.
    “Oy, Grant, let us meet the little lady properly,” a hearty voice called out.
    “Yeah, man. You’re not the only minotaur in the area,” another voice shouted, his voice a distinct whine.
    “Before you start thinking you have a fan club, you should realize we can all smell your arousal,” Grant whispered in her ear over the shouts of others.
    Izzy froze her drink halfway to her mouth. Her gaze lifted from the bar to the bear standing on the other side of Grant’s arm barrier. She knew there was no real attraction between her and Ricky, but his face was flushed with color and his brown eyes dilated. Oh, fuck.

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    Grant leaned in, breathing deeply of rose and feminine musk. His cock throbbed with want. He knew the other male shifters in the bar smelled the same thing he did and it made him want to roar. As though her scent wasn’t enough to drive them wild, watching two females battle it out was guaranteed to pump up the lust of the shifters. There was just something about hearing those feminine grunts and groans as they fought, the scent of their sweat, and the flex of lean muscles that made a man’s cock harden into steel.
    He’d loved watching Isola, but hadn’t liked seeing the lust on the other males’ faces. Even now that the fight was over and she’d established dominance, Isola was far too tempting to Grant and the males he once considered friends. He wanted to throw her over his shoulder, muscle her into the bathroom, and fuck her against one of the sinks. Hell, if they were alone, she’d be bent over the bar with her leather pants around her knees.
    Closing his eyes to keep from doing just that, he concentrated on the words bouncing over his head as more and more shifters demanded a chance to talk to her. It wouldn’t kill him to let them meet her. He did want Isola to be comfortable here. She’d already earned their respect