City Wolves: Paranormal Shapeshifter Werewolf Romance Bundle (Master of the City / Mistress of the City) by Mina Carter Page A
Authors: Mina Carter
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tumbling through the air. Jace and Reese stumbled back, both blocking before launching their own attacks.
His heart pounded, and energy sang through his veins, but a great sense of peace settled over him as they fought. It was just a sparring match, a friendly, but they were all fight professionals, and Weres to boot, the blows being exchanged would have felled lesser men. Yet, here, amongst the blood and the violence, he felt at home. Content. Free from all the bloody politics and mind games of his position as Master of the City.
Reese threw a punch, which Veyr blocked, but then hissed as lines of fire raked across his upper arm.
“Hey!” He backpedaled, putting some distance between himself and his opponents. “Put the damn claws away! Asshole cats.”
“Woof woof,” Reese threw back and rolled his shoulders. His eyes were bright with his cat, but the claws at the tips of his fingers receded. “Sorry man, they get away from me at times. Won’t happen again. Besides, you’ll easily heal a little boo-boo like that. You want me to get you a plaster? Or your woman to come kiss it better?” He shrugged. “I could kiss it better if you like…”
“Screw you, Reese.”
“Sorry, doll.” The cat blew kisses. “You’re not my type. Your girl though, what’s her name… Blue? She’s a real cutie. I’d love an armful of that.”
Veyr laughed and headed over to the bench. Grabbing a towel, he wiped the sweat off the back of his neck and shoulders. “Cyan… and she’d eat you for breakfast, believe me.”
Reese flopped down on the bench, his expression curious. “Really? The grapevine say’s she’s a non-shifter. One step up from human…”
Veyr chuckled, and even Jace cracked a smile. “Yeah, right. She’s a wolf through and through, even if she can’t shift. And she’s got balls of steel, seriously. I wouldn’t cross her.”
“Oooohhhh,” Reese caroled, unable to remain serious for a moment, then sang. “Veyr and Cyan, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G …”
Veyr threw his towel. It hit the cat in the face, but Reese just chuckled. “Sad… you’re both in love. Real pathetic.” He heaved himself off the bench. “Which means all the single ladies are fair game for the master pussy cat here. The Cat gets the cream! Again!”
“What he’s not telling us,” Veyr commented to Jace as he reached down to snag his water bottle from where it had rolled under the bench. “Is that he gets slapped more times than he gets laid.”
Tipping his head back Veyr slugged down the water as Reese coughed and spluttered, trying to come up with a response. It was no good. Veyr had outmatched him and they both knew it.
The bottle was empty too fast and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Sparring always made him thirsty, and ravenous. In more ways than one.
“Speaking of women, I believe I have a prior appointment,” he said with a wink and turned toward the door. “Later, ‘gators!”
His own towel hit him in the back of the head, accompanied by Reese’s mock-snarl. “I’m a cat , asshole. Get the species right!”
* * *
V eyr would be back soon .
Cyan lay back in the bathtub, big enough for a football team, and sighed. Contentment warred with anticipation. Veyr had risen early to go sparring with his friends, and while she’d stretched out in the luxurious bed and relished the space, it had meant that they’d missed their usual bout of…lovemaking this morning.
Her eyes snapped open to study the ceiling. Who was she trying to kid? They fucked, and she loved it. Had gotten used to it. Which meant that now she rode the keen edge of sexual frustration.
She arched her back and let the warm water lap around her. Even that whisper-soft touch was too much, stroking along her hypersensitive skin like a caress. A soft sound, like a stifled moan, left her lips. Her stiff nipples played peekaboo from under the water, and the bubbles clung to the full curve of her breasts. Tightness and
His heart pounded, and energy sang through his veins, but a great sense of peace settled over him as they fought. It was just a sparring match, a friendly, but they were all fight professionals, and Weres to boot, the blows being exchanged would have felled lesser men. Yet, here, amongst the blood and the violence, he felt at home. Content. Free from all the bloody politics and mind games of his position as Master of the City.
Reese threw a punch, which Veyr blocked, but then hissed as lines of fire raked across his upper arm.
“Hey!” He backpedaled, putting some distance between himself and his opponents. “Put the damn claws away! Asshole cats.”
“Woof woof,” Reese threw back and rolled his shoulders. His eyes were bright with his cat, but the claws at the tips of his fingers receded. “Sorry man, they get away from me at times. Won’t happen again. Besides, you’ll easily heal a little boo-boo like that. You want me to get you a plaster? Or your woman to come kiss it better?” He shrugged. “I could kiss it better if you like…”
“Screw you, Reese.”
“Sorry, doll.” The cat blew kisses. “You’re not my type. Your girl though, what’s her name… Blue? She’s a real cutie. I’d love an armful of that.”
Veyr laughed and headed over to the bench. Grabbing a towel, he wiped the sweat off the back of his neck and shoulders. “Cyan… and she’d eat you for breakfast, believe me.”
Reese flopped down on the bench, his expression curious. “Really? The grapevine say’s she’s a non-shifter. One step up from human…”
Veyr chuckled, and even Jace cracked a smile. “Yeah, right. She’s a wolf through and through, even if she can’t shift. And she’s got balls of steel, seriously. I wouldn’t cross her.”
“Oooohhhh,” Reese caroled, unable to remain serious for a moment, then sang. “Veyr and Cyan, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G …”
Veyr threw his towel. It hit the cat in the face, but Reese just chuckled. “Sad… you’re both in love. Real pathetic.” He heaved himself off the bench. “Which means all the single ladies are fair game for the master pussy cat here. The Cat gets the cream! Again!”
“What he’s not telling us,” Veyr commented to Jace as he reached down to snag his water bottle from where it had rolled under the bench. “Is that he gets slapped more times than he gets laid.”
Tipping his head back Veyr slugged down the water as Reese coughed and spluttered, trying to come up with a response. It was no good. Veyr had outmatched him and they both knew it.
The bottle was empty too fast and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Sparring always made him thirsty, and ravenous. In more ways than one.
“Speaking of women, I believe I have a prior appointment,” he said with a wink and turned toward the door. “Later, ‘gators!”
His own towel hit him in the back of the head, accompanied by Reese’s mock-snarl. “I’m a cat , asshole. Get the species right!”
* * *
V eyr would be back soon .
Cyan lay back in the bathtub, big enough for a football team, and sighed. Contentment warred with anticipation. Veyr had risen early to go sparring with his friends, and while she’d stretched out in the luxurious bed and relished the space, it had meant that they’d missed their usual bout of…lovemaking this morning.
Her eyes snapped open to study the ceiling. Who was she trying to kid? They fucked, and she loved it. Had gotten used to it. Which meant that now she rode the keen edge of sexual frustration.
She arched her back and let the warm water lap around her. Even that whisper-soft touch was too much, stroking along her hypersensitive skin like a caress. A soft sound, like a stifled moan, left her lips. Her stiff nipples played peekaboo from under the water, and the bubbles clung to the full curve of her breasts. Tightness and
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