SevenMarkPackAttackMobi by Carys Weldon Page B

this...personal business...when we had a major crisis unfolding in Missouri. I questioned it myself. I was antsy to get the hell out of there.
     
     
    But Hood’s the original mad scientist, I think. He likes having the rats under the microscope.
     
     
    You’d think he would have gotten up, too, but he didn’t. And he doesn’t hold to any human laws of morality, either. Ignoring Giselle’s question--or so it appeared--he reached up inside Amber’s legs and copped a feel. Right there in front of us.
     
     
    In fact, he readjusted to get a better angle. I don’t know why we watched. Thrill of the voyeur? Nature of the dog?
     
     
    I was unable to move. Stunned. Numb. I had never felt, in the least, jealous of any man. I screwed women and moved on. Who cared about the man stepping up after me? I never looked back.
     
     
    But this was different. I watched her lean her head back, close her eyes, and moan. Giselle’s fingers got a death grip, but she didn’t move us away from there. I know she held her breath the whole time, until Hood pulled his hand out.
     
     
    And sniffed his fingers.
     
     
    His gaze went, unerringly, to mine.
     
     
    You can say I’m a fool. Sometimes I know I am. But right then, towering over him? I had his woman on my arm, and I’d fucked the one beside him on the couch. The dog in me...smiled.
     
     
    Giselle helped the image by reaching up on tiptoe and whispering in my ear, “I’m gonna fuck you, too. I promise.”
     
     
    Wolf ears--all of them--heard her words, despite the fact that she said them quietly.
     
     
    Hood said, “Giselle.” It came out curt and clipped, like he was calling his dog.
     
     
    She didn’t snap, though. She let her lips rub the tip of my ear lobe, as she said, “Promise.” Yeah, she totally nuzzled me with no regard to my life or hers before she turned her head, smiling, toward Hood. “Hm?”
     
     
    “Why don’t you go, too.”
     
     
    One big power game.
     
     
    She showed her teeth. Giselle has a gorgeous smile. “That’s a great idea.” To me, she said, “I’m anxious to see how much you and Bark have in common.”
     
     
    Again, the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
     
     
    That did it for Hood, I guess. He came off of that couch in one smooth move. A nano-second later, he had pried her free of my arm and dragged her down the hall, saying, “Amber take care of our guests while Giselle and I talk.”
     
     
    They disappeared behind a door. It slammed with a kick, I think.
     
     
    Frank asked, “He won’t hurt her, will he?”
     
     
    Amber let out a little laugh. “Not unless she asks for it.”
     
     
    He turned to stare at the door.
     
     
    I, on the other hand, asked, “Are you completely pleased with yourself... bitch? ”
     
     
    “Actually,” she got up. “Yes. I think that went rather well.”
     
     
    I propped my hands on my hips. “How in hell do you get that?”
     
     
    “You still have your balls, Frank’s eyes haven’t popped out of his head yet, and I think Giselle might just be getting Hood’s full attention for once.”
     
     
    I waved toward the door. “What was that all about?”
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Frank asked again, “You sure he won’t hurt her? He seemed pretty--”
     
     
    “That’s what she was hoping for. Trust me.” Amber got up. “I’m already packed, and so is she. I’m guessing our things are on the chopper, if I know Giselle.”
     
     
    “You planned all this?”
     
     
    “Well, as much as anything can be planned. You played admirably, if that’s--”
     
     
    I grabbed Amber’s upper arm and dragged her close. “I’m not playing any fucking game!”
     
     
    She yanked free. “Wrong. It’s all a game. The sooner you figure that out, the quicker you’ll--”
     
     
    “Get lost, Frank.”
     
     
    “What?”
     
     
    I repeated, “Get lost. Amber and I are gonna talk, too.”
     
     
    “Take