The Legend of the Werestag by Tessa Dare Page A

fists at the ready, until McGee started dragging his companion out of the saloon.
    “I’ll be back, Adelaide. Don’t you be worrying about that.” McGee snarled as the door closed behind him.
    Trevor’s blood rushed through him like a lit fire as he looked for more sons of bitches to pummel. He was frustrated that he’d only gotten a few good punches in. Wasn’t much of a fight. Hell, he got more out of one of his brothers when they were drunk. That ass McGee definitely had trouble written across his face.
    “What did he want?” Trevor felt his jaw where the idiot had hit him. Slightly swollen, no teeth loosened though. He looked at Adelaide. She stood with her fists clenched, hair dirty, and a mixture of anger, fear and frustration on her face.
    “Red?” He stepped toward her, but she didn’t answer him. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Trevor reached her side and cupped her cheek until she turned her gaze to his. “Honey, can you hear me?”
    “I’m not deaf, Malloy. I’m just angry as hell. How dare he?” She huffed out a breath. “Did you see what that bastard did?”
    Trevor noticed a red handprint on her cheek and realized the sound he’d heard was a slap. McGee dared lay his hands on her. A fresh wave of anger whooshed through him and he couldn’t stop himself from following that dirty cur. As he headed to the door, Adelaide grabbed his arm.
    “Where are you going?”
    “I’m gonna pound that son of a bitch into next week.”

    “No you won’t. This is my fight.” She yanked on both his arms. “You leave him to me.” Trevor almost laughed at the absurdity of it. She wanted him to back away from a fight so she could handle it. He touched the mark on her cheek, then leaned forward and kissed it. She sucked in a breath that he felt all the way to his toes.
    His mouth followed that breath and his lips landed on hers. The heat of anger gave way to the heat of passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her.
    Perfect .
    She fit to him like a glove. Her lips danced and sang with his as she rubbed her breasts against his chest.
    No longer half-erect, his dick lengthened and hardened against her softness. In another minute, he’d have her back in bed, deliciously naked in his arms.
    He licked her lips from one end to the other until she opened her mouth with a sigh and her tongue rasped against his. Oh, yes , so hot and wet. Trevor needed to be with her, alone. Adelaide’s hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. He reached around to cup her breast and found the nipple hard already.
    Rolling the turgid peak between his thumb and finger, Trevor sucked her lip into his mouth.
    “God, heaven…you taste like heaven,” he whispered against her mouth.
    “You two are like a couple of goddamn rabbits.” Dustin’s annoyed voice shattered the fog of arousal surrounding them. He set a handful of bottles on the bar with a tinkling thump of glass.
    Trevor broke the kiss and stared into Adelaide’s befuddled eyes. “Damn, woman, I can’t seem to keep my hands off you. What’s that all about?”
    She pushed away from him. “I expect that’s a common occurrence when you’re around any woman, Malloy.”
    Dustin’s normally hard expression turned to granite when he caught sight of Adelaide. He grabbed Trevor by the shirt front and pulled him up to his furious face. “What did you do to her?” Adelaide slapped at his hands. “He didn’t do anything, Dustin. It was McGee. Now let him down.” With one last narrow-eyed glare, Dustin let him back to earth. Trevor realized he’d gotten off lucky last night—the big man could have snapped him in half. It was like being held by a three-hundred-pound dragon with rock-hard fists.
    “Why was McGee even in here?” Dustin growled.
    Adelaide gestured widely with her arms. “The door was open and you weren’t here. How do you think he got in? Magic carpet?”
    “No need to be so harsh, Adelaide. You look like someone