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The Golden Anidae is only 9 days away so here’s a freebie! This little short takes place from Dean’s perspective over a scene in Midnight Ash. This consists of strong language and has not been professionally edited. Read at your own risk.
The Best Laid Plans
“There’ll have to be a change of plans,” Pat said as if his perfect little world wasn’t falling apart.
I understood the slight tick at the corner of Pat’s eye. It was almost imperceptible but I knew Pat, knew what to look for. Pat wanted to kill something, anything that moved to keep the Blushing Death safe.
“What plan?” the dangerous little mouse squeaked.
Danny glanced over at her with guilt written all over his face. Stupid pup. She could eat Danny alive. Her face flushed and the soft grey of her eyes swirled with anger, tugging at my insides. The room filled with her, the soft floral, feminine scent mixed with the rich spiciness of her anger. My cock hardened along my thigh as her scent permeated my brain, registering something deep in my synapses that I didn’t understand. My wolf wanted to leap out to meet her, to run with her. I fought to hold back my beast and keep control. I had reacted to her like this from the first and it took everything I had not to rub up against her and mark her as mine.
Dear God, what is she?
She glanced over at me, her grey eyes churning with a secret. With a wicked smile on her face, that glint in her eye was as if she’d imagined something horrible in her mind and got satisfaction from it. I liked that devious and predatory grin. My wolf knew it for what it was, dangerous, protective, and mine.
Pat reached out and touched her, sliding his cold, dead hand against her cheek. Something inside me wanted to rip that hand off. It didn’t make sense. Pat was my friend, had been for decades.
The Blushing Death jumped at his touch and my wolf was glad of it. Quicker than either I or Pat saw, she’d drew her knife. The Blushing Death would never be a victim. She’d kill everyone and everything before she let that happen and I was glad of it. Humans didn’t live long in our world but then again, she wasn’t merely human.
Pat reached out, slow and cautious, touching her again. She dropped the knife but I could see the reluctance in her gaze. I wished it was my hand on her cheek, wished I was comforting her.
Janey . . . I missed Janey. That was all. I was lonely, so lonely. Dahlia Sabin wasn’t mine. She was Pat’s. My wolf growled deep in my being, arguing with my brain. She may be Pat’s but she would never be Danny’s. That much, I knew for certain. No matter how much that boy wanted it to be true, she would never be Danny’s.
“There’s something else?” Pat asked her.
“Later,” she said, turning to face the rest of the room with her shoulders back and her chin high. That woman was every bit an Alpha and my cock throbbed at the thought of testing her.
“What’s the change in plan? What’s the plan period?” she snapped, sliding that long silver blade back into it sheath. I could read the tension in her body and something in me ached to ease it. She caressed the blade as she would a lover, taking comfort from the weapon and her own sense of determination. The Blushing Death was no shrinking violet and my cock twitched, imagining her fingers wrapped around my hard length, squeezing my shaft with the same tenderness. My beast paced back and forth inside me like the caged animal it was, growling through my mind. I was stronger than this. I was stronger than whatever was tugging at my chest and riling up my beast.
“Alex and I had intended to confront the board in the Lebensblut New York offices to come up with a compromise,” Pat said with more words than needed. Too many words could get a guy in trouble. “I’d hoped we could stop this before it started. Make amends somehow. Now, I’m afraid we’re too late. We’ll make an appeal but I’m afraid that Dahlia needs to be protected.”
She was stiff, her hands balled into fists at her sides as if she wanted to punch everyone in the room. I couldn’t blame her. Pat was heavy handed but he knew what he was doing. She took a deep breath and forced her shoulders to relax.
“Okay. I’ll need protection,” she agreed.
Before I could hold it in, I laughed. Out loud. The raucous sound was so foreign, I startled myself. Pat’s eyes were wider than dinner plates and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. She’d surprised everyone. Including me.
She and Pat both glared at me but I didn’t care. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed. It felt good. Better than I remembered. Who was this woman? My heart raced in my chest and what I could only describe as fear churned in my gut. She’d made me feel things in the last five minutes that I hadn’t felt . . . ever. Not even with Janey.
“Is something amusing, Dean?” Pat hissed. His jaw was tight and his tone clipped as he glared at me. I didn’t care. I enjoyed the light feeling in my chest and even the fear.
“You said she was unpredictable,” I answered through strangled laughter and sunk back into the couch, relaxing. I liked her more than I knew was good for me.
Hi kiddies! I know I’m a day late. Nothing exciting happened in the last week but we are having a yard sale on Saturday so there’s the potential for alot of humorous incidents. In the mean time, I’m posting a little snippet from Midnight Ash. Its told from Dean’s point of view. This has not been professionally edited or reviewed so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. If you want to read these little snippets earlier. Join my facebook group Damsel. Well, here goes.
I didn’t want her here. If Danny brought her into the Pack, Dahlia Sabin, the Blushing Death, would be a constant reminder of what I would never have. I sat on the bar, stiff, my body riddled with tension as I watched everything. Watched her.
Jackson and Kurt circled each other but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She stood just off to the side, rigid and at attention – a quiet intimidation in the background of a room full of dangerous beasts. Seeming like she was completely at ease, her hand rested on her cocked hip. I knew better. She had her hand ready for the draw. A knife was strapped at her back beneath the coat. I could smell the oil from the blade and had seen a glimpse of it in the darkened club. I could also smell her. The light floral scent of a shampoo or lotion mixed with her own natural scent was earthy and delicious. Grinding my teeth harder, I forced that smell from my nose.
She flung her golden blonde hair over her shoulder, out of her face and my cock jerked. What’s wrong with me? Danny’s my Beta, my friend, and a nice kid. More importantly, Dahlia Sabin was off limits. Pat didn’t share and neither did I.
Look at him! Coddling her. Trying to keep her out of harm’s way. Standing in front of her like she was weak.
The Blushing Death didn’t need coddled. She wasn’t weak or submissive. By the sidelong glances and irritated tension in her shoulders, I knew she’d had enough. She ground her teeth and the muscles in her neck tightened, strained. The angrier she got, the more her scent filled my nose. I wanted to make her angry and watch those grey eyes flash with emotion.
She turned on Danny, her fingers twitching as she fought not to draw that knife. Danny gazed down at her with a boyish, carefree smile I envied. It had been a long time since I’d been carefree. The Pack had needed me. Janey had needed me. When she’d been killed,I thought I’d lose his mind. But . . . the Pack had needed me.
I glanced away. Janey was gone. This woman could never, would never be mine. No matter how much I wanted her. Something deep inside me hummed with satisfaction every time she was near and that scared the shit out of me.
“Dahlia!” Danny bellowed and my ears perked up.
She sailed across the room as if she’d been shot from a cannon. My heart stopped as her limp body slammed into the floor. I fought not to jump from the bar and run to her. Gripping the edge of the bar, I squeezed until the wood cracked beneath my fingers. She wasn’t mine. She would never be mine. I had to remember that or everything I’d built would come tumbling down.