Dark Lies (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 3)

With his back to the bar, he bent his head and whispered almost imperceptibly in my ear. “I feel them. Four—not one. And as much I want to gut them all, we need to stand down and leave so we don’t make a scene.”

But that dark voice didn’t want me to wait. Those jerks had shot up my car and run me off the road, while their buddies had tased me and bound me and dragged me into a fucking van.

Looking at the sleazy bastards, I knew then and there that they wouldn’t have stopped at draining my blood.

I had to clench my heart to stop it from running out of my chest.

I need to calm down. Help me,I begged my wolf as images of ramming my claws into that bastard’s neck, over and over, flooded my mind. He’d be able to smell my hate across the room.

Close your eyes. Think of running. The beach.

Shaking, I shut my eyes, trying to recall how it felt to run as one with my wolf. Our paws pounding on the sand. The cool breeze and the stars reflecting on the water. The rhythm of our movement.

But still, all I could think of was my abductors shoving me down and binding my wrists.

The fury and rage built in my bones until they were vibrating. I tried to pull the cue from Jaxson’s hand, but he held me firm and let his presence flow into me. Finally, my taut muscles began to relax.

But before I could breathe and turn away, the lead biker swiveled around and looked me up and down. It was a ponderous, oily, lust-tainted gaze that crept over every inch of my body. Everywhere his eyes touched felt grimy and rank, and I felt like he was inspecting a piece of meat. I could practically taste his arrogance and contempt, and it tainted my mouth like bile.

At last, his glare met mine. “What the fuck are you staring at?”

His friends turned around as well, and suddenly, in the hair-trigger atmosphere of the bar, everyone was looking at me.

Well, shit.

With his back still turned, Jaxson shook his head, even though his own eyes were blazing with golden fire.

But I knew it was too late to salvage our plan.

I met their look with a defiant stare. Come get me now, assholes.

The biker stood. “Don’t you know to look down when a man talks to you? Or hasn’t your pimp taught you—”

His buddy grabbed his shoulder and stood as well. “Fuck, man, that’s the bitch. She changed her hair.”

The remaining Disciples rose as their leader grinned. “What a fucking juicy piece. I’m gonna—”

With that, the Dockside alpha snapped.