and disappeared.
Conall closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at Sara or Miki. His family never failed to embarrass the living hell out of him.
He felt Sara’s cool hand on his cheek. “Hey, stretch. It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry, Sara.”
“I’m the one person you never have to apologize about family to. Remember that.”
He smiled at Sara. How could Zach
not
have fallen in love with her? And, apparently, Zach felt that way too. He slid his arms around his mate’s waist and nuzzled her neck. Then he grabbed her left thigh and just like that Sara freaked.
First she squealed. A real girly squeal. Then she backed away from him. “Don’t you dare, Zacharias Sheridan!”
“Come here, baby.”
She burst out laughing and ran back to the club, Zach following slowly behind her. He didn’t have to run. He knew he’d catch her and then he’d drag her back to their office. Probably so he could fuck her brains out.
The Pack looked at each other, then headed back to the club. They’d never understand their Alphas. But really, they didn’t have to.
Miki looked up at him. “What the hell was that?”
“Do you really want to know?”
Miki was quiet for a second. “Probably not.”
“Look, Mik . I’m sorry about my cousins. And thanks for threatening his balls for me.”
Miki shrugged as if she hadn’t just challenged a man who could have ripped her apart. “No problem.”
“You know you were protecting me.”
“See. There’s that Viking grin. And that really unnerves me.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes you do. And what I did in the club doesn’t mean anything.” He moved toward her and she backed away. He was really starting to enjoy this little dance of theirs.
“It means everything to me.”
She took another step back, tripped over her own two feet and fell back. Conall caught her before she hit the ground. Both arms around her, holding her. And that’s when he smelled it.
He leaned in and sniffed her again. “Where the hell have you been?”
“No where.” She tried to pull away, but he gripped her tighter. “I smell something… and blood. Are you bleeding?”
“It’s that time of the month, is all.”
He stared down at her. “Miki. We know the difference between open wounds and menstrual blood. Don’t bullshit me.”
“Mind your own business, Viking. Now let me go.”
She pulled out of his arms and turned to walk away. With a growl, he grabbed her jacket and snatched it off her back. When she spun around to yell at him, he saw the bleeding wounds on her forearm. Something had pawed her. Whatever owned that scent had touched her. Hurt her.
He grabbed Miki around the waist, ignoring her “You asshole! Get your hands off me!” and carried her back into the club.
Chapter Four
Conall held her close to his side. He could smell her blood. He could smell
them
. They’d touched her. They’d touched what he considered his.
He took her back to the Pack part of the club. As soon as they walked in, all the wolves stopped and looked at him and Miki. He didn’t stop though. Instead, he continued to carry her back through the club to Sara and Zach’s office. He banged on the door.
“What?” That from Zach. At the moment, he probably had his dick so far inside Sara that she could taste him in the back of her throat. But Conall didn’t care. “It’s Conall .”
“Hold on.” Normally he’d never interrupt the two of them, pretty much because he liked not having his throat torn out. But this was different. After three minutes, the door opened. A sweaty Zach glaring at them.
He could smell Sara all over the man. But Zach took one look at Conall’s face and Miki’s arm and stepped back, letting them in. Sara was just zipping her jeans up when she saw Miki. “What’s going on, Mik ?”
“This asshole won’t get his hands off me!” He released her, letting her drop to the floor. She had to grab his arm to stop herself from falling on her ass.
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