Page 211 of Wicked Savage Wolves
He smirks and tilts his head to the side, thinking. “The literal translation?”
I nod.
“Motherfucker, I hope you get fucked by a fish.”
I choke on a laugh. “What? Why a fish?”
He shrugs as Jordy—worked up and chest heaving like he just ran drills—joins us.
“It’s harsher in Spanish,” Rafael adds.
Jordy glares at us both, anger clouding his eyes. “You better start explaining what you meant about him leaving marks on Baby Liu.”
Rafael’s eyes narrow, a vicious glint in his eyes as he takes a step toward Deacon, who is still prone on the ground. I grab his jersey and shake my head. “Not now,” I grunt, knowing exactly what he’s thinking and agreeing. One hit isn’t enough to satisfy any of our need for retribution, which is why he never should have gotten in my way.
His mouth tightens, but he concedes. Then, loud enough for a few of our teammates to hear he says. “Deacon Hunt hurt one of our females and is going to learn real fucking fast we won’t tolerate abusive assholes on this team.”
A few of the guys nod their heads, gazes sharpening with that information. Lines are being drawn in the sand as we speak, and I for one can’t wait for Deacon to get his next dose of fuck-you medicine.
90
Meiying
Iignore the sounds of partying going on in other parts of the house and focus on my textbook. I’ve done a pretty good job of hiding from my housemates. I probably shouldn’t. My mom keeps sending me messages and leaving voicemails asking if I’ve made any new friends yet. Kind of hard to do when you’re actively avoiding everyone. It’s just not the same as living in the Compound. There are no other tigers here, let alone shifters. Most of my housemates are witches, fae, or human. And despite knowing that, there’s this strange irrational part of me that thinks if any of them see me, they’ll know.
They’ll know that three days ago Desmond Pierce dry humped me against a wall before baring my ass in an empty classroom and spanking me. And worse, they’ll know I liked it.
I groan miserably into my hands. There has to be something wrong with me when that thought alone has me clenching my thighs and aching for something else to be between them. I guess at this moment it’s a good thing I’m not living in the Compound, or everyone within twenty feet of me would be asking why the scent of lust clings to my skin.
My bedroom door swings open. “Meiying!” A female voice singsongs, startling me. “Why are you studying right now when you should be hanging out with me!”
Quinn skips into my room wearing a bright orange bikini top and a pair of cut-off denim shorts. She plops down on my bed beside me, an exaggerated pout on her face.
“You’re drunk,” I tell her. Lucky duck. Alcohol doesn’t have the same effect on me given my shifter metabolism.
She rolls her eyes and lets out a huff. “Obviously. And you should be, too.” Then with a whine she adds, “I’m sorry.”
I frown at her over the edge of my book. “What is there to be sorry for?”
“I’m your big sister. I’m supposed to make your Kappa Eagle experience epic, and instead of having fun with us you’re holed up in your room doing homework.” She throws herself back on my bed dramatically. “I’ve failed you.”
I roll my eyes. Drunk Quinn is an interesting sight to behold. “You have not failed me,” I tell her. “You’re a great big sister.”
She perks up. “I am?”
I shrug. Why not? It’s not like I have anything to compare her to, and I didn’t really come here with any expectations. She’s answered any questions I’ve had and she hasn’t been a jerk like some of the other girls in the house, so I’d say we were off to a good start. Besides, I’m a cat and I like my solitude. For the most part I’ve been left alone. A fact I very much appreciate.
“Yep. The best.” I turn back to my book, hoping that’ll be that and she’ll see herself to the door.
“Great. Then as your amazing big sister, I demand you party!” She cheers as she jumps from the bed with a fresh wave of energy. “We need drinks!”
“I’m supposed to study,” I tell her, resisting her efforts to drag me from my bed. “And alcohol doesn’t really affect me.”
“You can study later. You need to have fun! We have special brews that will help you get a buzz. Come on. It’ll be fun!”
“I should study. I need to pass my classes,” I remind her, but she doesn’t seem worried.
“You will. You’re smart. So come on. There’s no time like the present.”
