Page 24 of Wicked Savage Wolves
Jordy grabs the cup. Downs it in one swallow and then takes aim.
The fucker misses and I bite back a snarl. How the hell did he miss that? Shifters have great hand-eye coordination. I swear he’s doing it on purpose.
“I’m going to kill you,” I tell him, low enough that only he should hear but I don’t miss Desmond’s dark chuckles behind us. He’s enjoying this shit. He’s probably hoping we lose, too.
“Nah, man. You won’t,” Jordy tells me. “Because I’m helping a brother out by putting you front and center for her. You might hate losing but you want that she-wolf’s attention.”
“No. I don’t,” I mutter. “She’s no one to me. A lone fucking wolf.”
Jordy ignores my comment and now it’s Liu’s shot. He takes aim for the last cup on our side and at the last second, his eyes flick up to mine and I stare him down turning on the headlights for added effect. He falters under the weight of my stare and I let a wolfish grin curl my lips, exposing a flash of teeth. My vision tunnels and all I see is him. His nearly black eyes darken, pupils dilating and I know his surroundings are fading away from him. The crowd around us cheers him on.
“Shoot.”
“Shoot.”
“Shoot.”
I narrow my eyes further. His jaw tightens, sweat glistening on his brow. He shoots but the fucker isn’t looking at the cups. He’s still looking at me like he’s two seconds away from pissing himself.
He misses. His throat swallows hard and his heartbeat pounds a thunderous beat in the chest. I can hear it racing despite the crowd and spot the bead of sweat on his upper lip.
It’s always nice to remind people that I’m someone you do not want to mess with.
I grin and blink, breaking off the challenge between us and he curses.
That’s right. You fucked up.
It’s my turn so I grab the ball and without any fanfare, I shoot it into one of their three remaining cups. Liu swears again, downs the cup, and hands the ball to Isa.
She smirks at me, completely in her element, and lands the ball in our final cup. Jordy moans beside me but I know it’s all for show. He couldn’t care less whether we win or lose. It’s all a game for him. He lives for this kind of shit even if he tries to claim otherwise.
Slowly, making sure to keep my eyes locked on hers, I lift the cup and down the remaining liquor.
“You lose,” she says, her satisfaction clear.
“I did. Guess you better go grab me that bikini of yours,” I tell her.
“Mine?”
I nod and suck in my bottom lip with a nod. “Yeah, vanilla. I want yours.”
“You can have mine,” one of the chicks beside me says.
I lift a brow. “And you are?”
She looks surprised I don’t know who she is, but why would I?
“Sabrina. Sabrina Hampton. I have second period with her,” she reminds me, angling her head toward Isa. Recognition clicks back to when I told her to watch out formy girl.Guess I do know her name after all.
I shrug. “Well, Sabrina Hampton,” I say, “Thanks. But no thanks. I want Isa’s. Only hers will do.”
Sabrina pouts and Isa rolls her eyes. Her annoyance is sexy as hell. “Whatever.Andale pues.”
I don’t think she realizes she told me to hurry up in Spanish, but I like it. I like that it rolls off her tongue like it’s natural. It probably is. And I really fucking like that Liu has no idea what the fuck she just said. It wasn’t anything sexy. There was no hidden meaning there. But he doesn’t know that.
I make sure to shoulder check him as I shove past to follow Isa. “Watch it, Liu,” I say so low only he can hear. “I wouldn’t get in my way.”
His jaw locks and I wait, making sure he gets my meaning.
