Page 70 of Bad Moon Rising (Dark-Hunter 17)
"You better watch your front. I want to see your face when I take you down."
Varyk flipped him off on his way out the door.
Fang shook his head.
Dev pressed his earpiece in deeper. "What did he want with you, Fang?"
"Nothing. Just wolf business."
Even at this distance, he could see Dev's glare. Ignoring it, Fang went back to the bar where Aimee had returned. Now dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, she still made him hard.
But at least he couldn't complain about this outfit. "Much better."
Snatching her tray up from the counter, she snarled at him, "Shut up, wolf."
"Ouch," Cherif said as she stalked off.
Fang would have gone after her, but he couldn't with half her family watching them. Instead, he projected his thoughts to Aimee. "Tell you what? I'm going to head over to that table of college girls who've been eyeing me all night like I'm the last piece of steak in New Orleans, and talk to that little redhead. What do you think?"
Aimee looked at the table and stiffened. "I'll gouge out your eyes."
"Then why are you mad at me about you?"
She had the decency to look a bit sheepish as she wiped down a table. "Because it's different."
"I don't think so."
She stuck her tongue out at him before she went to take an order.
Fang laughed.
Aimee tried to ignore Fang as she went about her job. They were a little shorthanded tonight, which was why she was down here instead of upstairs reading. Matt had called in sick and Tara was acting strange. Aimee watched her even now as she mixed up orders, which was completely out of character for her.
Aimee went over to her as she headed back to the kitchen with a plate of fried chicken. "Is something wrong, girl?"
Tara shook her head. "I'm just tired and these people are being jerks. Have I ever said how much I hate the living?"
Aimee snorted. "About as much as I do most days."
"I know. It's just . . ." She paused to look at the bar where the men were gathered. "Fang is creeping me out."
Aimee couldn't have been more stunned at that had she thrown the plate of chicken at her. "Fang?"
Tara nodded. "I don't like the way he watches me."
"Fang?" Aimee repeated, unable to believe this discussion. Was the girl out of her mind?
Drugs . . . definitely drugs.
"Yes, Fang." Tara shivered. "His eyes are always on me. Like he's going to attack or something."
Aimee scowled as she looked back at Fang, who had his back to them while he talked to Colt. He didn't seem to have any care or interest in them at all. "I'm sure he doesn't mean anything by it."
"Yeah, right. You know he had a girl upstairs last night."
Aimee's stomach hit the ground at what Tara was implying. Her brothers had built a soundproof room that in theory was a place to put someone who was having trouble with their powers while out here in public view. In reality, it'd turned into a place where any of her skanky unmated brothers could make time with whatever woman caught his eye. "In the closet?"
"Yeah. I heard them."
For a moment, Aimee hesitated. Then she refused to believe it. Fang wasn't some man-whore like Dev. Besides, he'd been with her after everyone had gone to bed last night and she could attest to the fact that he was wound up tight and in need of a "hand" from her.
Stepping away from Tara, she used her powers to contact him. "Hey, sexy? You been bugging Tara?"
"Who's Tara?"
"The waitress behind me."
Fang turned around to look. He appeared as perplexed as she felt. "Bugging her for what?"
That's exactly what she thought. "Never mind, sweetie. It was stupid."
She'd never known Fang to look at another woman. He only had eyes for her and unlike Dev, Etienne, and Serre, he wasn't a player. She knew that.
So then what game was Tara playing? Maybe she's imagining it. . . .
That was the most likely scenario.
Putting it out of her mind, Aimee went back to work.
Fang got off work first and headed to his room. He was stiff and sore from all the hours he'd been in human form and needed desperately to be a wolf for a while. He lay on his bed in his true form and sighed.
But even so, he missed Aimee. He could hear her downstairs in the bar and feel her with his soul.
Closing his eyes, he waited for her to join him.
It was just after two when she appeared in his bed. The two of them had been sharing a bed for the last few weeks. She slept as a human while he kept his wolf form. They would "play" in his room since it was far enough away to keep any of her family from overhearing them. But they slept in her room just in case her family knocked on the door.
When they did, Fang would flash out before they entered. It was a dangerous game they played.
One that would mean his life if they were caught, but in his mind, it was more than worth it.
He sighed as she stroked the fur at his neck. Nothing in the world felt better than the way she touched him. Her fingers worked magic on his skin and fur.
Leaning down, she rubbed her face in his pelt and gave a tight squeeze. "I missed you."
Fang turned human and rolled over. Completely naked, he pulled her into his arms to hold her close. "I missed you too."
Aimee sighed in bliss as his lips touched hers. That tight, ripped body was all she needed in her life. And never was the urge to run away with him stronger than it was tonight.
She only wanted to be with him. Reaching down, she cupped him in her hand and smiled at the way he jerked and sighed.
Fang wanted to stay here like this forever as she trailed her hand down the length of his cock. Though they'd done nothing more than pet, he was fast losing patience with it.
He wanted so much more, but he wasn't willing to push her into anything, especially given the hatred his parents had borne each other. If they really were mates, then he wanted her to completely accept him without reservation or doubt.
Relaxing on the bed, his demon sense kicked in. There was a slight rustle out in the hallway.
Worried it was one of her brothers, he tilted his head, then cursed.
It was Wren.
And he was here to kill Nicolette.
