Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,152

she was back sitting next to me just as the waiter came by with another round of drinks we'd ordered ten minutes ago.

"Terribly sorry for the delay!" the server apologized over the music.

"No worries," Saint replied, knowing my ass was still recovering from that blowjob from fucking heaven. That was way better than my own hand trying to pump an orgasm out of me when I was too damn horny for my own good.

Willow reached for her drink, but I stopped her.

"You've had enough," I voiced. She looked my way, blinked a few times in a way that made her eyes look like pleading puppy dog eyes, and I fucking caved.

"Fine," I grunted,

She squealed and leaned over to whisper, "Thank you, Alpha."

Jesus fucking Christ.

Saint was grinning from ear to ear, and I wasn't sure if I said that out loud or through our wolf bond, but how the hell was I going to concentrate with Willow seducing me with just her presence?

She finished her margarita before I realized it, and I noticed her steal a bit of my frozen Bellini drink. I gave up trying to stop her, simply because I needed to regulate my damn breathing and thought process after that.

I noticed that her eyes suddenly twinkled as she paused in drinking half my drink to smile widely.

"Aurelia's here!"

That was unexpected, but one look to the right and there was the hybrid witch. She was in a long gown of black that glimmered under the flashing lights. She was still a bit far from us, but I was sure she was trying to pinpoint where we were - if she’s here for us, that is.

The aura around her was well secured, but I sensed a hint of worried vibe off of her. I'd questioned how things were going for her after she was promoted to her role in the Coven, but with the shit brewing behind the scenes, I wasn't sure where she stood in all of this.

The witches and wizards beneath the Coven lifted their hierarchy up like it was the Holy Grail to the Vatican. Those who were in or on the same level of power knew otherwise.

Knew they carried far deeper secrets, were slave drivers when it came to meeting their standards, and wouldn't mind playing dirty if it meant one of their own got a position they needed to secure.

"Aurelia!" Willow hummed. It wasn't loud enough to draw attention, but it had to be said in a way only Aurelia would pick up on because her eyes landed on our booth immediately. She walked over to us, and Willow ditched us to sloppily hug her best friend.

"BESTIE!" she cheered as she hugged her tightly. "Come drink with me!"

"I know from one look that you’ve already drunk far too much," she acknowledged but was smiling as she stroked Willow's head. "Having fun?"

"Much fun-fun," Willow sang happily. "I want to dance with you!'

Aurelia seemed hesitant about it but she looked over to me and I gave a slight nod. I was hoping my look would tell her we needed a moment to do some real business shit, and I guess it did because she responded with, "Looks like your Alpha is down with us partying a bit. Think you can last thirty minutes of dancing?"

"Make it forty," she hummed in delight for a brewing challenge.

"Deal," Aurelia laughed. I could see a big difference in her whole aura when Willow was around her. Even now, that sullen seriousness that seemed to darken her aura had faded entirely and there was that bright, joyous energy that wrapped around her almost protectively.

Willow was clearly far more important to Aurelia than she realized, but then again, maybe she did but decided it was safer to move on from their past relationship for the sake of protecting Willow.

Protect her from a system that uses and abuses their power to force her into submission.

"Let's go dance, Willow," she encouraged, hooking an arm around Willow's waist to ensure her bestie didn't go face-planting on the floor. "Forty minutes."

"You're my best friend!" Willow sang.

"When she's tired, bring her back to me," Saint encouraged. "I'll take her home."

"Weeee! Holy Dancer of Devilish Banter is going to take me home!"

Aurelia gave her best friend a look and rolled her eyes. "He's too evil for you."

"Nah, nah," Willow sang. "I love evil. Sexy evil. Onyx is sexy evil. He's good to me."

"That's because he loves you far too much for his own mental sanity."

"Stalker loves me. Bloody Prince