Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,35

pain was obvious in my expression, and though I tried to carry a “don't mess with me” look when I wasn't at work or trying to please the press, I looked a bit too dangerous for the outside world.

I noticed I was a bit taller, which was surprising because I'd done nothing to my magic levels to change my male appearance. My physique hadn't changed much, my muscles and abs were all intact, but the slight height difference would make me a tad taller than Onyx and Dimitris, but the same height as Saint and Neo. Jayce was still the tallest of us all.

Shaking my head and regretting it because of the immediate banging, I turned the faucet on and splashed my face with cold water. I did it a few times, needing to get out of this state and get on with whatever bullshit we had to deal with.

I guess if I took into consideration the fact that I’d confronted Dubai’s mob of fuckers like a boss, killed Garfield’s brother and set the safe house on fire, been killed myself, visited Mother Moon and was brought back thanks to Onyx and Neo, was brought to the Alpha Forest by my younger sister, confronted Garfield and almost died, awakened my first shift, confronted Neo’s…whatever, and managed to be fucked senseless by Onyx not once but twice, not to mention the fact that Jayce almost died yesterday, I could humbly conclude the world was lucky they were going to see my face today, because I was spent.

I felt Neo behind me, so when I noticed the face towel was gone from the golden ring it had been on mere seconds ago, I knew he was the ultimate culprit of such trickery.

Turning around, I leaned against the sink counter to support myself, while ignoring the unbalanced feeling I felt. My eyes were locked on Neo's eyelids, and I knew he was analyzing my energy.

"Is your head hurting that badly?" His voice was far too tender. I'd been treating him like shit since the moment I woke up and he was being nice to me.

"It's a pain in my arse, but you're clearly competition for that position," I barked and offered my hand. "Towel."

"Why?" he tossed back and my frown deepened as his lips curled slightly.

"Don't test me today, Neo."

"I'm not testing you," he tossed back.

"You're not helping me either," I acknowledged.

"You're only being an ass because you're frustrated."

"Frustrated is an understatement."

"I wasn't referring to your mood, William."

I knew exactly what he was referring to, but I was already leaving the washroom and heading back to the bed. He was following me, which I suspected he would, but I didn't think he'd actually try to stop me until his hand grabbed my wrist.

"William."

"Why don't we change the subject to Nico?" I announced. The tension spiked up in the room, but it didn't frighten me in the slightest as I turned right around to see his open eyes once more. "I want to see him for a sec."

"I don't think you're in the proper mindset to see him." Neo was still calm, but a glimpse of his energy told me he didn't like the plan.

"Let him out to play, Neo, or I'll call him myself," I threatened. Neo observed me carefully and took a step forward so we were inches apart.

Now I really couldn't think with how close he was, and it just went to hell as I growled and claimed his lips with a possessive kiss. He’d expected this - he had to with how he delved right into the fervent movement. I gripped his black shirt and forced him to remain as close to me as he could.

The kiss was nothing like when I was female. There was no mercy. Only rough kisses, sloppy sucks, and groans from both of us. My cock was hard and begging to get out, but I couldn't let it side-track me now.

As if I hadn't just gone off course.

Neo suddenly had me down against the bed, his hand along my throat while I gasped at the pain - and pleasure - it ignited. He took every advantage of this new predicament as his tongue darted into my mouth and took complete control.

His dominance outraged me, but this was Neo's time to shine in strength because he pinned me down with ease while he continued to keep me in a throat hold. His other hand was doing me a favor - slipping beneath the waistband of my