Broods Of Fenrir - By Coral Moore Page 0,8

you do this you"re going to spend the next hundred years running.”

Brand had no intention of running from Björn, or anyone else. “I"ll do what I have to do to make sure Alice is safe.”

* * *

Brand scanned the dim interior of the bar. He avoided these places when he could. The heightened emotions of so many in so tight an area strained his barriers to their limits.

Kick was a well-known brood hangout, but the only patrons were a few humans in black leather huddled around pool tables.

He spotted the female he was looking for across the room. As she leaned over to clean a table, her familiar backside moved with a rhythmic shake to the beat of the loud music. As she bent and stood on her toes to reach the far end, her short skirt displayed an obscene amount of thigh.

Sigga must have felt his stare, because she stopped moving abruptly. She turned to look over her shoulder at him, her pink hair falling to obscure part of her face. She dropped the washcloth and hurried across the empty dance floor, a smile curling her lips. When she stood in front of him, she said, “Is there something I can help you with, my lord?”

“You can start by not calling me that.” He clamped his jaw shut, despising himself for snapping at her.

“I meant no offense.” She dropped her gaze and bowed her head. When she straightened again and met his eyes, her 23

desire cascaded over him and overran his barriers.

He closed the distance between them. No longer buffered, her lust surged through his body, making his skin tingle. The wolf inside him strained for control, amplifying his emotions.

He imagined parting her unresisting thighs, lifting her skirt until she was revealed to him, tearing open her shirt, and pushing her back to sink his teeth into the creamy skin of her breast. He could almost taste her blood on his tongue, a heady combination of minerals and her essence.

That thought brought him back from the near trance her emotions had driven him to. He craved violence and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her. Curling his hands into fists, he drove his nails into his palms until the pain brought clarity. “I"m looking for one of us, a big male with red hair. I doubt he"d take the time to introduce himself.” Sigga blinked several times. The haze of desire gradually lifted from her features. After a few moments, she shook herself. “I haven"t seen anyone like that.” As her scent crept toward the normal end of the spectrum, Brand relaxed. He resisted the temptation to push a lock of hair away from her left eye. “There"s a male from your brood by the name of Lucas, have you seen him?” Her brightly painted lips compressed in thought for a few seconds. “He usually comes in here a lot, but I haven"t seen him since the last full. He hasn"t been at the brood runs either.” Brand nodded. “Call me if you see either of them.” Worried that she might try to approach Arn, he added, “And don"t talk to the redhead, he"s dangerous.”

“Like you?” An impish grin made her dimples stand out.

“No,” he grumbled. “He"ll hurt you.” Her grin faded into a more sultry smile. “I like that you worry about me.”

He reached to touch her cheek, but stopped short. The desire she felt for him permeated his fingers even without the 24

contact. Months ago, he"d decided attraction wasn"t enough. A sense of warmth he craved was missing between them and he refused to keep using her, comforting as it could be. He lowered his hand and turned away.

* * *

Brand examined the door of Lucas"s apartment. After spending most of the night cruising seedy bars in the worst areas of Denver, he needed a break and the address had been nearby. No one had broken in as far as he could tell. He had no idea how to pick a lock, so he forced the door open with brute strength. He"d pay for a new one if Lucas ever returned.

The air in the apartment was stale, indicating the place had been unoccupied for some time. He inhaled, letting the odors settle into him as he cataloged them—dirty laundry, rotting food, old dust. He picked up a male scent that was undoubtedly Lucas and committed it to memory. A handful of human female smells drifted through, all transient visitors by the lack of depth.

He looked

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