into his phone.
I take Opal’s hand and guide her toward the bike.
When we’re out of earshot I tell Ash, “You and Caz head for the diner. Me and Opal are going to check out the bar. All of the victims were seen in either one. If that fucker’s scent hits your nose you call. Do not face him alone, you hear?”
“Understood, Prez,” Ash grunts and heads for his bike.
I throw my leg over my bike and hand the helmet to Opal. Feeling her slide on behind me is fucking perfection. Hitting the throttle and picking up speed while she warms my back is claim number one. A verbal claim toward my pack is number two. Sinking inside her pussy number three, and the final one–a bite to mark her as mine–by mating is the ultimate pleasure and coming full circle.
So many things ahead of us and while my bike is eating up the road, the restlessness settles inside my veins. All due to the woman behind me. We might not have taken any of the other steps I just mentioned but we’re on the right track and she not only trusted my VP with personal shit, but she openly stated against another man she belongs to me.
Night falls when we arrive at the bar. Stepping inside I scan the room. I don’t smell the fucker so I guide Opal to the bar and order two beers. Mine is just for show since I need a clear head for our ride home.
Moving to the back of the room where we can keep an eye on our surroundings, we make easy chitchat to kill some time. I sense some shift in my surrounding and am very well aware of a group of women hanging near the bar, eying me. Not once have I looked in their direction but my sense of smell gives me enough information I need when I see one woman break away from her friends to come my way.
“Hey,” she says cheerfully. “My friends asked me to invite you and your sister to join us. Or your sister can join my friends while we head somewhere a little quieter.”
“Not interested,” I grunt without so much as giving her a glance.
“I’m most definitely not his damn sister,” Opal snaps.
The woman ignores both our statements and steps closer to me, placing a hand on my arm. I’m about to rip my arm away when I hear a low growl and see the woman fly back, landing hard on her ass. I have to wrap my arm around Opal’s waist because my senses tell me she’s ready to scratch the woman’s eyes out.
Quickly guiding her out back, I’m stunned by her strength and have a hard time keeping her in line. It’s as if blind fury is overtaking her. Opal growls and it’s then I notice the blue fire swirling in her eyes.
Magnificent.
Absolutely stunning but I can’t keep staring at her captivating eyes because the reason those blue flames are swirling in her gaze is because her guardian wolf is clawing at the surface. She’s seconds away from shifting and it’s fucking dangerous to go from zero to a hundred. Shifting for the first time can cause some serious bodily harm without the right guidance, and now is not the right fucking time.
“Ophelia,” I snap.
Blue flames start to roll over the skin of her arms. Fucking hell. I’ve encountered hellhounds and guardians, have seen with my own eyes what they can do. And those flames? They fucking hurt.
She leans her head from left to right and wants to step around me. I know she’s still consumed by rage. When eternal mates have gone through the mating process these urges are less because a claim has been made, but we haven’t yet. And there’s an urge to protect what you deem yours, anyone who dares to touch what’s yours to claim needs to fucking die.
I have no other choice but to face the pain and cup her face with both hands. Flames dance from her to me and yet there’s no pain. Shit. I should have known her abilities wouldn’t have an effect on me, it’s the same with my wolf; I would never cause her pain.
She’s still growling and trying to get past me when I do the only thing I can think of to calm her down; claim her mouth. There’s instant bliss but the kiss is anything but sweet and gentle. She bites my fucking lip and a growl rips