Fated for Her Wolves - Tara West Page 0,12
into his hands. He nodded at Natasha, who was laughing obnoxiously and grabbing Tor’s arm. “She smells funny.”
“Yeah, she did.” Dejan chuckled. “Perfume overload.”
“No, not that.” Andrei stuck out his tongue. “Something else.”
Tatiana crossed her arms, imagining her eyes were double barrel guns, filling Natasha full of holes. “I’ll be glad when she’s gone.”
“Me, too,” Dejan said.
Constantine and Dimitri were strangely quiet as they got into the car.
Leaning forward, Andrei grabbed Dimitri’s shoulder. “What is it?”
Constantine turned around, pale as the snow falling outside. “Did you notice anything strange about that woman?”
“Yeah,” Andrei said. “She smelled off.”
Constantine and Dimitri shared a look.
“What is it?” Dejan asked.
“I overheard our father telling Tor she smells like dark magic,” Constantine said.
“W-what?” Andrei stammered.
Constantine leveled them with a dark look. “There was something unsettling about her—something predatory.”
“Why did they let her go?” Dejan asked.
“They’re going to follow her,” Constantine said.
“Follow her?” Tatiana said. “What if something happens?”
Andrei grabbed her hand, pulling it into his lap with a grin. “Don’t worry. Our fathers are smart. They’ll just do recon, find this woman’s nest.”
“A nest?” Tatiana sucked in a sharp breath as Natasha’s car pulled away. Alarm bells went off in her head. Maybe this woman wasn’t human after all.
BALBAN CLUTCHED THE steering wheel and ignored the clanking sounds coming from the front end. Smiling to herself, she recalled the muscular shifters, the veins in their necks bulging as they pulled her car out of the ditch. She had particularly enjoyed the young blond ones. They had such beautiful, round asses and broad backs. She’d love to trade places with the little American twat and let those shifters pile up on her. Perhaps she would now that Sitri had discovered how to steal shifter skins.
The biggest one, named Constantine, wouldn’t even look her in the eyes when she’d tried to flirt with him. He’d pointed to his car and told her to wait inside. What a brute. She’d love to be tied up and whipped by him. Just the thought made her want to pull over and finger herself while imagining him licking her cunt. Yes, the more she thought of it, the more she liked the idea of stealing that bitch shifter’s skin.
The phone rang, the loud buzz interrupting her fantasy.
Sitri’s number lit up the console. Cursing, she jabbed the screen. “What, Sergey?” She hated having to call him by his Russian mobster name but not as much as she hated fucking his ugly, bloated skin. Luckily he preferred Katarina over her, so she didn’t have to fuck him often. That’s what she told herself anyway. She hated that he preferred the deceitful wolf to her. Their new headquarters was teeming with young, virile Russian guards, which meant she was never without a lover. That should have appeased her, but it hadn’t. It was Sitri’s favor she craved, no matter the shape of his human skin.
“Where are you?” he snapped impatiently. He’d beat her extra hard when she returned, which would normally please her, but his liver spots always detracted from her pleasure.
“I’m returning with the amethyst darts.”
“Good. It has taken you too long.”
“My car skidded on ice. A pack of wolf-shifters pulled it out of the ditch.”
The line went eerily quiet, with the exception of the grotesque sound of Sitri’s heavy breathing. Finally he let out a growl, like a bear waking from slumber. “Have you lost your mind, Balban?”
“It’s fine. I’m back on the road.” She was more than annoyed at his lack of faith in her. Had he forgotten she’d dealt with shifters before?
“You’re not good at hiding your demon. What if they sensed your taint?”
She paused at that. “They didn’t.”
“Idiot.” He released a string of Russian curse words. “We’ll have to speed up our plan.”
Her mind reeled. Could he be right? “They didn’t smell me.” At least she hoped they hadn’t.
“Look behind you,” he said. “Are they following you?”
She checked her rearview mirror. They were there, but so what? They were heading home.
She rolled her eyes. “The road only goes one direction.” Sitri had had to torture the information out of Katarina, but they knew where the wolves lived. Once they hit town, the wolves would go straight to their farm, and Balban would take a left to their new headquarters.
“If you lead them to us, I will cut off your tits and feed them to the wolverine.”
Dread caused Balban’s gooseflesh to rise. Would he really destroy his second-favorite lover’s body? She couldn’t take that chance. Checking her rearview mirror again,