was surrounded by the weirdest fucking books ever, I’ve been intrigued. But when she opened her defiant mouth? Well, then I was hooked.
I want to know her story. I want to know what makes her tick. More than anything, I want to know what she’s really thinking behind that hard-nosed exterior.
And yeah, I want to fuck her. No use denying that.
I mean, how could anyone not? She’s hot, plain and simple. Pale skin with intricate tattoos all over—markings I want to trace with my tongue. A gorgeous face with feline eyes, thick lips, high cheekbones, and enough attitude to make her seem like a queen. And I bet, if she ever smiled, it would be enough to bring a male to his knees.
Speaking of, I’d go to my knees for her in a second.
She’s muscular all over, her tight body is strong, and yet, Jetta still has all of the feminine curves a guy could want. Tits to watch bounce as you fuck, and a tight ass that’s just begging to be squeezed. It makes me hard just thinking about it.
That’s another reason why I’m looking forward to training. I can’t deny the fact that I like the excuse of getting to watch her move.
I’ve decided to have her. I just need her to get on the same page with me first.
This morning was a nice surprise. When she grabbed my cigarette and sucked it between those plush lips? My cock went as hard as the steel fencing. But what really surprised me was the dilation of her eyes and the scent of her arousal hitting the night air.
She’s attracted to me too, even though she was trying to fight it. I intend to push that attraction and see how far we can go.
But I’m not a complete jackass. I know this training isn’t just an opportunity for me to spend time with her. Alpha Hugo and Addie really want Jetta to stay and decide to become one of us. This training is part of that.
Training together is one of the ways all new pack members get to know each other and work to feel like they’re a part of the pack. Plus, Hugo always wants to make sure everyone has basic defensive skills. Since most of our pack is prey, it’s important.
Despite the fact that Jetta has a bad attitude and a past that’s biting at her heels, I think she’d be a good addition with us. But no one can decide for her. She has to make the choice to stay, but I fully intend to persuade her.
I have a feeling that behind her tough exterior, Jetta’s scared. I don’t blame her. I’ve heard enough of Troupe Delirium to know that the master is fucking mental. The troupe is notorious for their mind-bending performances as much as they’re known for their brutal fights. The fact that she wears a collar tells me all I need to know. Every time I see it, I want to snap it right off.
I walk up the dirt road and then veer onto the stone path that leads up to the warehouse. Passing some plants out front and the picnic table where some shifters are hanging out, I head right inside. I pass through the main area and go for the stairs. Anticipation building in me, I head down the catwalk to the connecting hallway and then stop in front of the door that I know is hers.
I give the door three sharp raps of my fist. Tilting my head, I listen for movement, but there’s nothing. I knock again, but I still don’t get an answer. She’s either not in there or she’s ignoring me. I wouldn’t be surprised at either option.
I turn the handle, not expecting it to be unlocked, but surprisingly, it is. I walk inside the plain room, my eyes going right to the huddled form on the bed, completely covered by the blanket. She’s sleeping?
A grin overtakes my face, but I quickly smother it, putting on my irritated enforcer mask instead. Gotta play the part.
I walk over to her bed, grab the corner of the blanket, and rip it away.
Jetta wakes up with a start, her eyes flying wide as she looks up at me holding her comforter. Her expression turns from alarm to anger in the span of a breath.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she snarls.
Ignoring her tone, I toss the blanket to the floor behind me. “You’re late for your training.”
She sits up,