The Killer She-Wolf (Book 2 – The Scarred She-Wolf series)

His gaze found her again.

The stranger at the end of the bar, the one who’d come in earlier and kept to himself, nursing a bottle of whiskey. He’d been watching her on and off all evening, those strange silver eyes catching the low light every time she glanced his way.

I could drown in those eyes, Lara thought, and put an extra sway in her step as she crossed the room, knowing his gaze would drop to her ass.

She was a long way from her father’s territory. A long way from the pack that tracked her every move and decided which boys an alpha’s daughter was allowed to want. Out here nobody knew her name. Out here she could do as she pleased.

So she did.

She pretended not to notice his stare. The bell over the door chimed as a couple stumbled in out of the cold, and she let them pass without a glance, drifting toward her own end of the bar. She kept her eyes off him on purpose. He didn’t say a word. A last look before she turned away brought their eyes together for half a second.

The thrill of it raised goosebumps down her arms, and she clenched her thighs against a sudden tug of want.

As she moved off, his scent reached her: cedar, snow, something darker underneath. Wolf. Same as her. His nostrils flared, a fraction, no more, as if he’d caught the answering scent of her arousal in the air. In that moment, she veered away from returning to her own seat and walked towards him instead. His eyes were on her again.

She slid onto the stool beside his before she could think better of it.

“You look like a man who needs something more than whiskey.” Her voice came out low and husky, a sultriness she didn’t know she owned, and her eyes raked over his broad shoulders, his muscled chest. She was almost shocked at herself. This was so unlike her.

His silver eyes flicked over her body, and her nipples tightened against her bra in answer. Shit. This guy is sex on legs.

When he answered, it wasn’t what she expected. She should have been shocked. Instead his words only stoked the heat already curling low in her belly.

“I could do with a quick fuck,” he said, his voice a smoky, graveled delight that sent a fresh wave of wet into her panties.

She swallowed, holding his stare. The thoughts racing through her head were as new to her as they were thrilling.

On legs gone to jelly, thrilled by the knowledge she was about to do something so stupid, so utterly unlike her, Lara slid off the stool and turned toward the restrooms to the left of the bar. She’d signaled mister silver eyes with a subtle crook of her finger, and for a moment she didn’t know whether she truly wanted him to follow or not.

But he did follow. Because two minutes later he had her up against the wall of a bathroom stall, fucking her brains out.