Page 2 of Savage

I let him fall and immediately ignored him, turning all my attention to the little blonde. “You okay, sugar? Come here.”

I didn’t plan on doing anything dramatic, but one minute she stood before me, her head tilted back so her blue eyes met mine, looking adorable in her pink boots and mini skirt, the next she was up in my arms in a honeymoon carry.

“Clint!” she shouted, laughing.

I pushed through the crowd toward the bathrooms because I was going to have to clean up. I didn’t give a shit about blood. Being a nurse, I doubted she did either, but still. On the right were the doors to the restrooms, to the left a storage room. I chose the left where we wouldn’t be interrupted.

My sudden flare for the dramatic continued because I didn’t feel like dropping her after I opened the door and carried her right inside. Only when I’d found the switch to illuminate the shelf-lined walls did I tip her back onto her feet. I locked the door—not because I was planning on doing anything with her. I just didn’t want to be bothered. Yeah, that was all. It wasn’t that I wanted uninterrupted alone time with the little nurse.

“Wow, are you all right? That guy was a total jerk.” Her breathless voice wound around my trunk like honey and silk. She looked up at me with the prettiest wide blue eyes I’d ever seen. “We should probably get you to the hospital to have that set.”

I smirked at her because her concern was damn cute. The bleeding had already stopped, so I went over to the utility sink, pushed a mop handle out of the way and quickly washed. Tugging a few paper towels from the dispenser, I dried my face. There was some blood on my snap shirt, but that wasn’t going anywhere until I got it in the washer. I would take it off though, if she wanted. Fuck, yeah, I would.

I leaned down to put my face close to hers. “You can set it for me, sugar, and we can skip the doctors. Hell, we can playdoctorif you want.”

I grinned at her blush, which I couldn’t miss even with the single light bulb lighting the room.

“Oh, well, I don’t know—” she said, but still reached up to line her thumbs along the bone of my nose. One quick move, and she snapped it back in place. She didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink at the task.

I wiggled my nose like a rabbit. “I knew you could do it for me.”

“Are you okay?” Her hands slid to my chest. The touch set off something strange inside me. Sure, it made my dick hard, but it was more. A connection. It must’ve had something to do with the whiskey. Shifters sobered pretty damned fast, but still. I didn’t usually react so…viscerallyto human women. “That was very gentlemanly of you to step in.”

I suddenly wished getting punched in the nose hadn’t fucked with my sense of smell because my wolf was itching to get a noseful of her. I’d bet she smelled sweet.

Sweet as candy.

Every-fucking-where.

“I’m fine, sugar.” My hands found her waist of their own accord. I shouldn’t touch her. Not when she’d been drinking.

I’d been drinking, too.

Plus, she was best friends with my pack brother’s mate.

But her waist felt perfect under my palms. She had meat on her bones, and I itched to feel every inch of those soft, lush curves. Her blue gaze had locked onto mine, and she was breathing softly and quickly, little pants that made me want to shove her up against the wall to make them heavier. “You?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, eyes dilated. “I’m better than fine.” She licked her lips. “In fact, I’m kinda turned on by you right now.”

Hell, yes. A woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to voice her needs. My dick went hard at her honesty.

“That was pretty badass the way you choked that guy with just one hand.” She cocked her head toward the closed door. Thankfully, the thick wood muffled the noise and music from the bar.

I almost groaned. My dick had gone rock hard, and she’d stepped so close to me I could feel her body heat, her soft curves just centimeters away. She was a petite, tempting handful.

“Sugar, you’re pushing my self-control here.” Despite my words, I pulled her soft body up against mine. “No matter how much I want to take things further, both of us have been drinking, so I think I’d better get you home before we get ourselves into trouble.”

She smiled up at me, her lids at half-mast. “Trouble, hmm?” she purred. “What if trouble is what I’m looking for?”

This time I was pretty sure my groan escaped. Holy.Fuck.

I’d been propositioned before. Becky, though, had my dick leaking pre-cum from just talk. She was fully clothed, and we hadn’t even kissed.

“I’m not that drunk.” She pressed those pert breasts against my ribs. “I’ve been drinking water the past hour.”

I took a deep breath, but… nothing. Damn, I had never wanted to smell a female so much in my life. Why’d that asshole have to punch me in the goddamn nose? I’d be able to scent her pussy, know if she was wet just by one inhale. I’d have to find out another way… my fingers itching for the task.

My brain scrambled—something that never happened to me with females—especially not human ones. Hell, my dick took over. Next thing I knew, I used my shifter strength to pick her up and set her down on a table I assumed was used for… hell if I knew or cared. I was just thankful for its existence as I stepped up between her parted thighs. Her jean skirt rode up, and I couldn’t miss the hint of hot pink panties… and a wet spot.