Page 11 of Wolf Blood

The question in both of ours was loud.

WHAT THE HELL?

"She didn't rip his throat out when she fed from him," Bloom said quickly. "We were testing it. She drank more than she usually does, too, so that's good. Right?"

Rhone straight-up ignored her as he crouched down in front of me.

My eyes widened further as he leaned his nose to the center of my thighs, pulled one of my far-too-responsive legs to the side, and sniffed.

The roar that escaped him could've rattled the whole fucking tower.

He tossed something over my head and strode toward the door, snarling, "Hallway,now."

I rose to my feet.

Bloom grabbed my arm, stopping me. "Not you."

I watched Ryker stroll out after the Beta, the satisfied smirk he wore making me feel slightly ill about screwing him.

The feeling passed quickly.

Hello again, bloodlust.

"I don't think he was trying to say thatyouwould rip someone's throat out if you fed from them," Bloom whispered, when the door was shut behind the enforcer. "I think he was saying thathewould."

Oh.

That was significantly different.

And I'd fucked Ryker, too.

There was a loud thud, like someone had been thrown into a wall. I didn't have to wonder who had done the throwing.Rhone was the Beta for a reason.

"If he's feeling possessive of you, and you fed from someone else, on top of having sex..." Bloom dragged a hand over the top of her head. "Dear lord. We’re going to need alotmore cookies."

She started toward the hall. "Shower fast. Get his scent off you. I'll keep Ryker alive until Mav gets here."

That was an idea.

But it wasn't the best one.

Another thud sounded.

Bloom opened the door, and I heard the crack of flesh and bone. Ryker's pained groan followed.

If by some ridiculous twist of fate, Rhone was feeling possessive of me, there was only one way to handle it. I'd seen how Maverick reacted to Bloom evensuggestingshe was interested in someone else, and this was far more than a suggestion.

I was the only one who would make any kind of an impact here.

I tugged my shirt over my head, revealing my bare tits as I strode out of the room at far,farslower than vampire speed.

Rhone had Ryker pinned to the wall, his fist around the enforcer’s throat.

His gaze shot to me immediately, and his eyes followed the motion. They narrowed to slits as they moved down my figure.The rage that flooded them would've been enough to take my breath away before I'd become what I was.

It wasn't like I had any sense of modesty. I'd devolved into a monster in public. I'd seen the videos, just like everyone else with internet access.

Rhone had at least a few inches and fifty to a hundred pounds of muscle on the enforcer, who was probably younger and less experienced.