Page 60 of Ice Devil

“That’s long enough for people to shut the hell up.” I grabbed the drink, chugging the entire amount. The liquid burned the back of my throat. So the hell what?

He was fighting a grin. “People are unhappy about what they don’t understand.”

“That doesn’t give them the right to continually go on and on when it’s been proven that shifters are human beings who live and thrive and suffer as everyone else.” I was so frustrated I jumped to my feet.

“So what does your boss want?”

I tried to catch my breath, but remaining calm was becoming an issue. “Honestly? I think somewhere inside his pea brain he believes shifters are being given a handout. You know, as if they’re stealing spots on teams from good old-fashioned humans. God forbid the concept all things were equal and it’s your talent that boosted your careers. I’m just… angry!”

This time when he reached out, he refused to allow me to pull away, plopping me down on his lap. Oh, this could get ugly since his cock was pressed between my ass cheeks as if finding a home. And the only thing keeping me protected was a teensy-tiny string on my thong.

I was already horny and he was making it much worse.

Beck wrapped his arm around me, ensuring I wouldn’t escape. “I adore your desire to take up for me.”

“Not just for you. For your brothers. The Masters brothers. For every shifter.”

“Then you know what you need to do.”

“What, hire a hitman?”

“I do love your spunk, but no. Write the article. Maybe what you need is a little help from an insider. “

“An insider, huh?” I honestly could not believe he wasn’t angry, but perhaps he was used to the ugly side of being a shifter where discrimination seemed to have no bounds. I hadn’t been raised that way.

“Yep.”

“Gee. I wonder who I could hire to help me.” I rubbed my finger across my lips, which of course brought a delicious sound, a dark and demonic growl that I couldn’t seem to get enough of.

He pulled my head back so he was easily able to crush his lips over mine. As soon as he did, I shifted back and forth to drive him as senselessly crazy as he enjoyed doing with me. How could the heat become any more oppressive than in being around him?

His tongue managed to slip past my lips, tasting me as if for the first time. I’d honestly wondered if in the future our interaction would feel fresh and new.

When he finally let me go, I took a deep breath and licked my bottom lip.

Reaching forward, he pulled my laptop around to face us. “We should get to work.”

“Are you certain you want to be a part of the article?”

“Why not?”

“So how do we go about ensuring we provide exactly all the reasons why shifters should be allowed in sports?” I shifted back and forth again just to be naughty. Already, it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted.

“By doing what you do best? Asking questions. Or I should say demanding them. How does it feel to be a shifter? Fucking fantastic.”

“Profound. Let me type that into the article.”

“Bring it on, baby.”

And just like that, we were working together to provide truths in a way that would allow an insight into the everyday life of a wolf in devil’s clothing.

Now maybe I was excited to see what the public had to say.

Even so, a stark feeling remained in the pit of my stomach, an instinct that refused to vanish even with his assistance.

We were being used as pawns in a dangerous game.

Only neither one of us knew the rules.