“Who’s Max?” York grumbled, trying to be inconspicuous as he ducked his head to eye the side mirror checking if they were being followed. I just want to ride around for a bit.” And the airport was as good a place as any to lose a tail that might be following a taxi. “No,” York looked down at the sleeping beauty in his arms.
“You leaving? You girlfriend no fly like that!” He easily maneuvered his woman off his shoulder and cradled her in his arms before jerking the door open, easing into the back seat, and adjusting his mate on his lap before slamming the door closed behind them. The slight man popped up from the driver’s side. He wanted the Megalya to know he was looking forward to it.Ī car screeched up to the curb and with one blink, York’s teeth and eyes were back to normal as he lifted a hand in a protective gesture, covering his mate as he took a step back. York and the Megalya would battle, and it’d be soon. He lifted a fist and pointed straight at the Megalya. Permitting a partial shift, York let his incisors elongate and his eyes go black as he curled back his lip and growled ferociously up at the duo still watching him. York wanted nothing more than to march back into the building and mutilate the Megalya and his cohort, but Shy’s safety came first.
The Megalya and his friend were scowling down at him from Shy’s window, confirming that they’d been after his mate. He had bigger concerns.Ī deafening roar rent the air and his head snapped up. Several passersby openly stared, but he didn’t care. For the first time in his existence, York McDonnough had something to fight for, someone to protect! Elation shot through him and had him itching to battle the Megalya. His mate smelled like heaven, but he’d need to kill the Megalya and his friend before he’d get to enjoy the silken heat of her. When his fingers brushed between the two globes, he hissed as the front of his pants tightened painfully. His hand had stopped rubbing her ass, but it didn’t leave the rounded mound filling his hand. By the time he hit the street, he was sweating with the need to fight and fuck.
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