Free Corrupt Cravings by Jennifer Salaiz Page B

really starting to feel desperate. The alpha laughed at her and motioned for Donavon to come closer. When he did, her knight glared at her angrily, and she felt her heart drop to her toes.
    “How ’bout it, Arizona? Do you think you can watch over her for me?”
    “Is that an order?” His body stood rigid as he waited.
    “Do I really need to say if it is? Maybe I don’t want her touched by anyone here. She’s got potential for exactly what I’m looking for. We don’t have much room, but she can bunk with you. Your bed is big, and I seriously doubt you’ll touch her. All this time and I still haven’t see you with a woman.”
    A laugh echoed throughout the small room, making them all turn toward the entrance. Men walked in, paused as if to notice they weren’t welcomed, and walked back outside. Marcella wasn’t sure what to do. At least it looked like she had made it possible to stay here. But whatever she had potential for, she didn’t want to know. The plan didn’t revolve around staying long enough to find out.
    “Get your things,” Donavon snapped at her. “I’ll show you to your new room.”
    “But you tore my shirt. You don’t expect me to go out to my car topless, do you?”
    He stopped mid-step, and slowly turned, grinning cruelly. The look in his eyes as he walked forward threw her off. As if she was in a trance, she couldn’t move. Hypnotized by how savagely male he was, it took everything for her not to drool on the spot. The wolf within sensed his power and wanted him for her own. As his hand hovered between her cleavage, her nipples hardened. The warmth of his fingers gripped her clasp, and she could feel herself leaning in to his touch. At the crunching sound, the spell broke and she caught sight of her breasts spilling free.
    “There, now you’re topless. Next time, you’ll listen when I order you. Now go get your shit. I don’t have all day.”
    Rage pushed against her insides, and on instinct, she swung and clocked him in the face with her fist. She stripped off her broken bra and threw it at him. Thank God, her hair was long enough to cover her breasts.
    Stepping toward him, Marcella glared. “If you ever disrespect me like that again, you’ll be sorry. Mark my words.”
    She threw open the door as laughter erupted from the alpha. “See, I told you she would be a good choice. She doesn’t even take shit from you, Arizona. I think I’m going to like her being here.”
    Whistles and crude comments broke the silence from outside, and she ignored them as she popped open the trunk of her car. Grabbing her suitcase, Marcella lifted it easily and carried it back into the house. The pain shooting through her stomach at having to use her muscles hurt like hell.
    Following Donavon up the stairs, he turned into the first room to the left. When light flooded the space, Marcella nearly gasped. Were they even in the same house? The room looked like it was torn out of a catalogue. Blue silk sheets covered a queen size bed. There were even the throw pillows and all the decorating stuff she’d personally never think to buy.
    White dressers and end tables brightened the area. If she wanted to admit it, the space looked more fitted for a girl than a guy. No pictures covered the walls, just a mass collection of drawings. Walking toward them, tears came to her eyes. She spun to look at Donavon. “You drew these?”
    “Yes. Now get dressed and come downstairs. We hunt soon.”
    They were her tattoos. He was remembering. Excitement pumped through her body. Turning to look back at her man, she watched Donavon pull the long-sleeved, black shirt over his head. Upon seeing his upper body exposed, Marcella dropped her bag. Her symbol, the one on her necklace and on her men’s swords, covered his large chest.
    The muscles rippled as he put on a wife-beater. The arms that were exposed were covered in tribal tattoos. Down the length, between the thick lines, he bore every supernatural collecting symbol