Free Without Mercy by Belinda Boring Page B

desperate to
release the tension in my muscles. I had to move with grace if I
was to play the role of the seductress.
    I felt my lips curve into a smile as I
lifted my arm to touch him. I forced my hands to look soft and not
curl into claws to rip out his throat. Lowering my voice, I
whispered, “Come now Gary, there must be something we can do
to move past this. You don’t want to hurt me.” I let my other hand
roll down the length of my body, hoping to keep his attention.
    His focus remained on my face and panic
flickered in his eyes before he hid it. But I’d caught it. He
didn’t like what I was doing. Gary was becoming anxious and that I
could work with.
    “You need to stop whatever it is you’re
doing,” his voice came out in a rushed puff. Yep, definitely
nervous.
    I closed the distance between us, never
taking my eyes off him. Digging deep to steady my hands, I caressed
the side of his cheek, making sure I continued to breath in and
out. He hadn’t shaved, the stubble feeling coarse under my
fingertips.
    My wolf growled, fighting hard for
dominance. She didn't like this, but I couldn't let her out. She
nipped at me, showing her displeasure and I struggled to ignore
her.
    Bile rose up into my mouth as my fingers
traced over his cheekbones. "See, we can work this out, Gary.
There's no need for violence." I wanted to add he could put the gun
down but I didn’t want to remind him he had it.
    I pressed my body against his. His eyes
instantly widened, pupils dilating.
    Leaning in, I purred into his ear. "Is there
somewhere we can take this? Maybe a little more private ? Let
Jasmine go, Gary. We don't need her."
    I forced my other hand to rest on his chest
for a moment before it began to journey downward, making sure to
let out small moans of appreciation as if touching him pleased me.
It felt like bitter ash in my mouth and all I could think of was
the long hot shower I would need to scrub his scent off me. If it
was even possible
    He didn’t move a fraction. Gary remained
stiff, his arm still stretched out with the gun now aimed at
Jasmine. I couldn't tell how receptive he was based on his body
language.
    "You need to stop.” The words exploded out
of his mouth through clenched teeth. “What kind of idiot do you
think I am? You are the alpha’s mate, his most beloved, and you
expect me to believe that you want me?” Scorn and disbelief dripped
heavily off his words and I lost my hold over him as his anger rose
to the surface.
    "Shhhh," I tried to bring Gary back to me as
I moved face to face with him, my mouth a breath away from his. His
lips felt dry against mine and I fought the urge to lick my lips to
moisten them.
    "What Mason doesn't know won't hurt him. You
can't tell me you're not curious about what it's like to be with a
werewolf.” I lowered my voice to a sultry tone, “The heat that’s
created. Not knowing what's woman and what’s animal. They say it’s
quite the experience."
    I feathered my lips over his, barely able to
suppress a shudder. I could faintly hear Jasmine behind me and I
tried not to think what this looked like. She was loyal to her
brother and even though she had to know this was an act, it mustn’t
be sitting well with her.
    I couldn’t sense if her wolf had risen.
Jasmine was young and it could take a little effort at her age.
Thank goodness for small miracles. I was having a hard enough time
keeping mine corralled without dealing with a second one.
    The rankness of Gary’s breath reached my
nose, reminding me of my purpose. It reeked of cheap liquor and
something else, a familiar smell. The scent triggered a red flag in
my mind.
    Gary had laced his liquid courage. It was so
elusive, like it was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t quite
remember. There was an otherworldly smell to his breath and it
hinted at magic. When my brain finally finished trying to figure it
out, I was stunned.
    Vampire. The fool drank vampire blood.
    A pulse of fear washed me, leaving an