Free Jett's Wild Wolf (Mystic Wolves 3) by Elle Boon Page B

she’d lost them in the forest surrounding his property was something he’d get to the bottom of. He made the hour drive in less than forty-five minutes. The streets were almost empty save for a few people milling about.
    His motorcycle rumbled to a stop at the four way near the bank he’d seen in his dream. A blond man came out with a young woman, the hand at her back moved down to caress the firm ass encased in the short skirt. Jett shook his head as he watched the man and woman, both in business suits, trying to be proper. His nose picked up the woman’s clear arousal on the air. As he went to let off the brake, Jett heard the man whisper he couldn’t tonight. When the woman walked off, the name Taryn coming from the suit’s lips had Jett’s wolf snarling.
    He looked again at the man, inhaling deeper for any trace of Taryn. An old trace lingered, its source barely there, and heading away from the bank. If she’d been there, it had been for a brief time. She was smart and crafty and more than likely needed the man’s help in getting her cash out of the bank.
    Hell, she was more than that to have eluded not only him, but Niall and Zayn along with several other wolves. Pride welled in his chest.
    The storage unit called to him like a beacon. Inhaling he caught the sweet scent that he knew belonged to only one woman. “Taryn,” he whispered her name like a prayer.
    Aisle after aisle he motored down the rows of look-alike units. Footprints of a small person riddled the ground, followed by several other larger ones, had him stopping the bike. He kicked the center stand up, and was off in a flurry of movement. Jett raised his head, opened his senses, looking for the one that was her . On booted feet he rushed around the last row, zigzagged around several more, cursing the long rows. Finally deciding to take to the top, he jumped, landing with a thud on top of the aluminum. Three rows over he saw Taryn squaring off with two men, and another trying to sneak around from behind her.
    His beast roared. Taryn’s head jerked in his direction. Even from the long distance he saw her blue eyes flash fire at him. Yeah, he had some explaining, groveling and all around ass kissing to do. Of course, she was in for a spanking as well. His palm itched to do just that for the harm she put herself in. First he had a lesson to teach some human men.
    He spotted the open door behind her with the purple truck visible. As he jumped from the top of one building and then down and over to the next, visions of her trying to run away from him flashed into his head. Not gonna happen baby girl.
    At the building behind the men he landed with a thud. “Howdy, boys. What’s going on?” He looked Taryn over for any injuries, his dick hardening at the sight that met his eyes. She wore a spaghetti strap dress that fit like a glove from chest to hips, then flared out to her knees in a black and white polka dot print, with red fuck me, god yes he thought, pumps. No wonder the suit had thoughts of her in his mind. Her hair looked like it had been windblown, the just got out of bed look that he loved. Her full sleeve tattoo was on total display. He wanted to trace every inch of her with his lips and tongue, but he’d have to wait until they were away from the three stooges.
    “She owes for the unit and refuses to pay.” The man with a potbelly spoke. His overalls looked like they were two sizes too small.
    “Hmm, well, now we can’t have that.” Jett stood up, then jumped, landing behind the two men. “You, behind the building. You wanna come out where I can see you?”
    Taryn sighed. “I had this under control.”
    Jett tilted his head to the side. “Somehow, I don’t doubt that.” He turned to the first man who spoke. “What does she owe you?”
    The man looked at Jett’s clothes, his tattoos and piercings. The amount he mumbled sounded right, but he looked up at Taryn and waited for her to agree. Pulling his wallet out of his pocket he