Free Saving Margaret by Krystal Shannan Page B

least you are twenty. Allan and I have to wait seven years before I come of age to see if we are good matches. And he will turn twenty-five when you do. So I might lose him to someone else before I even have a chance.”
    “Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to,” Margaret assured them and swiped a pair of Maggie’s flip-flops from the closet. She closed the closet door and padded quietly to the bedroom door. Maggie and the O’Brian girls followed behind her.
    His piney scent filled reached her the moment she stepped into the hallway. Her breath caught a little at the top of the stairs. He stood leaning against the wall, all seven feet of heavenly muscled man. His arms were crossed over his chest, stretching his baby blue dress shirt tight across his chest. He’d rolled up the sleeves partially, revealing his corded forearms. A winding tribal tattoo peeked from beneath the rolled cuff on the left.
    I need him.
    She smiled. Her wolf was prancing with glee and agreement.
    A few quick steps brought her face-to-face and she leaned forward, offering her lips. He smiled back and met her halfway. She was standing on the third-to-last stair, making her right at eye-level with her sexy grizzly bear.
    His lips pressed softly against hers and ran his tongue across the seam of hers slowly. She opened to him and reveled in his taste. His tongue danced with hers and she moaned into the kiss. He sucked gently on her bottom lip before pulling away. Her sex ached. She wanted nothing more than to take him home and strip him naked.
    It’s only fair. He’s already seen me.
    Her wolf laughed. “You won’t get any arguments from me.”
    “We are heading back to your house. It’s late.” His gravely voice vibrated through her. “Chris and Allan are coming, too,” he added with a frown.
    The disappointment knocked her libido out cold. Damn . The same thought was reflected in his dark brown eyes. She sighed and nodded.
    After politely bidding everyone good evening, she followed Scott out of the Michaels’s house. The chilled night air sent a shiver across her skin.
    “You okay?”
    “Yes, fine. Just a little cool.”
    He nodded and open the passenger door of his truck for her.
    She climbed in, glaring at Chris and Allan as they walked to the truck parked next to Scott’s. What she would do for some time alone with her mate.
    “I think they’re enjoying the fact that they’re frustrating us.”
    Margaret snorted. “I’m sure they are. Bastards.”
    A chuckle rumbled from Scott’s chest as he pulled out of the Michaels’s driveway, sending delicious vibrations of excitement through her body.
    “Glad to hear it’s not just me.”
    Heat rose in her cheeks and she swallowed. It wasn’t just him at all.
    “Your father believes the Council is stalking you as well. He thinks the wolf outside your window is another Council agent.”
    “My father is loyal to the Demakis family and the pack is loyal to my father. He’s been with Demakis since the Vegas Pack was formed.”
    “He’s concerned they’ll come after you to blackmail him.”
    “He’s going to get Peter away from them isn’t he?”
    He nodded and she sighed.
    “Tonight?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m going to work tomorrow.”
    Another growl rumbled through the cab of the truck, but he didn’t speak. She crossed her arms over her chest, preparing for an argument. Neither the Council, nor her father, or her soon-to-be-mate would keep her from fulfilling her responsibilities at work. The Council wouldn’t try anything out in public. She was probably safer at work than at home.
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    Another restless and unfulfilled night resulted in a very cranky wolf. And, as sexually frustrated as she’d been when she arrived this morning, when Andrew Savorcha walked through the lobby doors with his two bear-shifter bodyguards, she knew her day was really shot to hell. Andrew wasn’t a shifter himself, more of a human-supernatural Council consort