Free Bloodlines by Alex Kidwell Page A

the hospital.”
    Sophia’s expression softened. “A wolf sickness?” she murmured, trading looks with the other wolves around the table. “Yes, she would be the best person to go to for that. Frank can give you directions. From here, it’s about two days drive.”
    Redford breathed out in relief, giving her a grateful look. “Thank you.” He hadn’t anticipated it would be that easy. He’d thought he’d have to find someone he didn’t know and gradually get the information out of them. Redford watched as Sophia passed Frank a slip of paper and a pen that she’d retrieved from her handbag, then turned his gaze to the directions Frank was writing down.
    “It’s not exactly just off the highway, so you’ll have to keep an eye out for landmarks,” Frank cautioned. “Once you get into the forest, you’re not far from the compound, though. And if you get lost, you can always use your nose.” He gave Redford a quick grin, passing the paper over to him.
    Redford tried to figure out how he could properly convey how appreciative he was. He reached across the table to shake Frank’s hand. “Thank you,” he repeated. “This really means a lot.”
    “Don’t mention it. We’re all wolves.” Frank smiled easily, leaning back in his chair. “We might separate off into little groups, but we look after our own.”
    “Promise you’ll find us if you need help with anything else,” Sophia insisted, and what else could Redford do but agree? It was odd to him, to have more than one person who wanted to look after his well-being.
    He said his good-byes, and Jed stood with him. Redford didn’t really want to spend any more time in this club than he had to, so he led them toward the door. He noticed Jed giving a longing look toward every dark corner they passed, and a few seconds later, his neck was getting enthusiastically attacked with lips and teeth.
    “You’re so goddamn hot when you’re in charge,” Jed breathed, sucking kisses along the slope of Redford’s throat. “You’ve got me at your beck and call. Be a shame to waste that, wouldn’t it?”
    “Maybe when we’re not in the middle of a club,” he replied, wrapping his arm around Jed, though his steps kept faltering when Jed found a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. Jed knew him far too well.
    “Prude,” Jed teased, but he was smiling as he nipped lightly, just under Redford’s ear. “I wish I could ride you right here and now. Club be damned.”
    That made him stumble even more, and Redford had to gather every shred of willpower he had to make it out the door. They got into the dimly lit hallway, the blinking lights none too kind on his eyes, but Redford was pretty sure it was the perfect place to tug Jed into a proper kiss. Pressing Jed back against the wall, Redford bit at Jed’s lower lip. “You’re terrible for my self-control,” he said, attempting to sound stern. “I was trying to be all confident, but you kept distracting me.”
    “You were confident,” Jed corrected, dropping to his knees. Nuzzling his nose against the front of Redford’s jeans, Jed flashed him a wicked smile in the dim light. Redford was too startled to make a move to haul Jed back to his feet—and he hadn’t been lying, Jed was terrible for his self-control. “And sexy.” He slid his lips along the outline of Redford’s cock, sucking at it through his pants. “And perfect. I barely could watch the crowd, I was so busy looking at you.”
    “Wait, wait a second,” Redford insisted, though he was starting to find it difficult to think. His higher thought functions always started to sink down into the gutter when Jed got going. “Can you—” He broke off, wrapping his hands around Jed’s shoulders and tugging him up again. “I’m just going to get the leash off.”
    He nudged Jed to turn and started plucking at the rope around his neck. “There’s a storage room two steps to your left,” Jed rumbled, green eyes bright in the flickering light,