Free Betting on Julia (A Melville Sisters Novel) (Entangled Covet) by Nina Croft Page A

fault anyway.”
    Christ, she was talking to Thing now.
    But what if he kept coming around? What if lunch with her sisters didn’t scare him off? What were her other options?
    He claimed he wasn’t ready for a relationship. Just wanted to be friends. Would he have kissed her tonight if she hadn’t dragged him down that alley and forcibly kissed him first?
    Perhaps she could frighten him off? Come on really strong and desperate.
    And what about kinky?
    Hadn’t he said his old girlfriend had wanted stuff he wasn’t willing to do? What if she suddenly decided she wanted weird stuff as well? She’d honestly never thought about it. Now she imagined Sebastian chained to the railings on her bed. His long body stretched out taut. He’d be naked and his…
    Thing was growling now, swiping at her with sharp claws.
    “Okay, okay, I’ll only go kinky as a last resort.” Not only because Thing wasn’t on board with the idea but because she was a little bit scared she might enjoy it and she wasn’t ready to face yet another gargantuan character flaw.
    So first, she’d try the I’m-a–nice-girl-and-I-want-to-get-married-right-now approach. Though it might be a little difficult to pull off the nice girl after letting him rip her panties off in an alley with God knew who looking on.
    So she needed a plan B : buy herself a whip and a set of handcuffs and terrify the life out of the poor man.
    A girl had to do what a girl had to do.
    She could manage this. Only problem was she didn’t want to scare him off, she wanted to have sex with him.
    Life wasn’t fair.

Chapter Seven
    You know you could be fucking her right now?
    Bastian gritted his teeth. “The plan isn’t to fuck her, it’s to make her fall in love with me.”
    Yeah, but the way to a woman’s heart is through her—
    “Butt out of it, Dante.”
    But you need all the help you can get.
    “Yeah, maybe, but what I fail to understand is why the hell you would help me anyway? I win, and it follows that you lose.”
    What can I say—I’m a generous guy.
    “Of course you are.”
    He poured himself a scotch, swallowed it, and then a second, but he still felt on edge.
    Maybe you should call Melanie?
    “Fuck off,” he snarled. He craved the release of sex but not with Melanie. What he desired was sweet, blond, and wholesome. And he couldn’t risk taking her right now with the darkness so close.
    No, he would have to find another form of release. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and punched in a number.
    “Colin? It’s Sebastian. Any chance of a fight?”
    “When.”
    “Now.”
    “Come on over. We’ve got some wolves in the house tonight.”
    “Perfect.”
    “I’ll save one for you.”
    “Make it two,” he said and ended the call.
    Ballsy.

    He crashed into the back of the cage and the crowd roared. For a moment, he rested, regaining his breath while the two men watched him warily. Though they weren’t men. They were werewolves.
    He hated werewolves.
    The fights took place in a huge cavernous basement beneath a factory in the east end of London. The crowd was a mix of humans and Supes, though it was hard to tell the difference.
    There was big money attached to the illegal fights. Sebastian had made quite a name for himself but even so, the odds would have been good because he was taking on two at once and that had never been done.
    But he’d craved the extra level of violence, was aware it was the only thing that would allow him to banish Dante and give himself some peace.
    Spoilsport.
    There were very few rules to the fights. Any moves were allowed, and Sebastian’s style was a combination of various martial arts he’d picked up in his long life, mixed in with a straightforward-attack approach. Of course, the weres weren’t allowed to shift. That would give the game away to the humans in the audience. But even in their human forms, they were far stronger and faster than normal men. They also tended to have an aggressive streak, which made them