Free Alpha's Last Fight: A Paranormal Shapeshifter BBW Romance by Aubrey Rose, Molly Prince Page B

gaze sweeping over my dress. I opened my mouth to ask them, but something in the guy’s look made me hesitate. He pulled his friend over my way.
    “Hey, babe,” he said. “You lost?”
    “I’m trying to find a phone,” I said nervously. “I need to call a cab.”
    “Cab? Ah, you can’t find a cab around here,” the other friend said, waving his hand dismissively in the air.
    “You need a ride home?” the first guy said, grinning.
    “I—” I was about to say no, but looking out at the quickly thinning crowd, I changed my mind. “Sure. I live over on the west side of town.”
    “What a coincidence,” the guy said. “Mikey here lives on the west side.”
    “Thank you,” I said, relief washing over me.
    I followed them outside and around the side of the warehouse. The lights in the parking lot were dim, and I walked carefully to not stumble over any potholes. Finally we reached the back corner of the lot.
    “This is my ride,” the guy named Mikey said, leaning against his car. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered me one. I shook my head. He lit his own and began to puff away. I stood with my arms crossed, waiting for them to unlock the door.
    “I—uh, thank you,” I said. “For giving me a ride.”
    “Sure thing,” the first guy said, coming over to stand in front of me. “Before you head out, though, maybe we could have a little fun.”
    “Fun?” I looked over at Mikey, who turned to stroll away, blowing cigarette smoke in the air.
    “You don’t want to end the night without a little fun,” the man said. His hand reached out for my thigh, and when I tried to twist away he planted his legs on either side of me, blocking my path. He leaned in and I recoiled against the side of the car.
    “No,” I said, panic rising in my chest. “This—this was a misunderstanding. Sorry, I just wanted to get home.”
    “Well, sure,” the man said. He was touching me now, his hand sliding down to cup my ass. “But a ride home, you think that’s free? That’s not free.”
    “Let me go,” I said, trying to push him away. He grabbed my arm and shoved me hard against the car. My hip hit metal and a shock of pain ran through me. Adrenaline pumped hard in my veins, and I could feel the monster simmering up through my body.
    “Come on now, baby,” he said.
    “I’m not your baby. Let me go!”
    “Ooh, you’re a fighter. That why you came here? To watch a fight? Or to have a little fight?” He leaned close to me, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I tried desperately to keep myself from shifting. I hadn’t let the monster out in so long, and I didn’t want to now, unless it was my last chance. I could get out of this myself. “We can do a little fighting, if that’s what you’re into.”
    He swept one leg between my thighs, pushing hard against me. His erection pressed into my leg.
    “I haven’t had a good fight in a while,” he said, his eyes gleaming. His fingers pulled up on the hem of my dress.
    “Don’t—”
    “Try to stop me, just you try,” he whispered. “It’ll be fun if you try just a little.”
    I breathed in hard. The monster was right there. Right there. All I had to do was let my guard down, just a crack—
    “Hello, boys!”
    The man spun away from me, and I swallowed the monster back inside. My hands trembled as the guy stepped away, letting me go.
    Standing in the middle of the parking spot next to us was the fighter that I’d run into, the one who had pointed to me.
    Hutch.
    “Hutch, you dog!” Mikey went strolling over to the fighter. He tossed his cigarette butt down, grinding it out with his heel.
    “What are you two lunatics doing sticking around after a fight?”
    “We were just having a little fun,” the guy next to me said.
    Hutch looked straight at me, and his eyes seemed to look right through my face into my other self. His brow bled from a cut he’d gotten during the fight, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all. I was