Free Heat Rising: A KinKaid Wolf Pack Story by Jessica Lee Page B

quirk of a smile on his face, Kaleb glanced over his shoulder. “Is that all you got?” He narrowed his gaze on the bald guy determined to meld his skin to Kaleb’s. “That’s your line?” Kaleb wagged his index finger at the other dude. This was too funny. Or maybe it was freaky? Kaleb wasn’t quite sure what he should be feeling at the moment other than the nice buzz spinning inside his skull.
    “That’s all I need.” Baldy reached up, and with one beefy hand, palmed Kaleb’s neck. He pulled him in, his nostrils flaring. “I know a sub when I see one. And, pup, I can tell you’re just itching for someone to call Daddy.”
    Kaleb didn’t know how it was even possible, but the other guy inched in closer, making sure Kaleb knew exactly what he was packing behind the leather. Fuck. Awkward much?
    “And I’ve got everything you need to have you screaming for your papa right here,” the big guy added with a flex of his hips against Kaleb’s lower back for emphasis.
    Okay… Buzz kill.
    Baldy had to give it a rest.
    “Listen…” Kaleb said, about to tell the Dom what he could do with that dick of his when another set of hands landed on the guy’s shoulders.
    “Back. The. Hell. Off,” a dark voice stated, each word uttered with lethal intensity. Baldy stiffened, then slowly turned, revealing the intruder standing behind him. For a split-second, hazel eyes flashing with heat met Kaleb’s gaze, then flicked back to the guy between them.
    Landry.
    “And who the fuck are you to tell me to do anything?” Baldy jutted his chin and stuck his face in Landry’s.
    “He’s mine,” Landry snarled, not giving an inch.
    A shiver ran down Kaleb’s spine at the declaration. Holy hell, he liked the way those two words sounded on Landry’s lips. Way too damn much.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    What the fuck was Kaleb doing there?
    Landry had nearly lost it when he’d walked away from Arick only to spot Kaleb sitting at the bar, his thick auburn hair bound at the nape and brushing the leather of his black biker jacket. No way those broad shoulders belonged to anyone other than Dalton.
    The fact alone that the male must have followed him to the club was enough to piss Landry off, but to find him with another man draped over his shoulder… Then the guy had possessed the actual fucking balls to rub his dick against Kaleb. Yeah, his thermostat was pegged out and about to blow.
    Beads of sweat popped on Landry’s brow, driven out by the murderous rage coursing through his veins. But he wasn’t about to even blink in front of the shifter Dom known around there as Brick and give him the slightest impression Landry was anything other than unflinching when it came to the male at the bar.
    “Yours, huh?” The corner of Brick’s mouth twitched. “I don’t see a collar.”
    “Yet,” Landry stated with an extra sharp “t” and lifted a brow.
    Brick’s gaze narrowed, then a slow nod finally formed. “All right, then.” He gave Kaleb a final once over. “I suggest you mark your property a little better next time.” He pivoted away and sauntered out into the crowd.
    That’s when Kaleb popped and weaved off the barstool. “Your property?” His lip curled in disgust. “Seriously?” He sidled up to Landry’s chest, inches from his face. “In your fucking dreams.”
    Deep breaths. You can’t kill him here, Michaels. Too many witnesses.
    “Outside,” Landry snapped, his voice hushed, yet leaving no doubt he meant for Kaleb to obey.
    “The moment you drove off our lands tonight, you lost the right to give me orders.” Kaleb sneered.
    Landry leaned in, his lips nearly brushing Kaleb’s. “You either leave with me right now or be dragged away on your ass.” For a moment, neither of them twitched. And honestly, Landry didn’t give a shit who came out on top because the outcome would still be the same. Kaleb would be exiting the place. The mode of transportation was up to him.
    “Fine,” Kaleb spat. “I’m sick