Untamed Delights Page 3

Madisyn braced her elbows on the bar. “Did your night with Rosemary go badly?”

Affronted, Dominic straightened. “My nights never end badly.”

She rolled her eyes again. “I’m not implying that she didn’t thoroughly enjoy herself. I mean, was she upset that you didn’t stay the night or something?”

Dominic thought about it for a moment. “I didn’t get that impression from her.”

Dante looked at Trey. “How did Emmet sound? Pissed? Upset?”

“Perfectly civil,” said Trey. “There was no undercurrent of anger. I’ll call him tomorrow morning and arrange a meeting. The sooner we find out what this is all about, the better.”

A curvy blonde appeared and set a tray of empty glasses on the bar. “Hey, guys.”

Dominic smiled at the waitress. “Charlene. Looking pretty as always.” The fox shifter had been a friend of his for years, and he’d helped her get the job here.

“I do, don’t I?” She tilted her head. “What brings you here tonight? You don’t come often.”

“I’m here on bodyguard duty.” He gestured at the bunch of females from his pack who were breaking out all kinds of moves on the dance floor. They paused as the DJ made an announcement over the speaker, and then the whole crowd was cheering.

Perfect, soulful notes danced through the air, snaring Dominic’s total attention. Damn, nothing about that voice would bring a person peace. No, it would bring thoughts of satin sheets and soft skin. That voice was pure sex. Raw, rich, and scratchy with a suppressed power.

He glanced at the stage, seeking the source of the sound. No lie, his heart jumped when he found it. With her hauntingly beautiful blue eyes, full red mouth, olive complexion, and the riot of glossy corkscrew curls that were such a deep brown they were almost black, the female made him think of a painting he’d once seen of a gypsy fortune-teller. Her dark eyeliner and heavy eyeshadow only made her look that much more mysterious, exotic, and elusive.

Soft and supple with legs up to her shoulders, she moved with a sensual, catlike grace as she glided across the stage like a wisp of air. She wasn’t his type. Too thin. Too fine boned. Almost fragile looking. But he had to admit there was something very bewitching about her. And when she sang . . . fuck, those dark, velvety, breathy vocals seemed to sink into his bones and thicken his blood.

And now he was rock hard.

“Who’s that?” he asked Charlene.

The fox’s smile faltered. “Her name is Mila Devereaux.”

“Devereaux?” He knew that name. He looked at Madisyn. “Is she part of Vinnie’s pride?” At Madisyn’s nod, he pursed his lips. Hmm. That meant Mila was likely a pallas cat. Interesting.

Most would have been put off by that. Cute, cranky, and crazy, pallas cat shifters had quite a reputation. Their inner felines looked like overstuffed plush toys. All you wanted to do was pick them up and give them a cuddle. That would be a bad move—especially since they were highly antisocial and somewhat unstable. When they attacked, they became a demented creature straight out of the bowels of hell.

One thing that could be said for them was that they didn’t start trouble. But they would always end it, and that ending was never good for their foe. Those snuggly little suckers would bite off your hand and eat it while looking you dead in the eye.

“She has a really distinctive voice,” Dominic added. “How long has she been performing here?” He hadn’t seen her before.

“Not long,” replied Charlene. “So anyway . . .” The fox chattered on and on, and Dominic nodded in the appropriate places, but his attention was on Mila. She absolutely fucking owned that stage, and his wolf found her rather entrancing.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?” Charlene sighed.

Dominic blinked. “Sure I am. I’m just enjoying the show.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.” Her brow furrowed. “She’s not your usual type.”

True. Curvy Charlene was more his type—which was why they’d had a fling many, many years ago. “Doesn’t mean I’m not still appreciating the view.”

At that moment, the song tapered off, and the crowd once more went wild. Mila launched right into another song—this one more upbeat, which had people going crazy on the dance floor.

Charlene swiped the tray off the bar. “Got more glasses to collect. See you guys later.”

“Later,” said Dominic. He glanced at Madisyn. “Is Mila mated?”

Dante sighed heavily. “You have a group of females sitting at your table, waiting for you to get your ass back over there.”

Yeah, well, none of them really appealed to Dominic. No matter what others thought, he wouldn’t fuck anything that moved.

“Aren’t you tired of flings and one-night stands?” asked Dante. “Honestly?”

Tired? A little. Dominic had perfected the art of seduction long ago. It was like a dance, in some sense. But for a while now he’d become bored with the steps. Bored of the song. Bored of how easy it all was. But he had no wish to dive into a relationship, which meant keeping things shallow and simple.

As Dominic didn’t like “talks,” he asked airily, “Why would I be?”

The Beta’s mouth thinned. “You know, I once thought something serious might come of you and Charlene.”

Dominic’s brows drew together. “Why?”

“Because you kept her around for longer than a month.”

That hadn’t been out of some deep interest in the fox. Back then, Charlene had been much like him—in no rush to mate and happy to stick with flings. Later, that had changed for her, and she was now fully imprinted on a lion shifter who Dominic kind of liked. Dominic, however, hadn’t changed.

“By behaving like a player, you’re cheapening yourself.”

Dominic shot his Beta a glare. Okay, Dominic might come across as a player, but . . . “I’m not some asshole who treats women like they’re sex objects or something.”

“No, you’re not,” Dante conceded. “You show a girl a good time. You treat her with respect, you don’t play games, and you don’t lead her on. Which is probably why I’ve yet to hear any female talk smack about you. But you don’t give them even a little bit of you. You just give them the illusion that they know you.”

“Illusion?”

Trey nodded. “On the surface, you’re social and open, so no one expects you to have secrets. But you’re not really such a simple creature, and you have more boundaries than most.”

“If growing old alone will make you happy, keep going as you are,” said Dante. “But if it won’t, get your shit together.”

Dominic bristled. “You talk like I’m a middle-aged guy clinging to his freedom.”

“I just don’t want you to become that guy,” said Dante. “But you’re on that path.”

Dominic snorted. “You’re only on my ass because I’m the last unattached adult male in the pack. Just because the rest of you are mated doesn’t mean it’s wrong that I’m not. And just because all of you are happy in your mating doesn’t mean that being single makes me unhappy.”

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