A Handful of Wolf by Sofia Grey Read Free Book Online

could sleep right here, safe in his arms. That’s how he made her feel, safe . “I always get a bit wild at Mighty Mike’s.”
    “Uh-huh. Can I ask you something?”
    The strobe effect of the streetlights went away with her eyes closed, but she summoned the energy to open them again and peer up at him. His face was in darkness, but she swore his eyes were glowing. Yep, she was buzzing. “Go for it.”
    He pressed a delicate kiss to her temple and then swept an errant strand of hair behind her ear. “Can I see you again?”
    *
    Sasha had an idea that seeing Megan again would lead to trouble, but he tried to justify it to himself. He had an anxious swirl in the pit of his stomach at the thought of the native wolves being discovered. There was something weird about the nightclub. Maybe the drinks were being tampered with? Maybe the large concentration of drunk and horny shifters acted like a magnet to some humans? Jake might know. The cab bowled along the quiet roads and Sasha looked down at the girl asleep on his chest. Was his attraction to her real? His wolf seemed to think so. He knew from Jake how shifters could enter their Mate’s dreams; Jake had romanced Lillian while she slept, and somehow persuaded her to Mate with him. Not only human, but a famous and much admired rock singer, she’d had the world at her feet, but had still fallen in love with his cousin. Sasha rested his chin on the top of Megan’s head and closed his eyes.
    A heartbeat later, Sasha was back in the nightclub with raucous music hammering at his senses, but he ignored it and focused on the woman in his arms. Megan gazed up at him, her eyes dark and hungry. “I wish I could take you home tonight.”
    Holy fuck. She was already dreaming about him. “What would you do with me?” He kept his tone light.
    She wriggled one hand free and palmed his crotch, his dick leaping to attention and pushing against her fingers. “Can’t you guess? I’m so horny. You make me want such bad things.”
    He couldn’t think of a word to describe how badly he wanted her in that moment. He swallowed hard. “Tell me.”
    Her eyes glanced left and right, and then she pointed at an empty sofa against the wall. “There. I want you to fuck me there. In front of the dance floor. It’s dark and they won’t see what we’re doing, but they’ll all be envious of me.”
    It was a struggle to speak clearly. Breathing seemed to be on hold too as Sasha processed the idea. His wolf howled agreement and his cock was throbbing fit to burst. He was probably drooling as well, but he managed to grab her wandering hand and haul her through the crowd toward the sofa. It beckoned to him, calling him like a beacon. “I’m so good with bad,” he said, pleased he’d been able to produce some coherent words amid the raging wave of lust that dominated him.
    A voice made him pause in his tracks. “Excuse me, we’ve arrived.” Sasha forced his eyes to open. The cab driver was talking to him. “Hey, mate. We’re here. You getting out?” Was this a dream? No. His balls ached and he was in danger of permanently castrating himself against his zipper. This was very real. He ran his tongue across dry lips and shook Megan’s shoulder.
    “You’re home.” His voice was gravelly. He swallowed and tried again. “Megan, babe. We’re here. Wake up.”
    “Mmmyeah…okaythanks.” Her words rolled together but she lifted her head and groaned. “I feel sick.” He really wasn’t surprised after how much he’d seen her drink, but he figured if she was going to hurl she’d rather do it in the privacy of her bathroom.
    “Come on, sleepy.” He climbed out and half-pulled, half-carried her until she was clear of the cab, and then helped her to stand. She wobbled and shivered. The night air felt colder here and he shrugged out of his leather jacket, and then draped it around her shoulders. “How much is the fare?”
    It was only when he tore his attention from the swaying girl at his