Black Market Bear (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Genesis Valley Book 2) by Amelia Jade Read Free Book Online Page B

pinning his arms to his side. With a roar, Ajax jumped, pulling his feet to his stomach, then lashing out with them to hit the shifter coming at him. This combined to send all three shifters flying. The one he hit tripped over his prone comrade and went down into a nearby table, glassware and liquid flying everywhere.
    Ajax and the shifter whose arms were around him were less lucky. They went backward, right over the edge of the lip and down onto the dance floor, scattering patrons as they went. His rage slipping free of its cage, Ajax got to his feet first, grabbing the man he had landed on and with another triumphant roar, he hurled him across the dance floor and into the bar. The shifter thumped off the top of the bar and half-slid half-flew into the wall of alcohol bottles behind it. The sounds of dozens of bottles breaking was deafening, and it told the crowd that the night was over. A panic ensued as they stampeded for the exits.
    With a growl, Ajax leapt back up to where he had been, tackling the remaining shifter before he could close on Arianna. With the civilians dispersing she was no longer hidden among them, and he knew they would use her for leverage if they could get their hands on her.
    He hit the man in the waist, and they both went down, falling awkwardly among the furniture. Ajax felt one of his fingers give way as it caught on the corner of a table that was bolted down, but he shunted the pain aside, pulling back his other fist to deliver a blow.
    It never landed, though, as the shifter who had taken his feet to the chest returned to the fray with a kick to Ajax’s ribs that sent him sprawling.
    “Ajax come on. Let’s get out of here!” Arianna shouted from behind him.
    “I am in complete agreement,” he muttered, taking a deep breath and then wincing as his right side protested the movement.
    He needed to end it, and end it now. His initial thought that the shifters were just big, untrained lackeys was turning out to be slightly unfounded. They had enough to make the odds against him unpleasant.
    Readying himself, he began to circle his opponents, banking on them not having any true combat training. As he stepped slowly to his right, the pair of them shuffled to keep him in front of them. He breathed a sigh of relief internally. If they had known what they were doing, they would have split up, preventing him from doing that.
    Behind him he heard glass breaking and sliding all over the place. The music had gone quiet at some point he realized, allowing him to hear the third shifter getting to his feet. Arianna was sticking behind him, and he was relying on her to let him know if anyone came at his back.
    With a roar, Ajax charged, giving no warning at all to his opponents. Just like he had hoped, they flinched at the noise. It wasn’t much, but the hesitation was enough for him to exploit. He bodily slammed into the first shifter, the force of his charge sending him back to collide heavily with the wall. The second turned, throwing his fist at Ajax’s face, but he brushed the blow aside, taking just a grazing hit off the shoulder.
    In return, his fist slammed into the bottom of the man’s jaw in a vicious uppercut that knocked at least one tooth loose, and sent the guard into the air and then straight down to the floor in a heap.
    “Time to go!” he shouted, picking Arianna up off her feet before she could protest and making a mad dash for the door.
    Behind him, the guard covered in shards of glass recovered enough to come at him, vaulting the bar and charging after them. He was too far though; they would be outside before he caught them.
    From his arms, he heard what sounded like a giggle.
    “Are you…laughing?” he asked, shocked that she didn’t seem more worried at the situation.
    “Actually, I’m trying not to,” she said.
    They burst through the doors without issue, the regular security well aware that they were outclassed by Ajax and not even bothering. The sight of what awaited them