Broken Wolf: Moonbound Series, Book Seven by Krystal Shannan, Camryn Rhys Read Free Book Online

know men like this Petrov. He doesn’t care what his slave says.” She pointed in front of them. “Your focus is on your path. She stays behind you. You know she’s there. You don’t need to check on her. You have power over her. She will always be behind you.”
    He rolled one shoulder and took in a deep breath. She’s behind me. She will always be behind me .
    “It is not necessary for Master-slave relationships to be sexual. In fact, it’s not uncommon for their interactions to be without play or without orgasm.”
    With a low breath, Andrea said, “Then they’re not any fun.”
    Natalja shared a smile with Vadik, even though she probably wanted to point out that Andrea shouldn’t be cracking jokes.
    Still, he couldn’t disagree.
    “I’ve done some dabbling, myself.” Vadik settled his eyes on the street corner. “There was a club in Irkutsk where one of my colleagues sometimes went.”
    “So you’ve at least seen it done right.” Natalja waved in one of the big windows they passed. A butcher shop.
    He saw someone behind a counter wave back.
    “I have to ask, since you seem to know everyone,” Andrea said, “Is everyone here… in your pack?”
    “Not everyone.” Natalja waved at a car as they crossed the street and said with a big smile, “But we’re all family, of some kind, even if it’s back in Poland a hundred years ago.”
    “Do they all know what you are? Because I have to say, I’ve never seen anyone shift in front of humans more than your brother.” Sarcasm laced her words, but there was something hidden under that sarcasm.
    Natalja laughed. “That’s Niko for you. Any chance to get naked and show off for the girls.” She pointed up at a big brick building and halted them on the sidewalk. “The guy who owns this place is one. But no, no one outside the pack knows what we are. Still, they’re family.”
    The vertical sign running up the side of the building read Diva Dallas in big, red, block letters on a black background. The curtains were drawn in the rooms above, but there was a big picture window on the first floor. One ornate gold dress hung on a headless mannequin, surrounded by hanging stars.
    “ Diva Dallas ?” Andrea asked.
    With a smirk, Natalja opened the door. “Come on in, honey. You’re going to love it.”
    Vadik was about to step aside and usher Andrea in to the building when he remembered Niko’s sister warning him, she stays behind you .
    He wasn’t sure a few hours of conditioning would break through his desire to have her in front of him. But he would sure as hell try.

Chapter Five
    F our hours . Four straight hours of shopping. Vadik was pretty certain that hell would be a nonstop parade of stores and Natalja with a cattle prod, forcing him from one to the next, for eternity. For certain, when Luther had called him about the job, the last place he had expected to be was trying on expensive suits. Or watching a gorgeous woman slither in and out of sexy outfits. Damn.
    He closed his eyes and repeated to himself, it is not necessary to be sexual . Forget all the Babushka stuff, he was going to need a little Natalja in his head if he was going to get through the night alive.
    It is not. Necessary. To be sexual.
    He stepped out of the car and waited on the street, facing the club’s dark brick façade. Let Andrea step out behind you . Don’t look back .
    Not that he needed to see her. The visual of her outfit was etched into his brain and he was fairly certain it would never be erased.
    She had slithered in to a latex bodysuit with an intricate pattern of small half-moon holes, from her ankle to her wrist, and across… holy fuck… every inch of her damn body. From several feet away, it looked like a pattern on the fabric, but from up close, he could see every follicle of her fine, blonde hair.
    Shit. He needed a Siberian Boner Killer.
    When she’d tried it on in the store, he’d had to look away.
    Natalja had promised it wouldn’t be sexual, and then