How Not to Date a Skunk by Stephanie Burke Read Free Book Online

lover was so very naked and powerful…
    “Yes, Chaska.” Bilana almost missed the young one’s words as she temporarily lost herself in lusting after her lover’s body. But as he spoke, her eyes turned once again to the drama unfolding around her.
    “Then you will rise up, make your apologies and leave. The elders will be waiting for you.”
    “But — but…” the young warrior stammered. “I — I am naked —”
    “And it didn’t bother you to attack her when she was naked. Don’t bother lying, because your scent tells me everything I need to know.”
    Wiago’s head hit the floor with a thump, then Chaska snapped at him again. “I said now!”
    The young one moved so fast it was almost like the blur when he transformed.
    But instead of turning into a huge skunk, he rose to his feet and, hunched over, moved before Bilana.
    “I — I —” He looked over his shoulder at Chaska, who only crossed his arms, standing tall, naked, and proud as he shot Wiago a wicked glare.
    “I humbly — I humbly apologize,” Wiago managed in a rush. Suddenly all Bilana’s fear of this kid, because yes, he was powerful and big, but he was only a kid, fled.
    Bilana crossed her arms and stared down at him until he began to squirm, until his head dropped so low she was amazed he could still meet her eyes, until his cock tried to crawl up into his body, dragging his balls along behind it for safety.
    And then she smirked.
    “And if I do not accept his apology?” she asked, speaking over his head and turning her gaze to her lover.
    “Then I will have to beat him until he is pitiful enough for you to take mercy on him.”
    Bilana snorted. “Believe me, the way I am feeling right now, mate, it would be no hardship for me to watch. What do you do in real life, anyway?” she asked suddenly.
    “Not like this isn’t real life, but every day can’t be turning into a skunk and kicking young, stupid ass.”
    “I am Le Nez.” He grinned. “A perfumer, a nose.”
    “Why am I not surprised?” She chuckled.
    “I travel the world looking for exotic fragrances to blend into my creations. Some are for health and well-being, others are for enjoyment, and others are to enhance sensuality.”
    “Mmm.” She purred, almost forgetting the squirming kid before her.
    “Yeah.” He chuckled, inhaling in her direction. “I got a chemistry degree and a botany master’s and everything.”
    “Ohh, an educated man.”
    “Damn right.” He chuckled. “And they pay me a hellishly large sum of money to do what comes naturally.”
    “So you are very independent. I like that.”
    “I thought you would.” He paused. “So… are Native studies the scope of your interest? I know I could show you some places in Senegal that would make your mind explode with the beauty. And the tribes in the Congo…”
    “Um,” Wiago interjected, looking from one to the other with confusion on his face. “Apology?”
    “Mind explode?” She moved around the kid almost as if he was only an afterthought and moved closer to her mate. “You can explode my mind?”
    “Yeah,” he breathed, scenting her again as he uncrossed his arms and let them drift to his side, standing unthreateningly before her. “Sunsets in Japan, sunrises in India, the beauty of the desert at dusk, the majesty of the mountains of Tibet at dawn…”
    “Hey?” Now that the danger seemed to have past for Wiago, he was beginning to rebound in a youthful, exuberant, and all too annoying way, to Bilana’s thinking.
    “Apologizing?”
    “Then you will stand there until she is ready to accept!” Chaska suddenly zeroed in on the young one and roared, and Wiago curled up into a standing ball of misery once more. “If she makes you stand there naked and ashamed for an hour, you will do so until she is ready to accept your apology! And don’t think I can’t scent where she knocked you on your ass, boy. Her aggression is that much more powerful than yours.”
    “God.” Bilana shuddered