SavageLust by Desiree Holt Read Free Book Online

though, he guessed Sophia wanted him to know they
were both there to back him up. When he walked in, she smiled and gave him a
friendly wink.
    We’re a team.
    Sometimes he had trouble remembering that, despite his
emotional isolation, these people still had his back.
    Clint was busy prepping the bar for early evening customers.
He looked up as Dante walked by and pointed to a corner booth on the other side
of the room. Okay, she was early. Good. Dante nodded his thanks and made his
way past the tables.
    Regan Fortune was sitting with her hands clasped in front of
her, head bowed. Her body was rigid with a tension he was far too familiar
with. She turned her head as he approached.
    And out of nowhere, a shocking bolt of lust zapped through
his body. A tidal wave that slammed into every one of his senses.
    What the fuck ?
    He didn’t know what he’d expected her to look like, but
whatever it was, this wasn’t it. Even seated he could guess she was fairly
tall. A quick glance told him she wore very little makeup, but with her
coloring, she didn’t need it. Her rich golden hair was pulled back in a tail
that accented high cheekbones and the sculpted lines of her face. The deep
purple of her sweater brought out flecks of that color in her hazel eyes. Eyes
framed by sweeps of thick lashes. Rich, full lips completed the lovely vision.
    In the five years since Felicia’s death, he had been a
completely asexual creature. The sexiest women in the world could have stood
naked before him and his dick would have hung like a dead appendage, his body
cold to any attraction. As far as he was concerned, his libido had died and was
buried with his wife.
    So how did it happen that this woman, someone he’d never met
before, could elicit such a reaction? And now, of all times?
    His teammates who were shifters would have said she was
“calling to his wolf”. That she was destined to be his mate. But he was
one-hundred-percent human. Was it possible the same type of connection existed
outside the shifter world?
    Making a deliberate effort to push all those thoughts from
his brain, he pulled himself together. “Regan Fortune?”
    She looked up at him. “Yes. And you’re Mr. Martello?”
    “Dante. Please.” He reached out a hand to shake hers. And
was nearly knocked off his feet by the bolt of heat that shot through him. It
took every bit of control he had not to react.
    But she felt it too. He saw it in the widening of her eyes,
the shocked look on her face. She withdrew her hand at once.
    Hoping nothing showed on his face, he slid onto the seat
across from her. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. Would you like
something to drink?”
    “No.” Anger vibrated from every line of her body but what he
noticed more was the combination of fear and anguish in her eyes. “Thank you,
but this isn’t a social event.”
    “As you wish.”
    She drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, a movement
that called attention to the outline of her breasts beneath the sweater. Dante’s
long-dormant cock once again decided to make itself known. Thank god for the
barrier of his jeans and the protection of the booth. But he needed to get
control of himself.
    Think of Felicia.
    “I checked with your boss in Chicago,” she began. “He
vouched for you, which is the only reason I’m here. But I’m sure you can
understand why I still need to see some identification.” Her lips twisted in a
bitter expression. “Although I wouldn’t put it past some reporter to buy phony
credentials to get to me.”
    Anticipating something like this, Dante had taken his badge
wallet from the drawer in his suite where he still kept it. Now he pulled it
out of his pocket, opened it and placed it on the table in front of her.
    “I assure you, this is the real thing. You can even take my
picture with your phone and send it to Chicago, if you’d like.”
    Giving her a moment to study his shield, he took out a Night
Seekers business card and placed it beside the