SixBarkPackTabooMobi by Carys Weldon Read Free Book Online Page A

knew there were spots outside the city, outside the suburbs, where it wasn’t safe for anybody to go. Places where the woods were thick, and dog dens were hidden everywhere. They called it a nature preserve, but the only thing nature had preserved there was a safe haven for wolves to lurk. The cats had all been cleaned out of the area. Even Leo and Tommy didn’t go there. So I knew it was no place for me.
     
     
    Bark opened one eye, and let his lip curl up on one side. “Puss...you think I’d let somebody hurt you... after that ?” The hand that had been holding me to him reached up, slipped around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. He kissed me, looked me in the eye and promised, “They’d have to kill me first.” Then he kissed me some more.
     
     
    Within seconds, we were back to tangoing tongue action.
     
     
    By the time the car came to a halt, I was riding his leg, rubbing him harder and harder and practically begging him to screw me in the car again.
     
     
    “We’re here, sir.” The interruption probably saved us from that. “You want I should come around and get the door?”
     
     
    Barklay eased me off of him, lingering over my lips, looking at the dreaminess in my expression and said, “Yeah. Help me out.”
     
     
    I think that’s when he figured out that I was still high on something, because he reached forward, lifting an eyelid with a thumb. “What did you take?”
     
     
    My hand came up automatically, brushed through my hair. “Does it matter?” I felt good. Purred a little.
     
     
    He didn’t answer.
     
     
    The door opened. He handed me out to his man, who stunk like a pisser. That gave me a rude awakening. Okay, a regular human might not have noticed it, but he was all dog, if you know what I mean.
     
     
    I bounced back into Bark’s arms the minute he was on his feet. He wrapped his husky self around me. It felt great.
     
     
    For the first time in my whole life, I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be. In the right arms. Wanted.
     
     
    The extra Valium I’d popped before leaving Ali’s--the other two I had--made my legs into noodles. Did I forget to mention taking those? No.
     
     
    How the hell else do you think I stayed loose through all that?
     
     
    So, the minute he realized I was having a little trouble getting my balance, he slid his arm to my waist and half carried me toward the cabin.
     
     
    There were a few guys talking in the distance. My ears perked up, but they sounded busy--weren’t talking about me, or us. Bark called out to them, told them to find something to do--some place else to hang out.
     
     
    Before I knew what was happening, or he got me inside, we heard noises, rustling in the bushes, and somebody yelling. Okay, lots of yells, actually, and the flash and snap of a camera. Twice, I think. Not three times, I know that.
     
     
    Bark protected me, held my face with his hand. Swore, threw out an order for them to get the guy.
     
     
    His man took off, hot on the photographer’s trail.
     
     
    Correction, they were all running around. I couldn’t tell how many worked for Bark and who was with the cameraman. But I know some of them were running interference for him as he headed for the trees. It’s like they came out of nowhere, a whole army.
     
     
    Two different packs? All garou, though.
     
     
    Yeah. Talk about a scaredy-cat.
     
     
    Bark got me inside fast. Literally picked me up when my knees totally went out from underneath me.
     
     
    Kicked the door open. Felt like it anyway. I know for a fact he kicked it shut. And he put me on the sofa, checked my eyelids again. I’m thinking that all the other shit was loading up in my system.
     
     
    I told him, “I’m thirsty.”
     
     
    “I’ll get you a drink.” He checked my other eye. “In a minute.” I felt his hand on my pulse. That made me smile. “Leo and Tommy do that.”
     
     
    He growled. Put his nose to my face and said, “Puss--don’t tell me