Temptation (Journal of the Wolves of Spruce Hollow) by Tarrah Betts Read Free Book Online Page A

strong that I would take a bullet for one of them in a second and they, me.
    Of course, I would be pretty pissed and would have to kill the fucker who shot me though.
    The mood between us tonight was jovial and light. We traded barbs back and forth from the moment I sat down, like just brothers were supposed to do.
    Caver was in fine form tonight, the sarcastic bastard. Caver was five years younger than me and was a scrappy little smartass. Whenever Caver was around, a fight was bound to follow at some point.
    He was full of piss and vinegar and had never met a fight he didn’t back down from. Sometimes I thought that he enjoyed coming out with us, not for the socializing or the women but for the physical release of the fist-fights that invariably seemed to follow him around.
    Physically, he looked like he could be my actual biological brother with dark hair and blue eyes. His hair was longer than mine though and his eyes were a darker shade of blue, but anyone making a quick cursory glance wouldn’t have noticed the minor differences between us.
    Griff called him a pretty boy and I thought that was an understatement because the women absolutely loved Caver and he loved them right back. He had to scrape them off with a stick most days.
    Oh, who was I kidding, the more the merrier in Caver’s eyes. Threesomes, Foursomes, married women, strippers; Caver was a man who experienced it all.
    He was a confident lady’s man who always had several women on the go at the same time. He was one Were that certainly wasn’t hoping to meet his mate any time soon; it would ruin all his fun.
    It was funny that Caver, Griff and I were best friends, because while Caver and I looked alike, our personalities were very different.
    Griff, on the other hand, looked nothing like me, with shoulder length blond hair and grey eyes, yet our personalities were very much the same with both of us being more serious types with a strong sense of duty to the pack.
    Between the two of them, there was no one else on this earth that I trusted more.
    Tonight, we painted quite a sight. Six muscular, full-grown male Weres crammed into the large corner booth at the back of the bar. It was the great strategic spot, one that allowed us a little privacy but still had a perfect vantage point from which to watch the girls on the dance floor.
    We sat there so often that it was kind of “unofficially” our booth.
    We were a rowdy, loud bunch as I poured myself a beer from the first pitcher and we all clinked glasses while Caver let out a short, barking howl. It was a full moon and we were jovial and full of anticipation for the night’s hunt with the rest of the pack later on.
    Laughing at Caver’s antics and enjoying the brotherhood that my pack mates and I shared, I finally started to relax and let go of my earlier argument with Aspen.
    It was going to be a good night, I could feel it.
    I was sitting at our booth two hours later, my head buzzing and my crotch slightly hard from watching these two girls grinding against one another on the dance floor. Two blondes with big breasts, Caver’s favorite.
    I’m sure he would be bringing one or possibly both of them home later.
    They were fairly entertaining and had been making out with one another on the dance floor while running their hands all over each other. The beat pounded in my ears as they rolled their hips in time to the music.
    It was hypnotic and called to the basest of my urges and I vaguely wondered if they were really lesbians or was it just for show? Because I’d seen plenty of young women exploring their sexuality while intoxicated in an attempt to garner male attention.
    Lesbian or not, it was interesting to watch and turned me on.
    I usually dulled my senses when we were out in public like this but I could smell these two girls, it was hard to tone them out with their sexuality rolling off them in undulating waves, so I opened my senses wide and let their smell wash over me. Their scent was feminine