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had butted heads numerous times.
"I wouldn't provoke me if I were you, Beowulf. One of
these times I may get the upper hand and your days of
playing the high and mighty leader will be finished."
"I'd like to see you try. If you're done antagonizing me,
Gren, either say what you have on your mind or get the hell
out of my club."
Taking a step back, Gren gave a sly smile. "I hear you
have a new woman friend. A mortal human woman to be
exact."
Grabbing the front of his shirt, Beowulf slammed Gren up
against the bar. He growled in warning. "You will stay the
fuck away from her. You come within a foot of her, I'll rip
your throat out."
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"I do believe this woman means a great deal to you. Has
the great Beowulf lost his heart to a mortal? She must be
extraordinary if that's the case. When do I get to meet her?"
Realizing they were drawing the attention of the non-pack
patrons in the club, Beowulf relaxed his hold on the other
man. "Outside. Now." Knowing Gren would follow, he
marched outside and headed for the back alley.
* * * *
Her body still throbbing from release, Roxie gathered up
her scattered clothes and quickly dressed. There was no way
she was going to stand there naked waiting for Beowulf to
return. And that had been one hell of an orgasm. The man
had a magical tongue and he sure knew how to use it. Oral
sex usually wasn't a big deal to Roxie. She didn't mind going
down on a guy, in fact, she found it a turn on, but having a
guy go down on her never did anything for her. She never
reached an orgasm that way. She had thought she was
defective in that area. But she hadn't been today. That fact
alone made her want to keep Beowulf around. If oral sex was
that great with him, lovemaking should be mind-blowing.
Hearing raised voices coming from the direction of the
back alley, Roxie walked over to the room's only window and
pushed back the curtains to look out. The window had a bird's
eye view of the alley below and what she saw was a
disturbing sight. Beowulf stood at the back end of the alley
confronting what looked like a huge dog. Peering closer, Roxie
realized that was no dog. The thing had to be a wolf, but it
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was the largest wolf she had ever seen. What would a wolf be
doing in the middle of downtown San Francisco?
As she watched, the wolf took a menacing step toward
Beowulf. It growled and its rusty brown fur bristled around its
large neck. When Beowulf made no move to escape, a chill
went down Roxie's spine. Turning back to the room, she
searched for something she could use as a weapon. Her eyes
landed on the half empty bottle of wine sitting in the ice
bucket. Snatching it up, she walked out of the room.
Not wanting to be seen because of the way she was
dressed, Roxie stealthily made her way downstairs and out
the back door of the club. After quietly shutting the door
behind her, she froze. There were now two large wolves in
the alley. A coal black wolf had joined the first one.
The wolves seemed to ignore her as their deep throated
growls echoed in the alley. Looking around, Roxie couldn't see
Beowulf anywhere. As she searched the shadows for him, she
slowly inched forward. The man seemed to have disappeared.
Then it hit her. She was alone in a dark alley with two
extremely large wolves with only a bottle of wine to defend
herself. Not the smartest thing she had ever done.
When the growling ceased, Roxie knew she had been
spotted. The first wolf with the rusty brown fur had turned
and appeared to be slowly stalking her. The black wolf snarled
and snapped his teeth at the first. The brown wolf ignored the
threat and continued to move forward.
Not wanting to make any sudden movements, Roxie slowly
backed up. The wolf matched her steps, keeping what little
distance there was between them. Remembering the wine
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bottle she held, Roxie threw what was left of the wine in the
wolf's face and it yelped as the alcohol splashed into its eyes.
Shaking its head, it left the alley at a run.
That's one down and one to go. The black wolf hadn't
moved from the spot at the back of the alley. It was no longer
growling and seemed to be staring at her. Cautiously it
walked toward her. Mesmerized by its blue eyes, Roxie froze.
Before it reached her, she shook her head, breaking the spell.
Roxie raised the wine bottle above her head. "Nice wolfy.
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