Fangs of Anarchy: Forbidden Alpha (Part 4) In the Zone: A Werewolf Vampire Shifter Romance Read Free Page A

supplier until he could clear things up with the
Dogs. They only had another two months’ supply on them, tops—he needed to find
that damn supplier. Soon.
    He rooted around Mathias’s fridge, pulling out the makings
of a salad and dumping it on the white marble countertop. As he found a knife
and a cutting board and began dicing tomatoes, he had to hand it to Lawson.
This house, in the middle of the vile conditions of the Zone, was just short of
spectacular.
    “Oh my God, Dark and Cranky. Is that a hamburger I smell?
Like with real meat?” Claire asked with a grin, sauntering into the kitchen in
nothing but a towel wrapped around her, beads of water still glistening on her
shoulders, her thick mahogany hair towel dried.
    He turned to watch her pop open the shiny wall oven,
appreciating the swell of her ass when she stood on tiptoes to look. “It is , Difficult and
Infuriating.”
    Her sigh was a happy one—he knew them now, lived for them,
though he’d never tell her that. Not just yet anyway.
    She came to stand by him, her eyes shining under the
recessed lighting. “You cook, too? You really are the best vampire ever.”
    He waved the knife in the direction of the long breakfast
bar, forcing his eyes away from her nipples beneath the towel, nipples he
wanted to make tight and hard with his tongue. He winced as his groin tightened
beneath his jeans and tightened his jaw. “I cook. Now go sit.”
    Irish threw the salad into a bowl and pulled the burger from
the oven, placing it on a plate, testing it with a
fork to be sure it was still rare enough on the inside for a werewolf.
    Dropping it in front of her, he sat opposite Claire. “Eat. And the next time you decide to go on one of these crazy
fact-finding missions, which is never again, by the way, you need to remember
to feed. You need meat as much as I need blood.”
    Cutting a piece of the burger, Claire dropped it into her
mouth and closed her eyes. “Were you worried about me, Irish?”
    If she had any idea, she’d damn well never let him forget
it. “Eat that damn food and I’ll tell you all about it. Hurry up .”
    Licking her fingers, she picked up another piece of the
thick burger, placing it between her full lips and running her tongue over the
browned surface. “I missed you, too.”
    Irish clenched his fists together to keep from clearing the
plate off the counter, hauling her hot ass on top of it, and driving into her
until he was balls deep and she was writhing beneath him. “Eat,” he said thickly.
    Claire popped another piece in her mouth, thoroughly
enjoying setting his cock on fire, judging from the smile on her face and the
gleam in her eye.
    When she took the last bite, running her tongue over each
finger, he was satisfied she was nourished—or at least nourished enough to
withstand the three days’ worth of lovemaking he had in him.
    “Claire?”
    She tilted her head, her beautiful,
too-smart-for-her-own-good head, and asked, “Yes, Irish?”
    “Get on that counter now, Librarian. Drop that goddamn towel
and spread your legs wide, because I fully intend to lodge my tongue between
them until I get my fill.”
    She lifted her chin, almost in defiance, but he knew better
from her visible shudder. Claire loved to challenge him. It was one of the many
reasons he couldn’t get enough of her.
    She placed her fingers at the top of the towel, running her
thumb over the place where the two ends met, tucked safely between her breasts.
Her eyes were on fire, her smile smoky and coy. “And if I don’t?”

Chapter Sixteen
    Irish was around the countertop in the blink of an eye. “If
you don’t, I’ll do it for you. Naked, now .”
    Claire hissed a breath, letting it release from her lungs,
her chest rising and falling as she let the towel fall to the floor. Irish’s
hands were at her waist in seconds, lifting her until she felt the cool marble
beneath her ass.
    He peeled his shirt off, revealing his hard chest, the deep
indents of his abs