Howling For Love (Rock Star Alpha, #1) Read Free Page B

stage, guitar still hanging around his neck. Fans pressed at him from all sides, calling out his name, yelling requests that verged from the obscene to the crazy.
    If Stefan were Mick, he’d be running back to the stage. The bouncers were telling everyone to back off, but no one was listening. It turned out Stefan didn’t need to worry, because a werewolf Alpha could handle himself just fine in the midst of a riot.
    Men and women threw themselves at Mick, but Mick looked like a man with a mission. When someone got in the way, Mick opened his mouth, a dangerous snarl came out of his throat, warning people to stay the hell out of his way. Stefan wondered what the hell went wrong. Maybe he ought to grab Rory and get the hell out of there. A moment ago, Dominance’s music seeped into his soul, soothing the torrents, but now, panic set it.
    Whatever outcome that came from this mess, it wouldn’t be good. The crowd was on the verge of spinning out of control. Turning his back on the stage, Stefan desperately searched for Rory. Seeing Rory yelling with a bunch of head bangers, Stefan waded past the crowd to reach him.
    Stefan never made it to his best friend. The next thing he knew, a firm and powerful hand grabbed his arm and someone was breathing against his neck. Fear rammed into Stefan. He turned, expecting the worst, certainly not this...
    Mick Badder grabbed his arm, looking at Stefan like he was some kind of tasty morsel.
    “Found you,” Mick said. When the Alpha smiled, Stefan caught sight of the two rows of sharp canines lining the Alpha’s upper and lower teeth. What the hell was happening? Singers, rock stars weren’t supposed to halt a concert to reach a member of the audience.
    “This isn’t real,” Stefan murmured.
    That had to be it. He must have fallen asleep back in his apartment, after putting on his tedious make-up. Rory must have left without him and, exhausted from all his efforts, Stefan decided to go for a nap. That’s right. Things like this only happened in dreams, yet why did every second feel real? The sweat plastering his shirt, Mick’s large and callused hands wrapped around his waist and his heart thudding hard against his chest, it couldn’t be real. Yet Stefan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the rock star Alpha standing inches from him.
    “Try again, human. This is real,” Mick said.
    No, dream-Mick said that, because the real Mick Badder wouldn’t pick Stefan amongst a crowd of more attractive and interesting people. Why did it hurt to breathe though, like all the air in the room had been sucked out?
    “Prove it,” Stefan demanded to dream-Mick.
    If this all indeed was a fragment of his imagination, then it would be alright to be bold and reckless, unlike Stefan’s real self. Here in dreamland, Stefan could do whatever he wanted. Besides, Stefan was on a time limit. Once he woke up, he’d forget all this ever happened. Better to enjoy every moment of this fake memory.
    “Prove it?” Mick sounded more amused than pissed. One tug sent Stefan right into Mick’s powerful arms. Crazy. Stefan hadn’t met or dated a man capable of lifting him without effort, like a sack of flour.
    Their faces were touching now, his nose rubbing against Mick’s.
    A hysterical laugh came out from Stefan’s throat. Those tempting lips stood so close to him. Up close, Stefan noticed Mick had more tattoos on his neck. That throat, Stefan thought, those vocal chords were capable of making amazing music. Everything about this man got to him, messed with his head.
    Mick smelled of wolf musk, leather and sweat—a strangely good combination. It felt like Stefan hit a wall of immovable muscle and Mick’s sweat-slicked and hard exposed torso rubbed against the front of his body, the scent and feel of Mick so primal.
    Stefan’s jeans grew unbelievably tight, tighter than Stefan thought possible because he swore he’d stretched out these infernal leather pants that clung to every inch of his skin.