Insatiable Craving: 2 (Insatiable Nights) Read Free Page A

overheard and didn’t like, he’d stir in his bejeweled prison and start bellowing threats. Apparently centuries trapped inside an emerald hadn’t done much for the god’s social skills.
    And Draken, for whatever reason, had never taken kindly to Razor. Saw him as some sort of a threat or something.
    “Draken!” Aria screamed, eyeballing her emerald ineffectively. “Let him go!”
    “This insolent little man threatened you!” the god snapped.
    “He did not!”
    “I heard him—”
    Razor gagged and thrashed, the growls from his inner wolf growing louder as the seconds ticked by. Damn, he had done his fucking best to keep himself in line, but no one knew how to push said line more than Aria’s damned pet. A flash and he—
    “You’re a monster!”
    Razor shook his head and kicked at the air. He’d never get used to feeling his windpipe close. If Draken were ever expelled from the amulet, there’d be a reckoning.
    “I should’ve taken you out when I had the chance.” Natalie wiped her tear-stained cheeks with one hand, gripping her silver bullet-loaded gun in the other. Razor’s gaze darted from her face to the door, a roaring swell rushing against his ears, pounding his temples, blurring his sight and—
    God. The wolf…
    Razor’s ass met the ground with enough force to knock his tailbone halfway up his throat. He blinked away stars and looked up in a daze just in time to see Aria complete her binding spell. There were only a handful of incantations that could harness the god, but determining which one would work on any given day was damn near impossible.
    Fortunately, whatever spell Aria had chosen today had done the trick. She grasped the emerald around her neck, heaving deep breaths, and shook her head. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “He’s been…really touchy lately.”
    “Mhmm.” Razor winced and fought to his feet, doing his damndest to ignore the whine of pain edging through his body. Pain was the wolf’s greatest motivator—that and fear. He’d learned to suppress it as best he could on his own, but damn, with Aria’s self-appointed protector using every viable—and usually just plain fabricated—excuse to thrash the living piss out of any and everyone, the wolf’s growls became more difficult to contain.
    Aria sighed and released the hold on the amulet. “And,” she continued, “if you wouldn’t make so many veiled threats—”
    “How the fuck was that a veiled threat?”
    “With the tearing out of throats? I can’t imagine how that must’ve sounded to him.”
    Razor craned his neck, his fingers curling inward and outward. He blew out a steady breath, did the count to ten, then shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re taking his side. When are you gonna pass that buck, anyway?”
    All signs of argument fled Aria’s face but her hand returned to the emerald. “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “Callie just turned eighteen. It’s her turn to play babysitter.”
    “Callie doesn’t know how to handle him.”
    Razor arched an eyebrow. “And nearly letting him crush my windpipe is your definition of handling him? He’s a fucking god, Aria. You can’t handle him.”
    She jutted out her chin. “I’ve done pretty well, thanks.”
    “Again with the crushing of my windpipe.”
    “Oh, stop whining. Your neck looks fine.”
    Somehow he doubted it. The skin at his throat was raw enough Razor suspected he’d sport one bitch of a bruise over the coming weeks. Draken did nothing half-assed. If he weren’t such a holy pain in the balls, Razor might almost respect that in him. Almost.
    “And,” Aria added, gesturing to the sleeping girl again, “you’re just trying to change the subject.”
    His eyes narrowed. “How the hell did she sleep through that? Did you—”
    “Small enchantment. I figured this conversation would get loud and…and loud, and I didn’t want her waking up and freaking out.”
    Razor stared at the blonde for a long moment before breaking off