OtherKin: Tranquility Read Free Page A

would attain the highest status in the pack. I
left so I wouldn't have to challenge my own brother for her."
    Her brow
furrowed. "You didn't want Nikki?"
    He shook his
head, "Merrick, my brother, had a kind of chemistry with Nikki.
They were meant to be mates. It was better I left." He paused and
glanced at her. "Chemistry like what you and I have."
    Scarlet ducked
her head and studied the neck of her beer bottle fiercely. "So, as
a natural alpha, you came here and caused a ruckus."
    "I don’t want
to be alpha of this pack. I don't know how many times I have to say
it. This was bound to happen to anywhere I went, but it was cause a
ruckus or live alone. I'd rather cause a ruckus."
    Yes, he was
good at doing that. The man didn't even need to say or do anything
to cause a stir. He just had to exist.
    She used her
thumbnail to peel off the damp beer label. "I believe you," she
said sincerely.
    "I'm glad." His
hand covered hers. She looked up at him. "They say that peeling the
labels off bottles that way is a sign of sexual frustration."
    His eyes had
gone dark, the pupils dilated. Scarlet could scent his arousal roll
off him in a wave of heated musk. Suddenly she felt like a deer
caught in headlights…or caught the hunting gaze of a predator.
    "Yeah, well,
they might be right," she responded in a shaky voice.
    "Really? How
intriguing." He reached out, grabbed her bar stool and yanked her
close to him.
    Scarlet gasped,
feeling a rush of adrenaline through her body at his body
practically flush against hers.
    He gave her a
slow, confident smile that pissed her off a little. That reaction
was drowned in the pool of her own need, however. "I want you," he
said low. "I want you in my bed tonight, Scarlet. I want you slow,
and then I want you hard and fast. I want you all night long."
    She glanced
away, her breath hitching. "I want you too, Roane. More than I can
say. “She licked her lips nervously.”But to sleep with you would be
like, like—"
    "Betraying your
brother?"
    She nodded. But
it was Marcus' fault she was in this position in the first place.
And who was her brother to dictate with whom she slept with
anyway?
    “Scarlet?" he
asked in a velvet smooth voice. She looked at him. "Fuck your
brother."
    He let his face
drift closer to hers. She didn't move away, couldn't move away.
Their breath mingled, lips brushed, and then he kissed her. Her
lips felt wooden beneath his for a moment, and then she melted and
kissed him back. Every nerve in her body shot to life with
hunger.
    She twisted,
leaning into him so she could feel her breasts against his rock
hard chest, and eased her hands slowly up his arms, over the bulge
of biceps, to his broad shoulders. In his arms she felt so fragile,
so small…so protected. She'd never pegged herself for the kind of
woman who enjoyed that, but she had to admit that she felt safe in
Roane's arms, and that she liked it…a lot.
    Roane slipped
his hands to her waist, then slanted his mouth over hers and
flicked his tongue against her lips. Damn it. She wanted to crawl
into his lap. She wanted him to undress here right here in this
crowded bar and fuck her senseless right on this stool. God, she
craved this man on a molecular level, every inch of her body
screamed to feel his hot skin on hers, his thick cock sliding deep.
The stool would be just the right height….
    She parted her
lips for him and he slipped his tongue inside. She could taste beer
faintly on his tongue, and it made her feel pleasantly drunk. They
broke the kiss, both breathing heavy
    "Scarlet,
there's a hotel not far from here," he murmured hoarsely against
her lips. "No one in Tranquility will ever know." He groaned and
eased a hand between her knees. "I have to touch you."
    She whimpered
deep in her throat as he slid his hand between her jean-clad
thighs, his actions concealed by the overhang of the bar and the
dim light. He found the seam where it covered her swollen,
sensitive clit and pressed and rotated, sending little