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Cajun
TROUBLE IN FIVE-INCH red stilettos strutted into the building. Every patron in Sassy Wolfe gaped at Hollywood’s leading lady.
Olivia Scott. In the flesh, a straight man’s fantasy and likely a lesbian’s too.
She had no fucking business being in a shifter bar.
Theodore “Cajun” Wolfe noted at least one vampire licking his chops, in all likelihood X-marking Ms. Scott as his next meal.
With all intentions of cutting her off before she made it to the bar, Cajun bolted from his chair. A black leather dress embraced her curves. Long, blonde hair cascaded in loose waves down her slim back. An image of fisting those glossy locks as he thrust between her thighs struck. Hard. Fast. Without warning or gratitude.
He shook his head. What the hell? He didn’t fuck prissy chicks. Preferred the dirty ones who liked it every way imaginable.
Cajun stepped in her path, drawing her up short. Green eyes too bright to be fully human, but he scented nothing paranormal about her, met his with a bold, curious gaze without a stitch of fear. Odd. Most humans trembled at least a little in the direct stare of a shifter.
Her perfume assaulted him next, and it was all woman. Sweet, divine, and a bit saucy, scents both elements of the man enjoyed. His canine wanted to roll around in the aroma. As the fragrance filled his lungs, his wolf pushed beneath his skin, and he clutched his nape, as if catching the animal before he launched at her.
While he wrestled his beast into submission, Cajun considered her. She’s my mate. Just his fucking luck. Had she been a wolf, familiar with their customs, he’d have been delighted, but humans were word-needy creatures. He didn’t have the patience to smooth talk a woman into being his one and only.
Pretty sure my mom is allergic to humans. At his mental joke, he chuckled beneath his breath.
Considering the once-over she gave him and her open features turning into a scowl, he estimated she found him lacking. Yeah, considering her celebrity status, it figured she’d be a judgy bitch.
Cajun fisted his hands and shoved them in his jeans’ pockets. He didn’t have patience for the sanctimonious either. “Think you’re out of your time zone.”
“Was told I could find a bodyguard here.” The resonance of her Australian accent caught him off guard, nothing like her onscreen American sounding voice. Sultry, sensual, and his wolf liked the tonality.
“I’ll guard that fine ass,” Raptor, a vamp known for imbibing on humans, hissed near her ear.
Olivia flinched away. “Hands off!”
Cajun’s wolf reacted before he could counter, growling at the vampire, and functioning as the only warning the fang would receive before he ripped the bloodsucker’s head off. He might not be on board with her being his mate, but his wolf had a mind of his own and had marked her as his. That made the creature possessive and protective, and meant Raptor didn’t know how close he was to dying in this moment.
“Easy.” Raptor elevated his hands in the universal sign of surrender. “Just being solicitous.”
Solicitous my ass.
Cajun eyed the bloodsucker, letting his wolf out just a little until he cowed Raptor into retreating, satisfying Cajun’s wolf. He faced off with the blonde once more.
She gaped at the vampire as if surprised Cajun had managed to run him off. None of Sassy Wolfe’s patrons would go against a Wolfe. Take on one, and you fucked with the whole pack.
“Honey, this is a shifter bar, not a front for underhanded dealings.”
“I’m not a moron or a child.”
His eyebrows shot upward at her aggravated tone.
“I need help. If you can’t direct me to the right person, then step aside so I can go about my business.”
“A woman on a mission, eh?” Shouldn’t a pretty thing like her—and a celebrity too—already have a bodyguard?
“Damn straight. I am woman. Hear me roar.” She lifted a hand in the air, made a clawing motion, and gave off a throaty snarl.
Spellbound and turned on by this sassy chick, amusement surfaced alongside his lust. He almost chuckled but caught himself. “This is no place for a human. You’re gonna get your ass killed.”
A smirk twitched her lips. What was he missing?
“I don’t plan on dying tonight.”
“I doubt few plan to die, Ms. Scott.”
Her jaw clenched. He suspected she ground her molars. Good, he was getting to her. Maybe he could convince her to take her pretty ass back out the door sooner rather than later. His wolf wanted her to stay and play, and the animal growled at him for trying to shoo her off. Stupid beast thinking with its primal instincts rather than utilizing common sense.
Olivia surprised him by jabbing a finger on his chest. “Listen here. Barbara told me—”
“Aunt Barbara?” Christ almighty, if his aunt sent Olivia Scott to this paranormal establishment then she either played matchmaker—her favorite pastime—or she was genuinely concerned for the woman. How did they even know one another? Not that it mattered because simply having his favorite aunt involved changed his entire attitude.
Olivia shrugged. “If Barbara Wolfe is ‘Aunt Barbara’, then yeah.”
“How do you know Aunt B?”
“Why does that matter?” She emitted a sexy huff as she peeked at her wristwatch. “You ask a lot of questions for a man not interested in helping me.”
“What exactly is your problem?”
“Besides you?” She arched an eyebrow and folded her arms over her chest. Damnit, he liked her brassy attitude. “I’ve got a stalker.”
“Sounds like you require a restraining order.” Even he admitted, at this point, he just came across as a douchebag. Restraining orders stopped stalkers as much as cobwebs. “If you want someone dead, Raptor’s your best choice. Us Wolfe’s only protect our own blood.”
She is ours, his wolf protested. Our mate.
Murder bled from her gaze, and she gritted out, “Thanks for wasting my time.”
As she turned on her heels and stomped away, he resisted chasing her down and marking her as his. She’s out of our league, he reminded his wolf. But what type of fool encouraged their mate to walk out on them?
The moment the door shut behind her, his cell phone jingled in his pants’ pocket. He dug the device out and checked the text. A cold chill skittered down his spine.
Aunt Barbara is gonna use my hide as a rug.