Dirty to the Max by P. Jameson

Author:P. Jameson [Jameson, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Paper Zombie Press
Published: 2018-12-05T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

But every breath was like torture inside the goddamn elevator. Her scent. Mate’s scent. Sparkling and crisp, but with a sultry twist that gave away his effect on her.

Claim. Mark. Take.

No.

He couldn’t yet. Not when he’d just revealed what he was. She was probably scared shitless. He could smell her fear nearly as strong as her arousal. Together, the combination made him harder than steel.

Shit.

The doors opened and Maxim followed Tabatha into the empty hallway, his erection bobbing painfully as he walked.

Goddamn, he needed to tame the thing.

She’d been assaulted by that fucking waste of oxygen. Was she okay? Was she… fuck, if she was hurt he was going to lose his damn mind. He’d hunt the fucker down and finish him off.

This time, no vixen would stop him.

Tabatha paused in front of a door and with a shaking hand, reached out to try the handle. It opened and she hurried inside, waving him through the door before closing them in.

It was a small suite with a tiny cut-out kitchen, a couch that looked brand new, and in the corner, a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets.

Tabatha didn’t look at him. She dropped her purse on the counter and went to the sink, turning the water on full blast. Then she braced her hands on the edge and leaned over the basin. Her head sank on her shoulders as she took a deep breath.

“Are you well, female?”

She let out a humorless laugh. “Well. Am I well?” She turned to face him, leaving the water running. “I just saw two people turn into foxes. I remember seeing you at the track. As… as a fox. We met before the bar, didn’t we? Yeah, we did. Except you were an animal. Am I well? I was groped by my asshole ex. You’re standing there naked. And… and where the hell were you all week?” Her voice rose until it was nearly a squeak before she ran out of steam.

“I was giving you space,” he pushed out between clenched teeth.

“Space.”

“Things were fucked up last time we were together.”

“You mean when you found out about Seraphina.”

“Yes.”

“It bothered you.”

“Yes.”

Her shoulders slumped and she looked away, pressing her lips together. She cleared her throat, crossed her arms. “Then… then why even come around tonight? She’s out of reach. She’s taken. What were you doing here?”

“I wasn’t here for her.”

She shook her head, still looking anywhere but at him.

“And I’m glad I was here,” he snarled, remembering how her ex handled her in the parking lot. “I should’ve killed him for touching you. Busting him up wasn’t good enough.”

She found his eyes, her gaze softening just a touch. “You shouldn’t have done that. He couldn’t have hurt me.”

“What the hell do you mean? He was hurting you. You said no. He didn’t stop.”

She was quiet for a breath too long. “I know. But you shouldn’t have… have… fought. You’ve got enough trouble in this town without adding to it. Besides, I have Edward.”

Edward.

“Who the fuck is Edward?” he demanded, still shaking from his violent shift.

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