Fangs of Anarchy by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: fangs, vampires, shifters, bikers, werewolves, alpha males
Publisher: Dakota Cassidy
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

As everyone plowed out of her house, Claire waited until they were all gone then leaned against her countertop for support, her heart crashing in her chest and pounding in her head. She bent forward at the waist, resting her chin on her arms on the cool granite.

Suddenly Irish reappeared in her doorway, silently entering and coming to stand behind her. “You okay?” he asked, his voice slipping into her ears, warm, easy.

She clenched the edge of the granite countertop, her knuckles white. “Right as rain,” she murmured.

He put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it, pulling her to his broad chest until she relaxed and leaned against him. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“What are you doing back here? If the Dogs find you here, they might suspect something. Go home, Irish.”

“I sent the Fangs home, and Courtland’s off to rouse someone else from a sound sleep. Forget them and talk to me, Claire.”

Her throat closed up, tightened until she almost couldn’t breathe, and tears flooded her eyes, dripping to the front of her shirt in fat, salty splotches. She shook her head. Not now. She couldn’t talk now while she was so damn vulnerable, so ugly raw.

Irish’s grip grew tighter when he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Claire. Stop. Listen to me. I don’t know why you did what you did, but I know it wasn’t without reason. I know you. I know you’d never kill without provocation. You don’t even like the hunt, as I recall. So tell me what happened. Tell me how it got so out of control you ended up killing him.”

It was then she began to shake so hard, so violently, her teeth chattered, all while her mind raced.

Never. Not in a million years would she ever describe the events of tonight to anyone. They were unspeakable. Unforgivable. She shook her head vehemently as fear crawled back up her spine, gulping back a sob of horror. “No. I can’t. Go home, Irish…please, please go home before they find you here.”

“I don’t give a damn if they find me, Claire. Not tonight,” he growled near her ear, the soft vibration against her flesh making her shiver harder. “I’m not leaving you alone on the off chance they have the balls to come back and question you without me here.”

His words, so possessive, so intense, made her pause in the mire of guilt she was wading through. This wasn’t what they did. They disagreed—often. They avoided each other because that’s what vampires and werewolves did. They butted heads whenever they were in the same room with their varied opinions.

But they didn’t do this. She didn’t know how to handle compassionate Irish. It would break her if he were kind when she least deserved it. Break her right in half if she found out he felt the same way she did.

Not tonight. Tonight she deserved to be punished. No matter what Gannon had done, she could have handled it a million different ways.

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