From Russia With Claws by Jacey Conrad & Molly Harper

Author:Jacey Conrad & Molly Harper [Conrad, Jacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Published: 2015-08-18T05:00:00+00:00

Galina arrived back at the box first, having stopped off in the powder room to check her hair and makeup and spray on some of the wolfsbane perfume she always carried. It would dull a werewolf’s keen sense of smell, helping to mask the scent of sex-and-Andrey that fairly enveloped her. She reapplied her lipstick, fluffed her hair, and rejoined her family.

Irina leaned over to hiss in her ear as soon as she sat down. “I am going to murder you.”

Galina ignored her sister’s threat and turned her attention to the dancers on the stage. She felt much more relaxed now that she’d had an orgasm or five. She heard the door to the box open, forcing herself not to react when Andrey ran warm fingers down her shoulder. Konstantin returned to his seat behind her a few minutes later. She wasn’t quite sure where Nik had gone.

Alexei and Papa were asleep in their seats. It figured. Papa spent a ridiculous amount of money on the box seats and then slept through most of the performance. Why Alexei even bothered to come, she’d never know. Maksim had disappeared. She wondered if he had hightailed it to the bar when the snoring started.

The curtain lowered and Galina stood smoothly, clapping for the ballet she hadn’t bothered to pay attention to. Papa and Alexei awoke from their expensive nap at the applause and rose to their feet. Papa shouted, “Brava, brava!” as if he’d been awake for the whole show. Galina stifled a chuckle behind her clutch. Alexei blinked sleepily and stumbled out of the box as Papa clapped Andrey on the shoulder and interrogated him on his favorite parts of the ballet. Galina caught Andrey’s wink at her sister and had to smother her grin behind her purse. She waited while he and Papa left, taking the time to fluff her blond hair and reapply her lipstick.

“You—” Irina pointed at her, a dire look on her face. “We’re going to have a talk.”

Galina gave her a placid look. “About what, dearest sister?”

“You know, you have a little carpet fuzz on your dress,” Viktor told her, waving his hand at her skirt.

Galina stuck out her tongue at Viktor, then took Irina’s wrist and led her out of the box, speaking low so only Irina could hear. “Consider it payback for finding you in the funeral home after you rode Viktor’s hand to happy land.” She grinned when her sister looked offended.

“That is hardly the same situation at all!” Irina exclaimed as they carefully navigated the sweeping staircase.

Andrey helped Irina on with her wrap, to Alexei’s obvious dismay, while Konstantin did the same for Galina. Papa returned with Maksim and Petyr in tow. The two had become friends at the bar as they waited out the second act together, drinking vodka and swapping tales of their beloved Russia. Maksim was swaying a little on his feet. Galina felt a bit sorry for him. No one but Papa could keep up with Uncle Petyr.

Papa

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