Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) (19 page)

“
Oh so helpful,” she scoffed and I smiled. “
What kind of girls do you find attractive?” she asked in a quiet voice, one that even I had to strain to hear.

Birds only ask that if they
are
trying to confirm if they are the
lad’s
type or not.
Does that mean she likes me?
This could be interesting.

“Short brunettes,” I blurted out and instantly regretted it.

Bugger!
Why did I say that?
I mean
it is
true,
however,
I
did not
mean to say it aloud.

I had
always found short
,
dark haired
women attractive, that was until I met Jay Dee.

“That sucks,” she
huffed before laughing,
humorlessly.

I opened my mouth to assure her that she was very agre
eable,
and that I only had eyes for tall, leggy blondes with large, youthful breasts, even though it would ha
ve been extremely inappropriate
and would have upset her even more than she always was, but
I
never got the chance.

Jay Dee’s
head snapped to the side and
she
softly growled under her breath
—that was rather sexy, to be honest
.
“I know
you’re out there, Kite. I can smell you from here,” she
venomously hissed getting to her feet and I was quick to join her.

Before I could ask, a large
,
snarling dark brown wolf emerged from the woods.
Instinctively I
went to put myself between Jay Dee
and the wolf, but she
pulled
me back
behind her
.

“Bloody hell, you cannot be serious,” I complained.

“Shush,” she hissed, smacking me when I went to stand in front of her again. “I will put you in time out,” she warned under her breath and I cocked an eyebrow; that was a rather inviting suggestion.

The werewolf phased into human form, his l
arge
,
dark eyes burning into me;
the saying ‘if looks could kill’ came to mind.

“What do you think you’
re doing?” he hissed at Jay Dee while glaring at me.

Jay Dee
sighed, shaking her head.
“I had a bad day, Kite, and I just needed to take a break.”

“With a goddamn vampire?” he
yelled
.

“Vampire, human, werewolf, it didn’t matter.
Tanis is my friend and he seemingly understands me so-”

“So nothing!”
Kite
snarled
and took
a step closer to us.

I
didn’t like it
, not at all.
I wasn’t
fearful for myself; I
could
snap
the
mongrel’s neck with one hand.
I
t
was
Jay Dee I fear
ed
for.
But the fear was battling with irritation because
the stubborn woman was, yet again,
fighting me and my valiant attempt to protect her.

Annoying, self-sufficient
woman.

“Get out of my way, Jay, so I can finish this.
We can burn the body and no one will be any the wiser.”

A mutt with an agenda, he must be the pride of the tribe; an overachiever of stupidity.

To my
horror
, and pleasant surprise, Jay Dee dropped her hoodie to the rocky
shore
and pulled her shirt off, dropping it
at
her feet.
“You will not hurt him,” she said in a cold
,
level voice, something I didn’t think was possible from her.
She
then
slipped out of her shoes and
started to unbuckle her
pants
.
“I’ve kicked your ass before and I’ll do it again, Kite.
There’s a reason why your ass is banished to the island.
You are a disgrace to the
Lhaq'temish
and the pack
!
”

“This is no way for the daughter of the alpha to act!”
Kite snarled
.

Wait, what?
She was adopted by the alpha male of the pack?
Shite, that explains much.

“You w
ill leave my
parents
out of this,” Jay Dee hissed, her eyes narrowing. “
You have until the count of five to get the hell out of my face before I rip your head o
ff a
nd shove it up your ass
.” H
er voice was level and detached, layered with something lethal and unbelievably sexy.
“One…two…three...”
she counted.

Kite
snarled at her and disappeared into the woods, phasing in the process.

“Jerk off,”
Jay Dee
mumbled under her breath and buttoned
her pants back up.

“What in the
bloody hell was that all about?” I demanded.

She shrugged. “He’s a dickweed.”

Oh so helpful.

“Y
ou are the daughter of the alpha?”
I asked.

“
Alphas
,” she instantly corrected. “My parents are the alphas,
does that bother you?” she asked, slipping into her shoes.

This just could not get any more complicated if I tried.

“No,
however,
i
t answers some questions I had,” I admitted, trying to keep from making a face over the thought of, not just having to deal with potential werewolf parents, but now I had to deal with
the
werewolf parents, the alphas of the pack.
It couldn’t
get
any worse, I honestly didn’t think it could.

“Sorry,” Jay Dee said apologetically and it instantly made me feel guilty for
my silent complaints. “
I d
idn’t know that you didn’t know,” she said, her cheeks flushing a deep, inviting shade of rose that made me lick my lips. “
I was adopted into a very powerful family, and th
at’s what makes it even harder...
the
way the
Lhaq'temish
and pack treat me.”

Her pained
, emotion-laced
words instantly pulled me from the thought of capturing her mouth with mine
which were running through my mind, and I was once again narked because of every bloody person on that reservation and in
the
pack
who had treated her poorly
.

“Kite is the perfect example,” she continued. “
He thinks that he can get in the pack’s good graces again by killing you, or pretending to protect me or some shit.
He
’
s a fucking
idiot.”
She spun around
, looking for something.
“Where did my shirt go?”
she mumbled.

Jay Dee groaned and rolled her eyes
when she noticed that it was in my hand.

I raised my empty
hand.
“
May I inquire as to why you started to get naked?
” I asked, trying
in vain
to keep from eying her chest, but it was a losing battle.
Her beautiful
,
full breasts were pu
lled high in her white lace bra, it
didn’t reveal anything other than her
luscious,
full cleavage, but it was
, quite possibly,
the sexiest thing I
had
ever seen in my more than three centuries of life.
The beautiful
,
lightly tanned mounds of flesh screamed to be
licked
,
kissed, caressed...

This is, without a doubt, going to cause a noticeable problem to arise in m
e trousers.

Look away, look away!

I cleared my throat as I licked my lips.
“I mean,
do not
get me wrong,
me
Duckie, the view is exceptionally lovely, but why?”
I blurted out.

I expected her to get embarrassed, but she wasn’t put off by the fact that she was nearly naked in front of, essentially, a
strange
r, a
vampire...
man
.

“Well,”
Jay Dee
started
,
and grabbed
for her
shirt but I pulled it away.
Irritated, she crossed her arms, unconsciously m
aking her cleavage even fuller,
and impatiently tapped her foot.

Fighting the whimper
threatening to break past my lips was one of the hardest thing I had ever done in my very long life.

“
I don’t have very many clothes,” she mumbled, “
so I don’t like to ruin the ones I have fighting.
It’s
easier to just
start buck ass naked
.”

That is simply brilliant.
This bird is a nutter.
She was going to fight a
bloody werewolf...naked?
!
Americans are barmy.

“Can I have my shirt back now?” she asked, thoroughly annoyed.

My eyes m
oved up and down her body; she was
even more beautiful nearly naked.

“I do not know what your
complaint is about your breasts,” I said. “
They are lovely, and they are not
nearly
as big as you act
as if
they are.
You act as if you are
bigger than Dolly Parton, which
I can confidently tell
say you
are not,
however,
right now I am having Baywatch flashbacks.”

Bollocks
. Did
I say that aloud?

The
brilliant flushing in her cheeks
confirmed that I had.

Bugger
.

The corners of her mouth twitched.

Is that a smile?

“Duckie, can you do me a
huge
favor,” I said, “
since we are on a beach and all, and do that slow motion Pam Anderson Baywatch run that Americans are so very fond of?” I
asked and
started slow motion running, causing her to laugh.

“I’m kicking your ass,” she informed me with a face-consuming smile.

Mission accomplished.

“If I got you something for your birthday, would you wear it?”
I asked.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Depends.
What would you get?”
she reluctantly asked.

“Something lacy,” I
purred with a smirk
and she punched me in the arm.
“Ow,” I complained, it really did hurt.
“I did not ask for a private showing,
however,
now that you did not mention it…
”

Jay Dee hit me again and grabbed
the shirt out of my hand, ripping it in the process.

“Damn it,” she
huffed
.

“Shite, I am so sorry.
I did not mean to rip it.
Do you want me shirt?” I offered, picking up
her
discarded
sweatshirt
.

“No, don’t worry about it,” she mumbled under her breath. “
I’m sorry I’m super moody today.
But thanks, my boobs have moments.”

I held the
sweatshirt
open for her and she slipped her arms into it, zipping it up tight.

“I haven’t hea
rd the Dolly comparison but
I’ve
heard the Pam Anderson one a time or two, and no
,
they aren’t that big
,” she agreed. “
But being blonde with boobs is a recipe for disaster.
One time I tried to dye my hair black,
I thought it’d be a nice change,” she said conversationally as
we headed back towards the
car
.
“But when I washed it out, the all of the dye rinsed out, it was weird.
Mom said that my hair was impervious.
She was grateful about that
, especially when I tried to dye my hair
blue
.”