Of Savage and Sin (Wolves of Ossary #2)

Prologue

–Naya–

“DON’T,”

I MOUTHED silently, swaying my hips and tossing Niall a flirtatious look over my shoulder when he tried to come up behind me on the dance floor. Music pounded, vibrating the floor with a deep, tribal beat, and people danced around us, a wall of flesh and energy pushing us closer together.

Niall had always been appealing with his roughly strewn masculine features and thick, dirty blond hair, but he looked especially good tonight in black dress pants snug enough to accentuate his long, muscular legs and a silky black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders. Caught in the shadows of scattered strobe lights, his dark chocolate brown eyes looked black and deliciously sinister as he came up behind me despite my warning.

“Don’t is right,”

he murmured huskily in my ear, wrapping his arm around my waist. He pulled me back against him, swamping me in his citrusy cologne. “Don’t deny me anymore, Naya. I want you too much.”

His hand slid up my thigh. “I want to feel every part of—”

“No,”

I denied, or at least I tried to before he tilted my head and closed his mouth over mine. It felt like the music pulsed inside me rather than around me when his tongue wrapped with mine. The room seemed to rock and tilt, not necessarily in a good, swoon-worthy Holy Kiss way.

Sure, I’d had one too many glasses of wine and had long been a sucker for a successful bad boy, but I never let myself go too far with them, and with good reason. They couldn’t be trusted. Not with my heart and certainly not with my money. Especially the mafia guys I had grown up around.

Namely, the one with his tongue down my throat right now.

Initially, it didn’t do much for me. He didn’t do much. Not really, not at first, until he did, and something stirred in me—something strange and alluring. I wouldn’t call it arousal, but erotic. As erotic as the look in his eyes had been when he’d homed in on me on the dance floor. I felt outside myself when he murmured against my lips to follow him, took my hand, and led me through the crowd toward the back.

Were people watching us? Were eyes turning our way? My head might be spinning, but they seemed to glow back at me from the club's dark corners, following me as Niall led me out of the room. Sinister eyes.

Familiar eyes.

“Wolf eyes,”

I tried to whisper, but the words caught in my suddenly dry throat. Caught in a numbing terror that melted away when I found myself pressed against the wall in a darkened hallway. Was I fighting Niall as he hoisted me against the wall and came between my thighs or groaning for more? I couldn’t tell. Could not focus.

All I could do was feel.

The heavy weight of his body against mine and the burning heat of his arousal straining against his pants. The warmth of his breath against my neck. His wet kisses and pinching bites.

Then he vanished. Or had he said he would be right back? I wasn’t sure. Everything had become too hazy. I leaned against the wall and tried to focus. See straight.

What was this? What was happening?

All had gone silent, and the music faded. Everything was quiet, too quiet, yet I wasn’t alone. They were watching.

Waiting.

For what? And who were they?

I blinked into the darkness, swearing I saw the silhouette of something large approaching…stalking me.

“Wolf,”

I managed hoarsely, certain that’s what it was.

Close, closer, too close, then it was right in front of me, and pain tore up my arm. A blink later, Niall was against me again as if he’d never left. Had he bitten me? Had that been him stalking me? Someone must have drugged my drink because I was seriously losing my shit.

And it only got crazier when I heard a deep masculine roar of fury. Anguish, if I didn’t know better. Then I saw eyes in the darkness. Not Niall’s but his eyes. Smoky and gray and sinful. My midnight stranger. My darkest dream. And he was savagely furious.

At me.

Niall.

All of us.

But it was too late.

He was too late.

Despite the dangerous desire that whiplashed through me at his proximity, I belonged to hell now, and there was no turning back.