Chapter Four – Assholes Aren’t Supposed to Be Yummy

Was that the aircraft that would take them to Pinemoor? Jack had a mind to slap his forehead and become an internet meme, because there was no way their arrival at the lands of Ryder’s pack would go unnoticed. Weren’t they supposed to be stealthy or something? Ha! Not even the mighty Theodore Pembroke had a stealth plane. Served him right, the asshole. He needed to feel how it was to not have things, even if the thing he didn’t have was a multi-million gazillion dollar toy.

Jack followed Theodore with his eyes, as the asshole billionaire strode with confidence toward his plane. No one would guess that the guy had just been in a fight for his life only a few hours earlier. It had to be nice to be a wolfshifter. All that awesome self-healing – yummy.

Yummy, Jack’s mind repeated as he stared at Theodore’s broad back and trim waist. Since he was now only wearing a cashmere sweater and dress pants, Theo was showing off his body like he was about to start undressing like a stripper. He also had a good ass on him.

Since when was Jack staring at sexy man asses?

He needed to look elsewhere. His eyes fell on the huge Pembroke Industries logo painted on the side of the aircraft.

“Are you kidding me?” Jack moaned loudly.

“What’s the problem?” Theodore hissed, turning to face him.

Their eyes met for a moment, making Jack gulp. The wolf’s eyes were burning an intense blue. Jack stole a glance around, but the others didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re practically advertising that we’re coming,” Jack said, pointing out the obvious.

“Cassandra will know we are coming anyway,” Ryder said. “She has her cards and crystal ball.”

“Yeah, I know, but still,” Jack commented. “This guy’s such a showoff. I can’t believe we have to kiss him.”

“What?” Danny asked.

Oops. What the heck was wrong with his mouth? Why did he let that tidbit slip out? The cards were obviously saying that even more would be involved, and kissing had to be a gateway-drug to ass-fucking—

“Don’t ask,” Jack replied to Danny’s startled question, waving one arm quickly. “Let’s get to Pinemoor and be ready to smack some sense into some witches.”

“Is there more than one?” Danny asked, looking frightened.

“Supposedly not. But I refuse to think that she’s working alone,” Jack said. At least, at this point, the cards pointed to the existence of only one witch. Hopefully, there weren’t more than one. That would make things terribly, but terribly complicated.

“What was that all about just now?” Vince whispered, catching him from behind in a quick hug. “What is this about having to kiss Theodore?”

“It’s freaking weird,” Jack complained, also keeping his voice low. “You and I, Vee, we will have to deal with that sexy asshole who’s about to fly us to Pinemoor.”

“Deal how?” Vince asked. “We’re going to help him get his pack back, right?”

“Yeah,” Jack said, letting out a long sigh. “Only we might have to, you know, bend the knee.”

“Bend the knee? What’s that supposed to mean?”

They couldn’t dally. Everyone else was already inside the plane. Jack leaned against Vince’s large chest, enjoying the warmth seeping into him through his hoodie, despite both of them being completely dressed.

“The cards aren’t showing me the full X-rated picture, but you and I will have to become Theo’s bit—I mean, mates. Yeah, mates. Which may likely include some serious mounting. I mean, I don’t know about you, but I’m sure to be the guy to take it, right?”

“Are you two coming already?” Theodore asked, sounding annoyed as heck.

Jack almost bit his tongue off. The wolfshifter was standing in the aircraft door, looking down at them. Yummy was again the only word coming to his mind. A rebellious strand of blond hair had escaped the perfect thousand-dollar haircut and curled against his forehead. His thick eyebrows were knitted in a frown, and his lips looked like they’d be really sweet when kissed.

Yummy, even.

No, no, Theodore Pembroke was an asshole, and assholes weren’t supposed to be yummy.

“You’ll have to tell me more later,” Vince whispered in Jack’s ear. “I don’t think the mounting stuff applies to me. Because your very own Theodore Pembroke looks at me like he’s about to bite my head off.”

He was. Jack had to agree, because Theo’s eyes weren’t burning blue anymore, but they sure as hell looked murderous while taking in Vince.

Oh, no. This wasn’t good. Why couldn’t those cards be a little more explicit? Just a little? Because Jack had no idea what he would do if he was ever required to intervene between an angry wolf and a strong—

He took a good look at Vince. The guardian didn’t seem impressed as he engaged in a staring contest with the wolfshifter.

Vince was a bear, Jack decided. Who would win between a wolf and a bear? Stay tuned for our next thrilling wildlife documentary.

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