Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Of course I came,” I say hotly, but then I realize with a sick feeling that Brick was trying to talk to me about this. He needed my help, and I turned him away. Refused his calls. Shut him out.
Oh, God.
Hot tears threaten again. I’m responsible for this situation.
Nickel leads me to the conference room where Sully stands outside the door, loading a gun.
My eyes fly wide. “What are you doing with that?”
“These are silver bullets,” Sully says grimly. He screws a silencer on the muzzle. “They will take him down if necessary. It’s a last resort, obviously.”
My fear level ratchets up to atomic levels. The door shudders with the impact of a very large animal hitting it, followed by an unearthly howl.
“He hears you,” Nickel says.
“Brick?” I call out.
“Don’t,” Sully cuts in. “Don’t rile him up. He’ll think we’re keeping you from him.” He cracks the door. “She’s coming in,” he calls through the door. “Back the fuck up, bro.” He opens the door and peers through before stepping in and making room for me to follow. He folds his arm across his chest, the gun resting on his heart.
“What are you doing with that?”
“I’m going to protect you.” His jaw clenches, but when he looks at the giant wolf growling at us, his eyes take on a sheen. He means kill Brick.
“The hell you are,” I snap and point at the door. “Get out of here.”
At the sound of my raised voice and anger with Sully, the wolf goes mad, snarling and barking, lunging at him.
“Easy, easy, easy.” He holds his hands out. Thankfully, he doesn’t point the gun at him. Yet.
“Get out!” I yell.
Sully backs toward the door but presses the gun into my hands. “Take this.”
“I’m not using that.” I try to push it back.
“Take it. Don’t put it down. Keep it pointed at him. If he lunges at you, shoot him straight between the eyes.”
“Get out!” I scream.
The wolf leaps at Sully, but he slams the door just in time, and the great beast hits the wood, his claws scraping down it.
I’m shaking all over. How much of the Brick I know is still in there? Has he gone totally mad?
“Brick?”
He makes a grumbling sound, trotting around the room in agitation. He’s like one of those caged animals at the zoo that make you wish zoos and cages never existed.
The room is destroyed–claw marks everywhere, cracked windows. The chairs look like they’ve been through a trash compactor. It’s utter devastation. There’s blood on the floor and table. I’m not sure who it belonged to.
I am completely out of my depth here. How do I calm a wolf? How do I appeal to the man inside? This isn’t some graphic novel where I sing him a lullaby, and he calms down enough to change back.
Tears fill my eyes. My back hits the door, and I slide down. “Brick, please.”
The wolf stops pacing and stares at me. There’s nothing about the giant animal that reminds me of Brick. Nothing to make me feel safe here.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up at his continued stare. Does he recognize me? Is he going to attack?
“You’re scaring me.” I hold the gun with shaking hands, sloppily pointing at him.
He lowers his head, trots over and whines.
I let out a shaky exhale. “Yeah, it’s me. Do you recognize me?”
He sinks to his belly and inches forward, into my personal space. When he gets close enough for me to touch him, he rolls to his back and whines.
“Brick.” Tears of relief streak down my cheeks. I set the gun down and gingerly reach out to rub his belly.
He licks my hand.
“You need to change back now. Can you hear me, Brick? Your friends and your sister are terrified. You really went on a rampage this time.”
He shivers and leaps to his feet again, his fur ruffling across his neck and shoulders like he’s angry.
“What did I say?” I eye the pistol on the floor, but don’t pick it up. “Come on, you have to shift back.”
He comes back to me, but is more aggressive this time. He bites my pants and pulls, ripping a hole in my leggings, then lunges toward my throat but only licks my ear. It’s not an attack. At least…I don’t think it is. It’s more… an aggressive show of affection.
Then suddenly, he’s a man, pushing me onto my back, his hand at my throat.
“Brick!” I’m alarmed again. His eyes are still golden, his canines seem longer than human teeth. The weight of his body pins me to the floor.
“Please, please, please, Madi.” He sounds hoarse. “I need you.” He rips my leggings and panties off.
Oh. Um. Okaaaay.
“Please… my control is… “ He pushes my knees up and licks into me. His fingers join his tongue, and he rubs roughly. “I need inside of you. Please, Madi.”