Gather the Storm (Blackwell Beasts, #1)

by Sadie Hunt

“I’m sure you don’t realize this, but offering me a hand job right now is like offering the Big Bad Wolf a cookie.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” He turned his gaze on me and I almost flinched from the heat in his blue eyes. “One cookie won’t be enough, sunshine.”

But that wasn’t the reason we’d killed him. That had been about the shit he was involved in, the shit he threatened to involve Daisy in. We’d put up with his big talk until he brought her into it.

“Is that your way of saying you're trying to get in my pants?” I asked. “I’m trying to get in your everything.” His

Otis sat down and spread his thighs, then bent to kiss me. “You taste like Wolf’s cock, doll.” It wasn’t an insult or a criticism, just an observation, like everything Otis said. “I can’t wait to kiss you when you taste like mine.”