Angelina was haughtily leaning against the bar, and Lelandi longed to close her mouth for her. Lupus garous were cautious about what they revealed when in mixed society. And this woman was too enraged to give a damn.A blonde human female asked, her blue eyes wide, “Three gunshot wounds? She appeared uninterested in the Victorian-era festivities as she sat on a heavy-duty parka wearing jeans, snow boots, and a tight-fitting ski pullover that displayed her large breasts. She isn’t the subject of everyone’s attention, is she? Who, according to some, appeared to have been claimed by death?“Surface injuries.” The lupus garou bitch received a warning glance from Lelandi.“You ought to be dead,” Ritka and Hostene joined Angelina as she sat down with a glass of Coke she had just retrieved from the counter. I suppose Hostene had recruited another person to staff her costume rental table for the day.She’s a pain in the ass, Angelina. Silva took a full tray and set the empty one down on the

While his eyes were so smokey with want, she wasn’t sure he was listening when he offered a short nod. However, she spoke with intention. Perhaps they discussed it when they came home, or she decided to handle the situation on her own.Her bodice was then slid down, revealing her breasts, after he pulled off the thin steel crinoline and tossed it aside. Her body began to heat up from the want to mate, and her resentment at his leader’s stubbornness vanished. She loved how his hands felt on her breasts, how he massaged and elevated them, how he knelt down over one and kissed the nipple, making it thrill and pucker. She ran her fingers through his hair and detected a hint of frosty moisture. Snow.His hand moved down her waist as he raised the long skirt once more. He had a single focus. His frown was forced away from his temple by her fingertip kiss, and he was briefly stopped.Immediately after feeling a tremor, he put his palm between her legs, spotting the opening in her crotchless