I watched her flag down a waiter.
“Do you have anything stronger than this?” she drawled, holding up her empty glass.
“Scotch,” the waiter replied.
“I hate scotch,” she grumbled. “With the amount of money floating around this place, would it have killed Mr. Alfero to have an open bar?”
God, she was beautiful . . . stunning, if she wasn’t half drunk.
I silently took several long steps toward her while she appraised the guests.
I slid behind her. “What is that supposed to mean?” I murmured.
She turned, slamming right into my chest. Her eyes widened at the sight of me.
I continued. “Champagne not strong enough for Lightning Credence?”
Her almond-shaped hazel eyes blinked rapidly. I heard her heart race as she pulled her long jet-black hair away from her neck. The image of her hair gliding across my body as she slipped her head between my thighs flashed through my head.
What. The. F*ck?
I usually had more control of myself than this, but her alluring essence slammed against me, rendering me speechless for a moment.
I forced myself to speak. “Darling,” I uttered, “are you all right?”
She let out a shaky breath. “Uh . . .” Her back straightened as she smoothed out her skintight cream lace gown.
I took a sip of my drink. “I’m Ryker—”
“Alfero,” she snapped.
She’d cut me off. This was new. Women never cut me off.
She continued. “Alpha of one of the largest and most powerful wolf-shifter packs in New York and leader of the Other Council.” She looked me up and down. “You don’t look as feral as rumors say.” Her eyes narrowed. “Shit, I was expecting you to be foaming at the mouth.” She smiled seductively. “Not bad-looking at all . . . if I were into the crazy Viking look.”
I stared at her carnal full lips. God, I could imagine all the sinful things those lips were capable of doing. “Thanks, I think.” Christ, I want her.
I watched her gorgeous lips curl up into a sly smile before she snapped, “It’s a compliment, alpha. Not an invitation to f*ck.”
Oh yeah, I wanted her more and more every second.