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Mia was in a foul mood. Pete had groped her ass one too many times during training, and it had driven her to the point of breaking. His possessiveness was sign she’d slept with him one too many times. Mia could say the words “this is casual. I’m not looking for a relationship” a million times, and it would never get through. Well, not to the smaller, dumber “second” male brain anyway. She’d give Pete one last chance. Then she’d have no choice but to beat his ass and put him back in his place. A good beating was sure to hurt a man’s pride, and taking away his pride was like castrating him.
It did the trick every time.
But none of that helped improve her mood for her night shift. And to make matters worse, she’d been paired for patrol with none other than Dark Shadow’s renowned playboy.
“In a great mood as always, I see,” Logan said in greeting.
Mia snarled. As the sound left her throat, she realized it was a little too aggressive and a lot unfair.
Logan’s wolf flashed into his eyes, glowing copper peering out, but he also took a step back and lifted his hands, palms out. “Whoa, Mia. It was a joke.”
His response surprised her; Logan was a dominant wolf, and they rarely backed down from uncalled for aggression. “Sorry.”
He raised his eyes as they shifted to their browner human color. “Who’s pissed you off?”
“Just men thinking I’m nothing but a pretty thing to look at.”
Logan smiled. “You’re certainly pretty to look at.”
Mia growled softly in warning, causing Logan’s grin to widen.
“But! That’s not all you are.”
Mia huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. “Not falling for your charm, Logan.”
“Sure? Not melting a little?” He winked.
Mia glared. Damn it. I wanna smile.
“Want to fight away your bad mood?”
Now he’s talking. Mia’s wolf pushed forward, filling her eyes. “Sure, if you want to take on a pissed-off wolf?” she warned, daring him with her gaze.
“Oh, darling.” Logan smirked. “You’re forgetting I’m the more senior here.”
He was right; he was the more senior in rank, but that didn’t mean he was more dominant. Not that she planned on informing him. There was no need to hurt his feelings by pointing out she was top dog. Or top wolf in this case.
Instead, Mia smiled seductively and blew Logan a kiss. “Don’t hold back on me, babe.” She lifted a hand and crooked a finger.
“Not a chance,” he whispered, darting forward, fists clenched, arms ready.
Mia met him halfway, dodged his first hit, deflected his second. Her blood was singing, adrenaline washing away all traces of her previous frustration and anger. As promised, Logan wasn’t holding back. He moved with a grace she hadn’t expected, a lethal beauty that was kind of turning her on.
His foot kicked out, connecting with her middle. He pulled back at the last second—their objective to connect not hurt. But still, the force was enough to have her breath rushing out of her and sliding back a step.
Mia shook her head and laughed. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that one.”
“Do your worst, chick.”
She ignored the sexist term he’d used, deciding it didn’t matter when he was looking at her as an equal and not a piece of skirt. Avoiding his next attack, Mia twisted. Using her smaller frame to her advantage, she got close enough to lay hands on him and brought Logan to the ground.
Her knee met his stomach, as she pinned his shoulders. He struggled once, twice, before managing to flip her. His triumphant expression should have infuriated Mia, but it only made the game sweeter.
“Your move,” he said breathlessly.
There was no way she’d get him off her without playing dirty. Logan was heavier and taller, and she didn’t have the strength to move him. Relaxing just a fraction, Mia allowed her gaze to turn alluring, her lips to lift just a little. Wriggling her hand free, she brought it up and beckoned him toward her mouth.
Lust filled his gaze, but Logan wasn’t so easily fooled. “Not falling for it,” he mused.
Mia licked her lips and held his gaze.
The smile on his face faltered, his eyes focusing on her mouth, and Mia knew she’d won. His head dipped, his mouth brushing hers as she brought her knee up into his gut, pushing him off.
Logan growled, rolling away and jumping to his feet. “Not fair,” he said breathlessly.
Mia too was breathing heavily, and it had nothing to do with the exertion of fighting. The slight brush of his lips had been enough to flood her system with desire.
Maybe there’s more than one way to work off my frustration?
Stalking toward Logan, Mia took him in. She’d noticed him of course; you couldn’t meet him without appreciating his pure male beauty, but that didn’t mean she’d actually thought about sleeping with him. He was part of the Dark Shadow pack after all, but she figured one night wasn’t going to jeopardize the alliance. She was just blowing off a bit of steam with some good old-fashioned adult fun. No harm, no foul.
“I’m not falling for it again, Mia, so you can wipe that ‘get me naked’ look off your face.”
Mia smiled, prowling toward him with intent. He stood his ground and deflected her next few hits. They were panting and sweaty when Mia once again was tumbling Logan to the ground. This time though, the only emotion swirling through her blood was one of need, desire. Logan was hot, single, and she was a grown woman with a healthy appetite for sex; her night shift was looking up.
“Mia?” Logan whispered, confusion and hunger filling his face.
“There’s more than one way to work off a bad day,” she answered, claiming his lips.