Muzzling the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 4 Read Online Free

unlocked.”
    Heather made a noise reminiscent of a wounded kitten.
    “It’s okay,” Becca said. “As long as Constance is here to remove a mortal’s memories of this place, we’re okay.” She turned to her. “You did take out all of the detective’s, right?”
    Constance stopped twisting a tress around her finger. After gathering her hair into a loose ponytail, she shoved it beneath her headdress.
    Becca inched closer, her expression concerned. “Right? Wait—why weren’t you wearing your turban?”
    The ends of Zoe’s hair really belched smoke now. “She’s never taken it off before. I figured it was because she was bald.”
    “Zoe,” Heather said. “Be nice.”
    “Hey, I’m being honest, not cruel.” She stared at Constance. “What happened between you and him?”
    Everything. Nothing. Constance turned away from her friends who were beginning to act like a tribunal from the Inquisition. She loved them dearly but wanted to smack each on the side of the head for asking too many questions. “He doesn’t remember why he came here. I made sure of it. Twice.”
    Becca sank to the sofa. “Why twice?”
    “He saw one of the weres transforming outside,” Constance said to Zoe. “The were mentioned you specifically. Said your treatment hadn’t worked.”
    Zoe lifted her chin. “I handled it.”
    The poor guy was howling away even now.
    “So everything’s good?” Becca asked.
    Was she kidding? Gabe was beautiful, gainfully employed and, from the feel of it, hung like the proverbial horse. He was also interested in her—which rarely happened with guys—and she’d had to let him go.
    Constance covered her eyes with her hand.
    “Hey, hey.” Becca hugged her gently. “What’s the matter? Did he threaten you? Oh my God.” She sucked in a breath. “Is your headdress off because he attacked—”
    “I kissed him first,” Constance said, dropping her hand. “I had to. I knew it would be the last time I ever saw him.”
    Becca exchanged a glance with the others. “You actually kissed him?”
    “A mortal?” Zoe asked.
    “A good-looking man,” Constance said, her shoulders drooping even more. “I couldn’t help myself.”
    No one said a word.
    She sighed. “None of you get it, do you?”
    “Get what?” Becca asked.
    Constance rubbed her forehead. “You guys are so used to having someone, none of you have a clue what I go through every time I’m here.”
    “At work?” MJ said.
    What else? Constance spoke to the genie. “Look, I know you and Heather are into each other, and believe me, I think it’s great. You go, girls. But not here. Every single time I’m trying to talk business, you two are making goo-goo eyes at each other.” She turned to Heather. “Whenever I go to your desk, you’re shoving food in Daemon’s mouth and letting him suck your fingers clean.”
    Heather went into a full body blush. “He’s always hungry. He’s a big guy.”
    No kidding. The dude was hung almost as well as Constance suspected Gabe was.
    Zoe turned to Heather. “It is disgusting watching you and Daemon get all icky with each other. You guys need to tone it down.”
    “Are you kidding?” Constance asked Zoe. “I’m not one to complain and haven’t, but no one eats in the break room anymore since you and the Unholy Trio decided to make it your spare bedroom.”
    The flames in Zoe’s eyes flared, hiding most of her dark irises. “Can I help it if Stefin, Anatol, and Taro are hot-blooded? They are demons, not choirboys. They want what they want when they want it.”
    “Hon, that only works for two-year-olds. Your guys are what? Into their first or second centuries?”
    Zoe bunched her shoulders. “They’re all in their prime. There’s nothing wrong with them.”
    Except that they made Casanova look like a freaking eunuch. “I’m not saying there is. Hey, you’re luckier than I’ll ever be. I can’t even get one guy, much less three, to attack me in my office or the break