Tempted by the Jaguar #2: Revelation (Riverford Shifters) Read Online Free Page A

Gaither the bill, but
this one is completely on me.”
    “Don’t worry about it,” Maxim said with
a shrug. “The gods of mischief were probably just bored today. Sasha thought it
was hilarious.”
    “She would,” Hunter grumbled.
    If anyone was a hellcat, it was Maxim’s
little sister. He still couldn’t quite believe Sasha had mated so young. She
had seemed such a free spirit.
    “Dare I even ask what happened after you
left?”
    “Almost the worst possible thing,”
Hunter admitted.
    “You slept with her,” Maxim said with a
nod.
    The fact that Maxim had accepted him
mating a practical stranger as if it weren’t a really big deal really irked
him. “I said almost ,” Hunter growled.
    “Really? Don’t tell me you locked her up
in your bathroom or something. She’ll have your whole building’s tenants
murdering each other in no time with that type of pheromone output! Although—I
have to say you have some pretty impressive control if you managed to walk away
from that brutal amount of ‘come fuck me’ scent screwing with your brain.”
    Hunter ran a hand through his hair in
agitation. “I don’t call rolling around with her on the carpet within two
seconds of stumbling into my guest apartment, both of us half naked with one of
her tits in my mouth, ‘impressive control,” he growled.
    Maxim’s shook his head and smirked.
“Well, maybe not control, but being able to still tear yourself away with such
a delicious, eager meal in your hands shows quite the iron will, my friend. But
would it have been so terrible if the two of you had ended up mating?”
    “Not you too,” Hunter groaned, letting
his head fall back onto the back of the chair momentarily in dismay before
lifting it in order to fix the tiger shifter with a hard gaze. “You know why it
would have…”
    Maxim smiled at him sadly. “I have my
siblings at least. I would wish that you weren’t so alone.”
    “Right now Kylie is as fragile and naïve
as a newborn kitten. What kind of asshole would I be to drag someone that’s
already been traumatized plenty enough into my problems? She’s better off with
Jennifer Graham.”
    “Is that who you left her with?”
    “Yeah. I figured the best thing I could
do for her was get as far away from that building as possible. Hopefully
Jennifer can help her. At least here I can do something useful.”
    Maxim waved him off. “Don’t worry about
helping with the cleanup. My staff’s probably almost done, anyway.”
    “I owe you big time.”
    Maxim reached over and picked something
up from his desk. “I think you have that backwards,” he said softly as he held
out his hand.
    Hunter’s eyes narrowed. It was the piece
of fabric that he had left with the wolves earlier.
    He reached over and plucked it from
Maxim’s hand. “So was I right?”
    “Only Jake has actually smelled one of
the bastards before when they’ve been in their most natural state. He says that
while the scent isn’t an exact match, it’s close enough that he can’t think of
what else it could be.”
    “Fuck. I found it deep within my
territory. It just seems—I don’t know—sloppy? Do you think they know we’re on
to them? Are they just toying with us now?”
    “Depends on who that scrap of cloth
belongs to—or, if deliberate, who left it there for you to find.”
    Hunter blew out a frustrated breath. “It
could be anyone. Hell, it could even be Gaither.”
    “I’m sure he’d be thrilled if you truly thought
so,” Maxim said, “but I’d honestly be shocked if he was the one. He just draws
too much attention to himself, has his hand in too many pies. There’s no way he
wouldn’t have slipped up by now if it were him. For now, just keep an eye on
that patch of forest. If that piece of cloth wasn’t deliberately left there,
then I sure as hell want to know what the hell they were doing out there. If
they’ve somehow managed to find a way to breech our perimeter…”
    “I usually only patrol that portion