Rille (Tribes, Book 2)

Chapter 29

*WARNING* 

This chapter contains mature content.

It might have sounded absurd, to those who did not live within the Rille Reservation, for there to be a massive hotel in the middle of their thriving capital city. What outsiders didn't understand was that Rille had thousands of visitors at any given time. All of them were wolves come to seek treatment or the occasional human sneaked onto the reservation for medical purposes.

It was part of the Bowyer family's claim to fame. One of their many resources that made them more powerful than the alphas. Even so, their reputation demanded that they keep a room for the alpha's use and not deny him entry at any time.

Preston meant to use that room to make a statement. But, more importantly, he knew it would be faster than taking Brielle home.

Heat Potion was nothing to be trifled with, especially when the one who had consumed it was a human.

Thankfully, the hotel staff didn't bat an eye at the enormous white wolf racing through their lobby. On the Rille reservation, it was common to see a wolf roaming about. If they questioned anything, it would be the girl clinging to his back.

Preston didn't give them the time to question such a thing.

An open elevator allowed him the perfect opportunity to escape the prying eyes. Preston dodged inside and used his nose to press the floor button. No one dared to get on the elevator with him. If they had, both he and the other wolf would have had a problem.

The suite on the fifteenth floor had been specially modified with a code instead of a key. Preston let himself in with a string of numbers he had programmed himself. Unless they had spied on him, not even the owners of the hotel knew the entrance code. All for the better.

Brielle muttered an angry complaint when Preston laid down on the floor and wormed his way out of her hold. Much as he wanted to appease her, Preston couldn't do anything else for her in wolf form.

Crack. Snap. Preston transformed back into his human form, as quickly as he dared. Shifting too quickly was liable to hurt anyone, but he had no time to waste.

Brielle rolled to her back on the floor, one hand pushing into her hair like that would make her body calm down.

Preston reached over, ignoring the breathlessness from his forced shift, and rested a hand against her shoulder. Her skin radiated heat that might burn his fingertips.

Brielle cried out, that light touch already too much for her delicate state.

Heat Potion was like that, taking over until the wolf who had imbibed it had no choice but to mate with the nearest available counterpart. Except it hadn't been a wolf who imbibed it at all. It had been a human.

They had to get her cooled down, or it might burn her from the inside out.

Preston pulled Brielle into his arms, ignoring the desperate moan that fell from her lips. Cool her down first. Then they could discuss other matters.

A few haphazard steps, due a dizzy spell, brought Preston and the wife in his arms into the bathroom.

Preston cranked the shower to the coldest temperature and dropped Brielle to her feet beneath the water's stream.

Another moan slipped from Brielle's lips, this one more a sigh of relief than a cry for help.

But the sound still went directly to Preston's groin.