Lately, they’d been the only thing to give her temporary relief from the weirdness going on in her body.
“But—”
“Tam, please.”
Her sister held up her hands. “Mind my own business…I got it.”
“Get your phone. It’s lighting up on the bed.”
Zori closed her eyes for a moment as her sister reached for her cell. She wished the painkillers could stop the constant flutter of awareness between her legs whenever she thought of Greyson, which was more often than she’d care to admit. It was like her mind and body were consumed with everything Greyson. She replayed everything she’d said to him on the beach, the way his face had shuttered closed right before he’d transformed into a wolf. The memory of him in all his lupine glory never ceased to make her suck in a breath in awe.
Zori put on her dangly earrings with shaking hands as Tamera talked on her cell. More than anything she was ready to go home, ready to get past the annoying desire to be with him one more time.
Just one more time, Zori?
She let out a sigh. One more time didn’t seem like it would be enough to quench the raging thirst she had for him with his skilful, seductive… delicious domination in the bedroom. Who would have guessed submitting to passion could be so damn good?
“Zori, you’re frowning again.”
“Am I?” She blinked, snapping out of her thoughts as she pulled her long, sleek ponytail over her shoulder and flashed her sister a brilliant smile. “Did I tell you how much I love that shade of red on you?”
Tamera placed her hands on her hips. “You’re deflecting. When we get back tonight, you are going to tell us what the hell is going on with you.” She pinned Zori with a hard stare before tossing her voluminous mass of hazelnut curls over her shoulders. “I think you’re right…this shade of red is definitely my colour.”
“I’m willing to bet the fab colour of your dress won’t be the first thing guys notice tonight.”
Her sister grinned. “You know what they say…if you’ve got it, flaunt it.”
“Mission accomplished.”
Her sister had generous breasts, which she always highlighted in everything she wore. Tonight was no exception. The strapless ruby party dress she wore showcased her ample cleavage.
Both sisters whistled as Elena sashayed into the room, elegant and sexy in a simple black dress that accentuated her curves. Her hair was piled on top of her head with silky tendrils outlining her gorgeous neck. “I don’t know about you, ladies, but I’m so ready to play.”
Tamera giggled. “Ladies, let’s go have some fun!”
* * * *
They ended up club-hopping in the Big Apple despite Zori’s efforts to persuade them to go somewhere else. At least neither one of them had suggested going to the club where she had met Greyson—just being in the city seemed to be affecting her body and her mood. He was close, he had to be or she was losing her mind. She could sense his presence, feel his eyes on her as she walked with her sisters through the rowdy crowd.
Every time she saw a man with his height and build her heart started pounding and each time the guy turned out not to be him her already low spirits sank even further. The realisation she wanted to see him struck her like a ton of bricks.
Show yourself, Greyson!
“Wanna go dance?” Tamera asked, already moving to the techno beat.
“Drinks first!” Elena pointed in the direction of the bar.
Zori shook her head. “We’ve already had way too much to drink.” Her head was pounding. The music was too loud, her heels were too tall and her stomach kept twisting into knots.
Elena rolled her eyes. “Speak for yourself, babygirl.”
Zori moaned as she was dragged forward by both sisters.
“Whoa, check out the huge hottie downing the whisky.” Tamera yanked on her arm as they passed through a pocket of dancers.
Greyson.
She turned to see the man Tamera was talking about and time stood still as her gaze locked on him. To