Avet, Danica - Ain't No Bull [The Veil 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Danica Avet Page B

long sigh. “Why won’t you look to see what Grant is doing?” he asked her slowly and clearly.
    “Oh,” Izzy said again, trying to remember why it wasn’t a good idea. She tapped her fingers on the top of the bar. Then she snapped her fingers, or tried to. She attempted it two more times before Ricky’s hand covered her tangled fingers. “Caush ish not a good idea.”
    “Why not?”
    Izzy glared at the nosy bear. “Caush then I’ll want to fuck him, and thash against my vows.”

    * * * *

    Grant was breathing hard. Blood trickled down his face from various cuts, his ribs were cracked, and his knuckles swollen and bruised. But at least the bastards knew where they stood in Isola’s life—nowhere.
    Wiping blood out of his eye with the back of his hand, Grant shifted to his human form. He was sore, he was tired, and he was horny.
    And that’s when he heard Isola slur that she’d want to fuck him even though it was against her vows.
    The erection that he’d been sporting before the brawl had eased, but at those words, it sprang right back to attention harder and more painful than before. Some of the shifters he’d just beat the shit out of perked up at her words, but with one severe glance and a deep growl, they looked away from the tempting figure slumped on the barstool.
    Ricky was laughing, tears streaming down his face as he used one finger to keep Isola from falling off her stool. Duffy’s face was impassive as usual, though there was the hint of a smile in his eyes. Grant stomped over to the bar as forcefully as he could with his injuries.
    “We’re leaving,” he announced loudly, causing his lip to start bleeding again. That was romantic, he snorted to himself and looped Isola’s arm around his neck.
    She slipped off the stool, her body falling flush against his. The soft curves of her breasts pressed into his chest, making his ribs ache, but he didn’t give a shit. If it were up to him, she would be plastered to him at all times.
    “I’m not ready to leave,” she mumbled, looking up at him with those big brown eyes. Her face was flush from the drink and though the sweat from her fight had long dried, tendrils of her hair stuck to her face. This was probably what she looked like after a hot and heavy round of sex, he thought, his cock twitching with anticipation. “I wanna ’nother drink.”
    “I don’t think you should have another,” he answered, ignoring Ricky’s shaking shoulders as he laughed.
    Her face turned mutinous, the corners of her mouth tightening with impending temper. “You don’ tell me whatta do.”
    Grant sighed. “I’m not telling you what to do, sweetheart. I’m just tryin’ to get you home before you fall flat on your face.”
    She waved her hand under his nose, smacking him in the jaw. “I can hannle my liq—3 She slumped against him, snoring.
    Looking down at the sexy, inebriated Amazon in his arms, Grant smiled. “How much did she drink?” he asked Duffy as he lifted her against his chest.
    The demon lord looked at the ceiling as he counted. “Five Atomic Bombs, which is a record.” His eyes lowered to pin Grant in place. “She’s a good woman, Grant Strickland. Don’t be fucking with her like you do your other pretties.”
    Grant’s neck burned with a blush as the demon lord gave him a dark look. He’d slept with Duffy’s great-niece one time, but she’d seduced Grant , not the other way around. Duffy didn’t see it that way and it was a wonder the demon didn’t bar Grant from entering his place.
    “I’m trying to get her to mate with me,” he mumbled softly, though not softly enough as Ricky’s eyes widened in surprise.
    His cousin looked between Grant and Isola, then back again. “Are you serious? Your mom’ll freak out!”
    Grant shrugged and began making his way through the shifters still on the ground with his tender burden in his arms. He knew his mom would have a fit. It didn’t matter, though. Isola was perfect for him. He