When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack #3.5)

Are you afraid?" Volker questioned while sitting at the table and getting comfortable.
"No. But I have incredible luck with dice and I am ruthless. You will lose, gentlemen. I will destroy your lands, take your women, ravish your men, and make your children my slave labor. I will own every castle, house, and farm that is within my reach. I won't be satisfied until I own all of it and you. I will destroy you all, gentlemen, and, to be quite blunt, I don't think you can handle it.

Are you afraid?" Volker questioned while sitting at the table and getting comfortable.
"No. But I have incredible luck with dice and I am ruthless. You will lose, gentlemen. I will destroy your lands, take your women, ravish your men, and make your children my slave labor. I will own every castle, house, and farm that is within my reach. I won't be satisfied until I own all of it and you. I will destroy you all, gentlemen, and, to be quite blunt, I don't think you can handle it."
Van covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud and he didn't dare look at his sister. Verner stepped back, motioning to the table. "Now I must insist."
"As you wish." Irene sighed and stood. She glanced at Van and gave him a quick wink before turning back to his uncle. "I do hope you're a 'sobber,' Mr. Van Holtz. Nothing I love more than the lamenting of the men I annihilate."

"I can't believe you made him cry."
"I did not. He just teared up a little."
"Yeah. I think it was when you told him, 'I now control your ports and own your manhood.'"
"His wife laughed.

Before Van realized it, he was walking her back toward her stairs. He didn't stop kissing her, he wouldn't. The last thing he wanted was for her to change her mind. He managed to get her to the upstairs hallway before she pulled her mouth away. "What are you doing?" she panted out.
"Taking you to your bed."
"Forget it."
And Van, if he were a crying man, would be sobbing. Until uptight Irene Conridge added, "The wall. Use the Wall.

Even when things went out of control, his kisses never seemed brutal or vicious. Just…determined. The bastard.

I absolutely could create a lightsaber."

"You could not create a lightsaber."

"I could too. It's all a science."

"I thought being a Jedi was mystical?"

Irene snorted. "Mystical, my butt. It's all about science.

Irene closed her book and stared at the older Van Holtz.
“I don’t dislike him. But that was recent. I used to not like him but he’s been very kind since I’ve been here. So now I like him. I’d almost say we are friendly…but perhaps that’s too big a leap at this stage.”

He gave a soft laugh. “I see. Are you always this…uh…”

“Brutally honest?”
“I was going to say direct, but brutally honest works as well.”
“Yes. I am. And I know—it’s a character flaw.”
“Not at all. I love honest people.”
“Everyone says that…until I say something they don’t like. Then I’m a bitch.

Irene sighed and rolled her eyes. “Just give her the flowers so we can be gone.” She glanced at Van. “I grow tired of the company.”
Paul walked away and Van leaned against the wall, staring down Irene’s cleavage. “You know, Irene,” he said low, so only she could hear, “when you’re mean to me like that…”
“Yes?”
“It makes me so horny.

Is ignoring me supposed to endear you to me somehow?”

“No. That’s the job of my thighs and my get-lost-in-them-forever dreamy eyes.” He leaned in even closer and blinked his eyes several times. “Mesmerizing, aren’t they?”

Irene couldn’t hold it back anymore. It flooded out of her and she couldn’t stop it. Even when everyone turned and stared at her, including Jackie and Paul, she couldn’t stop. And she tried.

Because laughing this much really would only exacerbate his ego even more.

It was informational. About how to perform oral sex on men. You know, one man teaching another. It was really fascinating and I’ve always wondered about the techniques he discussed—ow. Ow! You’re squeezing a little hard, Van Holtz.”

. . .

“Well, if you’re willing to be my test subject—ack!

Jack linked her arm with Irene’s. “Good. You deserve to be happy, sweetie. Now what about his Pack?”

“They look frightened and I have absolutely no idea why. I’m nothing but
appropriately pleasant.”

“Price you pay as the new Alpha Female.”

“I understand all that, but running from the room every time I walk in seems a tad harsh, wouldn’t you say?”

“You do have a point.

Relationships are one thing. I kind of agree with you there. But I'm talking
about sex. Don't you have...uh...needs?"

"Yes. But I take care of those by myself. I have a very handy vibrator.

She’s spending the night here and she’s more than welcome. She just went to bed about an hour ago after watching every move our doctor made.” Without thinking, he carefully tucked the sheet around her body. “I’ll make sure you’re safe, doc. I promise.” “I’m sorry,” she said after several moments. “For what?” Irene shrugged, then grimaced, probably regretting the move, considering the pain it most likely caused. “For always thinking

She watched as it grew before her eyes. Then it hit her, he hadn't been erect in the first place. Well exactly how big did that thing get anyway? Was that normal, even by shifter standards? And why did she suddenly care?

"Uh...doc?"

Horrified but not willing to show it, Irene looked into Van Holtz's face. And
yes, the smirk was decidedly worse now.

"Looking for anything in particular there?"

"No," she answered honestly, "just fascinated by the size. It seems
inordinately large.

Suddenly Van was confused. “I thought you hated it when I bossed you around?”

“I do. Normally. Out there.” She pointed at the door he stood in front of. “But I’ve noticed that my sexual response is heightened when you order me around during intercourse.”

Van stared at her. He didn’t know what to say but he noticed she’d suddenly started to glow…and are those angel wings?

What the hell was that?” one of them asked.

“Jackal,” Irene stated quietly while watching city streets turn to suburb.
They weren’t taking her to a main airport but a small airstrip. One built
exclusively for private planes.

“Did she just call us jackals?” one of them joked.

Irene grinned which wiped the smile off the man’s face. “No. I said the howl
you heard was jackal.” She looked at Jenny. “They’ll be coming for you.”

Jenny glanced at the men and back at her. She looked terribly concerned she
had a lunatic in the car with her. “The jackals will be coming for me?”

“No. The wolves.”

Jenny sighed. “Why oh why do I always get the nutcases?”

“Oh!” Irene pointed excitedly. “See that spot up there?”

“What about it?”

“That’s where it all started. Where I crossed the Rubicon.”

Exasperated, Jenny snarled, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“It’s feeding time,” Irene whispered.


“That’s it.” Jenny threw up her hands. “We’re so medicating her.

You do things just to irritate me, don’t you?”

Smiling, enjoying himself immensely, and determined to give her a wonderful and relaxing weekend, Van pushed Irene’s wet hair from her face. “Don’t be silly, doc.” He kissed her lips, nuzzled her chin. “Of course I do things just to irritate you.

You? Make me breakfast?” “Of course. Just wait until you taste my waffles, doc. You’ll see God.” “Considering my personal belief system, I somehow doubt that.